Lost In You Ron Weasley

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟛- Fight

this chapter um, -takes a turn-

toppy may or may not be holding me hostage and forcing me to write what happened's in this chapter.

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Ron lunged forward, swung Draco around, and punched Draco in the nose. Draco doubled back. The punch had caught him off-guard. Ron then threw another punch towards Draco's head. Instinctively, Draco blocked the hit and countered it with an uppercut towards Ron's neck. Draco laughed as Ron staggered back, violently coughing.

By now, everyone in the great hall had circled them. The teachers were at a meeting, so they weren't there to intervene.

Ron hated Draco more than anyone. Whenever someone brought him up, all Ron would do was express his undying hatred towards him. His father had taught him about muggle fighting, boxing, wrestling, so he was good, and I mean really good at fighting. He was also significantly more muscular than Draco. Draco didn't stand a chance.

We had all seen Ron fight Draco before, a while ago, about Hermione. It was violent, but Mgonaggle stopped it before it could go anywhere. Now there was no stopping it. Everyone watched in shock, and no one dared to intervene.

It was brutal. After Ron stopped coughing, he ran up to Draco and shoved him so hard that he hit the ground.

BANG.

Ron toppled on top of Draco, and they were both rolling on the floor, wrestling. Draco was hurt, but he was the type of person who didn't know when to stop. Ron got on top of him and slammed his fist into Dracos face again and again.

"GO, RON!!!" Everyone was roaring. Fred and Goerge were running around collecting bets.

"DONT," Punch, "CALL," Punch, "MY," Punch, "GIRLFRIEND," Punch, "A," Punch, "WHORE," Punch.

Draco was whimpering, his face covered in blood, dripping down his lips and noes. As much as I didn't like Ron getting into fights, I made an exception for Draco. He deserved every last bit of it.

Ron was panting. He wiped the blood off the corner of his lip with his arm and stared down at Draco. He won.

Harry took this as an opportunity to pull Ron away. Draco remained on the floor. I ran over to Ron and hugged him while asking him if he was okay. We both looked at each other and chuckled.

"Your fucking stupid Ronald," I snickered, shaking my head.

"I know," As Ron said that Draco got up from where he was lying down.

Draco grabbed his wand out of his pocket and shouted;

"FLIPENDO MAXIMA,"

We all heard a loud blast, and then a white flash came from Draco's wand and hit Ron in the back. Ron was instantly thrown into the air and flipped several times before he slammed into the Ravenclaw table. He banged into it so hard that the entire table had moved from its original position.

There were loud gasps. Draco clenched his jaw and smiled. He rapidly ran out of the hall along with his friends, who were high-fiving him on the way out.

I let out a small yelp, and then a heavy feeling engulfed my stomach. Hermione, Harry, and I ran up to where Ron had landed. He wasn't moving.

"R-Ron, a-are you okay, p-please answer me," I said in a soft, shaky voice as I bent down so that I was wavering over him.

No response.

"SOMEONE GET HELP," I heard Harry scream.

Blood was oozing down his forehead. He was losing too much of it. I froze as I looked down at him in terror. My father had once taught me a spell that reverses the damage of a wound, Vulnera San-