𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 (𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑃.)

~Chapter 36: Blue in the Face~

"Don't worry, I'll go easy on you." Ron says to Hermione. I glance at Harry, and we both withhold a laugh. This boy is about to get sent on his arse. "Thanks, Ronald." Hermione fakes a smile, watching as Ron walks off in the other direction. 

"Come on, Ron!" Several people shout. 

"One sickle," George bets Fred, and I grin, "Is that even fair? We all know how this is gonna go." I whisper, and Fred shrugs with a smirk. Ron raises his wand, and before the word can even come out, Hermione says the incantation and Ron flies across the room with a squeal. 

George slaps a sickle into Freds hand, "Thank you," He hums, smirking. "Shut up," George scoffs. Ron pulls himself up off the floor and stalks over towards his brothers and I, "I let her do that... Good manners, innit?" 

I laugh, "She wiped the floor with you, mate, no worse than that." 

He rolls his eyes, and the next group comes up. 

"I think Harry and Y/n should have a go," Hermione jokingly nudges me, and I grin. "I'm good with that." 

Harrys face pales, "I'm actually good - you know, still kind sore from when Collin got me earlier." Ron snorts a laugh, "I went against 'Mione, good for you to go up against Y/n." Harry scowls at Ron, and everyone laughs around us, "Come on, Harry!" People shout.

"Fine... But she's going to practically use me as a mop." He states, shuffling his feet to the front. I stand on the other side, wand at the ready.

  "Stu-"

I repeat the words in my head and move my wand, sending him backward. A few gasps erupt around us, "I didn't know you could do non-verbal spells!" Lee states from across the room, "I can every now and then. It's got to be a basic one like this one, though." I smile softly. 

"That was impressive, Y/n!" A fourth year states, and I thank him. Ron helps Harry up off the floor, who then dusts himself off. 

"Told you she was gonna win." He scoffs, and kids laugh around us. 

I wonder what my mum would think of me; would she be proud?

***

"Did you see?" I look at Lee, and I must seem confused enough as is, "She hung a new one. Students are being questioned about secret activity." I sigh, "It'll be fine. No one is gonna be a rat. Don't stress about such things. You've got a game up in a few hours. Go get ready." 

He nods and races off down the hall, as if he had forgotten the time entirely. Which is odd since I am headed to the bleachers for the Quidditch game right now. Even if someone did squeal, Hermione told me that she rigged it, so if anyone mentions the D.A.

I fidget with one of the fake galleons in my pocket, and as I walk past Zacharias Smith , I drop it into his pocket.  It took a while to get the spell right, but with Hermione's help, we did it together. Their spelled to match mine and Harrys coins. Whenever we need to change the date for whatever reason, the others will turn warm and change the numbers that would typically be the amount its worth. 

We've had to have fewer meetings as of late, with the Quidditch team practicing more often. I've led a couple of meetings solo with the help of Hermione. Thankfully, everything has gone well with each one.

"You'll do great, Ron. I'm sure of it." I try assuring him as he adjusts the gloves covering his hands. "I'm beyond lousy, surely I'll be the reason we lose," He lets out a shaky breath. Harry walks out from the locker room, and I nearly fall out on the floor from how amazing he looks in his uniform.

Without much thought on Ronald, I mutter, "Uhm, I'm sure you're not that bad." Ron shakes his head, "I can't even keep a grip on the quaffle, I drop it every time!"