Ron's Pov
No!
I don't even know how that thought could possibly come from my head. It's not Zabini. My feet carried me all the way up to the Astronomy Tower. I held onto the ledge and read the note over and over. "Ugh! This is hopeless!" I sighed, putting down the letter. "What's got your nickers in a twist?" I heard a voice mock behind me. "Seriously! You're like, everywhere these days! I can't go anywhere withought you taunting me!" I shouted. Zabini chuckled and leaned against the wall. "So Weasley, which ever so lucky girl gets to be your Valentine?" He asked. I turned away from him, I could feel the smirk radiating off his face. "I, don't know. As if you have a Valentine!" I retorted.
His smirk widened and I turned back to him with a look of complete malice.
"Oh no Weasley, I don't get swooned, I do the swooning. I am a Valentine." He said smugly. I rolled my eyes and chuckled. "Well, I feel gravely sorry for whoever has to be swooned by your sorry arse." I snapped. His smirk, yet again widened to the point where it looked kind of like a psychotic grin.
"You have no idea." He said and sauntered away. 'What does that mean?' I asked myself. Why was he smiling so much. And why was it so cute!?
Wait, NO! IT WASN'T CUTE!
I face palmed, grabbed the letter and headed to Herbology. "Where did you go?" Harry asked as I hastily took a seat next to him. "Nowhere, but the weirdest thi-" I started but was cut off when I heard what sounded like music to my ears. I turned around to see Malfoy, Nott, Parkinson and Zabini walking into the greenhouse. Nott said something and Zabini laughed again. Heat raised up to my neck and I snapped my head back. "You were saying?" Hermione asked. "You know (pant), I'm just (pant) feeling a little (pant) hot." I breathed heavily. Sweat dripped down my forehead and I tugged at my coler. "Ron, you're sweating. Are you alright?" Hermione asked, concerningly. "I don't know?" I heaved,using a piece of parchment as a fan. "Alright everyone, pair up and start nursing the plants we started on yesterday." Professor Sprout instructed. "I'm going to work with Cho." Hermione announced. Harry and I nodded and started pruning the plant. About half way through the lesson the same pitch black owl landed in front of me with a letter. After giving me the letter it flew off and a lot of the classes eyes turned to me. I blushed and opened the letter.
To:Ronald Weasley
Gryffindor's red
Your eyes are blue
Incase you didn't know
I talked to you
My colour's green
Yours is maroon
I hope this letter will make you swoon
I hope you don't mind
You'll probably find this grim
But I'm proud to be in Slytherin
From:Your Valentine
"WHAT!" I shouted and Sprout shushed me vigorously. Hermione ran over and read the letter out loud to Harry while I buried my crimson face in my hands. "Ron mate, your 'Valentine' is a snake." Harry chuckled. "Shut up, yours is too!" I retaliated and he rolled his eyes. I took one last fleeting glance at the letter before stuffing it in my pocket.
After the first few classes it was finally lunch and I was dreading it. What if I got another letter? I cautiously sat down and something landed on my head. The same black owl hooted happily and lept off me, leaving my hair a bit messy. "Well, open it!" Hermione urged. I sighed and opened the letter.
To:Ronald Weasley
Blood is red
The sky is blue
You don't know me
But I know you
I'm not who you except
That you'll have to detect
I'm one of the 'infamous 3'
So 3 more clues shall you need
Clue 1:
The Quaffle is the key
And the goal is your heart
I read to Hermione, Harry and everyone who was listening which was surprisingly almost the whole table. "Mmm, the Quaffle. In Quidditch the Quaffle is used to score goals by the Chasers." Hermione pondered. "Simple, that means your Valentine is one of the twelve Chasers at Hogwarts." Harry said looking a bit chuffed at his findings. "That's twelve people!" I said. My head hit the table.
"Technically, it's one of three Chasers because the last riddle said they were in Slytherin. So, who are the Slytherin Chasers?" Hermione inquired. "Nott, Greengrass and Zabini." Seamus said.
I looked at the Slytherin and of course, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini and Daphne Greengrass were talking to each other. I looked at each of them before turning back to Gryffindor. "I don't know." I sighed. "We'll figure it out mate." Harry said patting my shoulder before taking a bite out his chicken wing.
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