Harry wasn't the only one deathly nervous for the Qudditch match. Ron, Hermione, and Rapunzel were all terrified for his safety seeing as Snape was the referee, based on the stunt he pulled last time.
All three of them had been practicing the leg-lock jinx just in case he tried anything again, but they hoped they wouldn't need it.
"Don't forget, it's Locomotor Mortis." Hermione whispered to them as they tucked their wands up their sleeves to keep them easily hidden as well as easily accessible.
"Is it just me or is smoke coming out of Snape's ears right now?" Rapunzel glanced at Ron's confused face and realized he had never watched muggle cartoons. "Err, it's a way of saying he looks furious."
"Yeah, you're right. I think it's because Dumbledore's here. Hey look! They're off–ouch!" Ron winced suddenly, holding the back of his head. He had been poked in the back of the head, by none other than Malfoy.
"Oh boy here we go." Rapunzel thought to herself.
"Oh, sorry, Weasley. Didn't see you there." Malfoy grinned smugly at Crabbe and Goyle, and Rapunzel could only roll her eyes.
"Wonder how long Potter's going to stay on his broom this time? Anyone want to bet? How about you, Weasley?" He jeered.
Rapunzel took a deep breath, trying to prevent herself from getting too angry and yelling at Malfoy.
Ron didn't respond either, trying to block out Malfoy by focusing on the qudditch game. Rapunzel could see his nostrils flaring as he tried to stay calm.
"You know how I think they choose people for the Gryffindor team?" Malfoy said obnoxiously loud, and Rapunzel started digging her fingers into the railing with frustration.
"It's people they feel sorry for. See there's Potter, who's got no parents, then there's Weasley's, who've got no money–"
Rapunzel put a hand on Ron's shoulder so he wouldn't turn and full on deck Malfoy.
"You should be on the team, Longbottom–you've got no brains." Malfoy sneered.
Neville's face flushed bright red, whether it be out of anger or embarrassment, or both, Rapunzel couldn't be sure.
"I'm worth twelve of you, Malfoy." Neville stammered, doing his best to stand his ground.
It didn't help that Malfoy and his two cronies burst out into blood-boiling and obnoxious laughter.
Ron didn't dare take his eyes off the game, far too concerned about Harry, but he still wanted to show his support for Neville. "That's right, you tell them Neville."
"Longbottom, if brains were gold you'd be poorer than the Weasley's, and that's saying something." Malfoy laughed.
Rapunzel's fingers were nearly digging into Ron's shoulder now with how angry she was getting, but Ron was angrily digging his fingers into her arm so they were both preventing the other from punching Malfoy in the face.
"I'm warning you, Malfoy–one more word–"
"Ron!" Hermione said suddenly. "It's Harry–!"
"What, where?" Rapunzel frantically looked around the qudditch pitch.
It took them a moment to find Harry on the pitch as he had descended into an ambitious and spectacular dive, soaring through the air like a speeding bullet.
"You're in luck, Weasley! Potter's obviously spotted money on the ground!" Malfoy laughed.
Ron clearly had enough, ripping himself from Rapunzel's grasp and tackling Malfoy with all the force he had in his body; and Neville, reluctant at first, joined in.
Rapunzel froze for a moment, a little unsure of what to do. Did Malfoy deserve to be punched? Absolutely. Did that mean she should let her friends beat the stuffing out of him? Probably not, as much as she wanted to let them.
Ron was a lot stronger than Rapunzel gave him credit for, it was a struggle trying to pull him off of Malfoy. Neville was fairly easy to yank off of him, but Ron was strangely sturdy.
"For heavens sakes, Ron! Get off!" Rapunzel exclaimed, finally managing to pull him off of Malfoy.
Ron kicked and struggled in Rapunzel's arms, still seething and eager to land a few more punches; but Rapunzel had a good grip on him now and wasn't letting him go until he calmed down.
Malfoy brought his hand up to his bloody nose, slowly bringing himself up to a sitting position. He seemed frightened, although trying to hide it behind his cocky mask.
"Don't think this means we're friends, Malfoy. You don't know how close I was to joining in."
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LUCKY FLOWER||FRED WEASLEY {REWRITING/MOVED}
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