If We Try {{RON WEASLEY}}

three

"You've got detention with umbridge?!" Daphne practically yells in the common room.

"Yes and maybe could you keep your mouth shut," I snap at her.

She listens and sits down, pressing her mouth into a thin line. She is obviously embarrassed and upset I snapped at her. Oh well, she needs to toughen up.

It does make me feel bad sometimes when I yell at daphne. She has always been kind to me I guess. And seeing her plump red lips and her face full of colour go dull is kind of upsetting.

I look up to gaze at the clock that is hung above the green fire. It's 5:54. I have six minutes to get to detention.

"Well I've got to go, see ya," I tell daphne as I stand up and wave to her.

I walk out of the common room before I can hear her answer me. I start walking down the dim corridors that lead to professor umbridges office.

I reach it with one minute to spare. I don't want to be early so I'm sit outside for two minutes before knocking.

"Come in." I hear a screechy voice say.

I open the door to see a room full of pink. There are plates all along the walls with cats meowing on them. I then focus my eyes onto the teacher and see that someone else is at the desk. Harry Potter.

I walk over to the seat Umbridge gestured for me to sit on.

I sit down gently while looking at the teacher and back to Harry.

"You two will be writing lines." The annoying lady infront of us said.

We both started to reach for our quills when we were interrupted.

"No no. There is no need for you two to use your quills. You will be using one of my special ones." She said while emphasising on the word 'special'.

She handed us both a large black quill without any ink. She said it would not be needed. Harry would be writing 'I will not tell lies' while I had to write 'I will not harm others'.

I gave her a skeptical look before picking up the large quill of the small desk. As I started to write I noticed the letters were in red, and my hand started to bleed. The words 'I will not harm others' were carved into my hand with my neat, bubbly handwriting. My blood was the ink.

So much for not harming others.

I held my breathe as I continued to write, trying to hide my pain.

I looked over to potter to see the same was happening to him, though he wasn't taking the pain as well as I was.

It might sound evil, but I might have been enjoying the pain. It put me at ease knowing it wasn't Nott who was causing it, although it kind of was as he was the reason I'm here.

After writing it about 7 times, potter decided to speak up;

"When is this over?"

"When it sinks in. Two more lines, both of you." The toad screeched. I only sighed when I picked up the quill again to do two more lines.

* * * *

We both had just been let out we I felt potter grab my wrist. I jerked it away as I turned to face him. His cuts were obviously not as bad as he had only written 5 lines and I did 9. The warm, Scarlett coloured blood dripping down my hand as I pushed past him to get to the dungeons.

Potter continuously called my name, trying to get my attention while following my to my common room. Once I got there I turned around and yelled "what! What could you possibly want?"

He looked taken aback but straightened up before responding to my harsh tone.

"I wanted to know if you were alright, after all your hand does look worse than mine," potter said while looking back and fourth between men and his hands.

"I'm completely fine. Now I would much rather you leave me alone before a slytherin sees us talking, and thinks that I am associating with some pathetic gryffindor with a stupid scar on his forehead people call precious." I spat before fiercely turning around and going through the painting.

Hopefully what I said ought to make him and his friends leave me alone.

Boy was I wrong.

* * * *

The next day I was bombarded with questions by a furious Weasley boy and a little granger girl trying to get him to calm down.

"Why would you say that?"

"What else did you do to him?"

"Who do you think you are?"

"Why are you so rude?"

"You are just jealous. Yeah yeah that right you are jealous of him. All the attention he gets, you can't help but feel jealous." Ron was telling me.

"Jealous? Of him? You think I would want to get all that attention and be the 'hero' no one needs. Anyone could do what he's done, it's just because he has a stupid scar everyone thinks highly of him. He isn't all that great, and neither are you. You are just standing in his shadow 24/7 while he is in the spotlight. You are just more pathetic then he is. Maybe try to yell at me next time when you actually impress someone other than Dumbledore, who is always bowing down to your feet for no god damn reason. You know what. If Potter is as good as you say, why couldn't he talk to me. He could've confronted me about what I said, but no, he had to be a coward and get his two pathetic friends to do it."

"You little bi-" Ron was starting to say before he was interrupted by little miss granger.

"Just let it go Ron. Let's get some breakfast."

Ron gave me a furious look before following the girl to the great hall.

I smirked knowing I won.

After that argument, all day Ron had been giving me glares and death stares. I just found it hilarious how angry he got over nothing. I also told me brother and our friends what happened while we were in the common room that night. They all found it funny how potter couldn't stand up for himself and had to get his friends to.