Never Is Our Always

Weasley Is Our King 5

(Third person) (quidditch day)

October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy draughts that bit at exposed hands and faces.

The skies and the ceiling of the Great Hall turned a pale, pearly grey, the mountains around Hogwarts were snowcapped, and the temperature in the castle dropped so low that many students wore their thick protective dragonskin gloves in the corridors between lessons.

The morning of the match dawned bright and cold. Alice was sitting on Angelina's bed as they talked about last minute changes on the Quidditch boards.

"Are you sure he's going to be all right out there?" Angelina asks, nervously tapping her fingers on the board.

"He's going to be nervous so he might slip up a few times, but I've been working him hard," Alice replied, dread filled her chest.

"Go check on them," Alice nodded as she got off her bed and jogged off to see Harry and Ron.

-

(Minnie pov)

"Hello?" I called outside their door.

"Come in!" I walked into their dormitory and shut the door behind me.

"You all right?" I said to Ron and Harry.

"Yeah." Harry answers.

Ron nodded but did not speak. I was reminded forcibly of the time Ron had accidentally put a Slug-vomiting Charm on himself; he looked just as pale and sweaty as he had done then, not to mention as reluctant to open his mouth.

"You just need some breakfast," Harry said bracingly. "C'mon."

"I'll let you change, good luck and remember... don't let them get to you." I said more so to Ron.

-

The Great Hall was filling up fast when they arrived, the talk louder and the mood more exuberant than usual. As I passed the Slytherin table there was an upsurge of noise. I looked round and saw that, in addition to the usual green and silver scarves and hats, every one of them was wearing a silver badge in the shape of what seemed to be a crown.

For some reason many of them waved at Ron, laughing uproariously. I tried to see what was written on the badges as he walked by, but I was too concerned to get Ron past their table quickly to linger long enough to read them.

"Hey," I smile quickly at Fred before rolling my sleeves up, "what are you doing?"

"I need to talk to Malfoy," I say.

"Why?" He scrunched his nose up. We then look at each other, "oh."

"I know," I sighed as I itched my thigh absentmindedly.

"Be careful," he murmurs to me, "Flints there." I nod my head as I round myself and kissed him on the lips before leaving for the Slytherin table.

"Malfoy," I call, he looked at me and then he got up and wandered over.

"What?" He asked, I grabbed his wrist and we left the table.