Slytherin Pride

Realization

Ron's POV

"Somethings up with mione, I can just tell..." I said urgently to Harry. He rolled his eyes and continued eating. "I'm not joking, she's distracted." He continued to ignore me, taking a big bite of corn. "Either distracted or insecure." I kept hinting I wanted advice but Harry continued to ignore me. "Hey!" I said, a little annoyed. He looked up. "Can I help you?" He looked pissed off. He had no right. Anger started to boil inside my blood. "I'm talking to you." I spat back. He nodded and looked back down at his plate again before getting up. Unbelievable, I stood up and marched after him. My fists clenched. "Hey mate, listen to me!" I spun him around and pushed him against the wall. He looked slightly disgusted. "Or what?" He said, like he was looking for a challenge. "Or I'll hit you I'll-" he cut me off by retorting. "Is this how you act towards her, or are you too busy eating? Because if it is, I reckon that's the "problem" with her attitude." He then shoved me away and thundered off.

Harry's POV
I could see the conflicting looks that hermione had been giving Ron lately. I mean usually they are looks of annoyance, but lately they've been turning into looks of insecurity and...well...fear and resentment. He had gone too far. I could just tell. They didn't even hold hands. And he had been looking angrier and angrier at night when he returned to the common room passed hours. They had probably been fighting and he had, being an arse like he typically was, had threatened her or pushed her. Now, he not only hadn't apologized but he didn't even realize what he had done! I was pissed, and didn't want to have to deal with his crap on top of my problems with Ginny. She had become even more distant lately. And rumors had started spreading. She was with someone else. I knew that much from the letters she had started writing, And the way she kept sneaking out of the common room. But recently the rumors had become more obscure. They hinted that she shagged with a Slytherin. And yesterday a third year had been yapping away at lunch about how he had heard Ginny and...and...Draco fucking Malfoy making out in the empty classroom by the charms classroom. I wasn't in the mood to even think about the damn weasel but of course nothing ever went my way. He rounded the corner looking super flustered and smirking like a smartass. He stopped when he saw me and, maybe I was imagining it, but he looked a little smug. It was probably just my bad mood but it was enough to make me whip my wand out and point it at him. He smirked alittle more as if he knew something I didn't. "Oi potter, why don't you pick on someone your own size?" I took a step further. "Like who, there's plenty taller, and better looking but I thought since your ego made up half your everything it'd be close enough." I smirked, satisfied. He just shrugged. "I was suggesting someone more, I don't know, like them?" He sneered to a group of first year Hufflepuffs. My blood boiled. "I'm not in the mood Malfoy." He looked back at me like I was out of my mind. "Better watch yourself potter, I'm not the one who stopped and shoved their wand in my face, but of course. Your the boy who gets all the shit so...who am I to judge?!" He frowned so deeply the smirk could barely stay on his face. "It's not my fault your jealous, or just unfortunate." I'd struck a nerve. He started to reach for his wand. But stopped. He tried for a pleasant smile instead. "Why are so awfully close to my common room potter? Finally getting low enough to go for the sluts in my house?" I sneered and replied. "It's not nice to downgrade your companions, especially when your of their kind." He flinched, that struck a little close to home, I could tell. Somewhere inside of me was shouting at me that it was wrong, that he was doing nothing wrong. But that voice was being overwhelmed by the beast that kept feeding information into my mouth. "I can catch my own date, thanks for helping but I noticed last time you tried it didn't work out. How is Ginny by the way?" He sounded thoroughly genuine. And that's what set me off. I closed the difference between us and shoved my wand against his neck. He tightened and looked above me to keep the tip from jabbing into him. "I did. Better job on Ginny than you did. You did have a hell of a time trying though." He just smirked and looked me in the eye, being slightly shorter I had to gaze up. "You should as he-" he closed his eyes and swallowed. They took a deep breath before starting again. "Ginny was the only one you tried to get with? I heard a little rumor floating around saying that you and granger had a thing." I could smell his breath, it smelt of toothpaste and...Apple lip balm? That was similar to Ginny's. A wave of grief washed over me. I remembered when she had worn that the first time we kissed. I was slightly distracted so Malfoy took the opening. "So it's true then? You did sex or were you just playing?" Anger gripped me again. "Listen hear Malfoy, that's not joke and you're a sorry bastard for thinking so, she might all have you know had an unfair-" he cut me off my finishing my sentence. "A sexual relationship with weasley, that didn't go her way? Yeah I know. Did she tell you of did you just guess?" He looked serious, no hint of a smirk. And he looked like he honestly wanted an answer. "H-how did you-" he seemed to realize we were so close, and what he had just said. He recovered pulling a half smirk. "Girls didn't work out for you potter, men might, but I'm afraid I can't be the one for you." Wait what?! I hated him I would never...I realized that I had been staring while I was thinking. I had been staring directly at his mouth. Shit. He just smirked in triumph. "Well ta-ta." He then playfully kissed my head and strutted off. I was about to jinx him from behind when he called. "You and weasley could work, but try combing your hair." And with that he lodged a comb from his uniform pocket sending it flying through the air and smacking me in the chest. It hit the floor and I resisted the urge to vomit. It was the flipping ferreting comb. That was just under the Voldemort's turban. I'd rather have that then this stupid comb. I looked up in pure disgust, watching him round the corner when he called; "your rusty at Quidditch, and you weren't even injured." I was furious. "I'm damn better than you, ferret!" He just laughed as he continued in to the owlery.

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