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11 ⋆*⋆:⋆ red vs blue.

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| RED VS BLUE |
song: kids by mgmt.

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IT LOOKED LIKE THE END OF RON AND HERMIONE'S FRIENDSHIP.

Ron was enraged that Hermione had never taken Crookshanks's attempts to eat Scabbers seriously, hadn't bothered to keep a close enough watch on him, and was still trying to pretend that Crookshanks was innocent by suggesting that Ron look for Scabbers under all the boys' beds. Hermione meanwhile, maintained fiercely that Ron had no proof that Crookshanks had eaten Scabbers, that the ginger hairs might have been there since Christmas, and that Ron had been prejudiced against her cat ever since Crookshanks had landed on Ron's head in the Magical Menagerie.

As much as Ara wished she could fully take Hermione's side, she wasn't going to ignore the evidence. Crookshanks had had it out for Scabbers since the beginning, though she believed in innocent until proven guilty. Once again she was caught between her brother and best friend, who both refused to talk to each other, she'd given up on trying to make them make amends. Ara decided not to take sides, not wanting to make the situation even worse.

Harry, who was sure that Crookshanks had eaten Scabbers, tried to point out to Hermione that the evidence all pointed that way. Unfortunately for him that earned him a glare from Hermione as she lost her temper.

"Okay, side with Ron, I knew you would!" said Hermione shrilly. "First the Firebolt, now Scabbers, everything's my fault, isn't it? At least Ara still talks to me!"

Ron had taken the loss of his rat very hard indeed.

"Come on, Ron, you were always saying how boring Scabbers was," said Fred bracingly. "And he's been off-colours for ages, he was wasting away. It was probably better for him to snuff it quickly—one swallow—he probably didn't feel a thing."

"All he did was eat and sleep, Ron, you said it yourself," said George.

"He bit Goyle for us once!" Ron said miserably. "Remember, Harry?"

"Yeah, that's true," said Harry.

"His finest hour," said Fred, unable to keep a straight face. "I also remember that he would bite little Ara's fingers constantly, almost biting her fingers off. Come on, Ron, get yourself down to Hogsmade and buy a new rat, what's the point of moaning?"

Ara had invited Hermione to the Gryffindor team's final practice before the Ravenclaw match, claiming that staying cooped up in the girls' dormitories studying until she dropped wasn't healthy. She reluctantly agreed and Ara beamed, so they set off for the Quidditch field together.

Ara changed into her Quidditch uniform as soon as they arrived, taking hold of her firebolt and walking out into the field. They'd arrived a bit earlier than the others, but Ara soon caught two figures walking towards them; Harry and Ron. She waved them over, knowing that her and Harry's plan was to get Ron and Hermione to talk, they'd both brought them to the Quidditch field in hopes that they'd make up.

That plan was soon, however, turned to dust by Hermione, "what are they doing here?"

"Well, it's Quidditch practice," Ara shrugged, dodging her question.

"It's not for another hour!" huffed Hermione angrily, "you planned this, didn't you?"

"Not necessarily—"

But before she could even complete her lie, Hermione had already turned around, gathered her bag and started marching away.

"That went well," Ara sarcastically mumbled to herself.