Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Sakura ❯ Year Five: Chapter Nineteen ( Chapter 19 )

Disclaimer: My name is not J.K. Rowling nor am I part of the wonderful and talented mangaka quartet known as CLAMP.

Title: Sakura

Pairing: RWxDM

Rating: I'm sick of rating every chapter. This story is an NC-17.

Warnings: Slash…and we're back to Angst

Spoilers: OOTP and HBP mostly. Maybe some DH…I'm not sure yet.

POV: Ronald Weasley; passive

 

Chapter 19

 

“So who are we supposed to be cheering for?” Neville asked as another cold wind blew past, sending shivers through all three of them.

“For whoever you want,” Ron said through his scarf.

“Or we could cheer when both teams score,” Luna said dreamily.

“Isn't that a bit traitorous for you Luna?” Ron asked her. “You are a Ravenclaw after all. Shouldn't you just be cheering for your own team?”

“But Draco's a friend now isn't he?” she asked as she watch the Slytherins score another goal, making it a 170 points tie now between the two teams. Ron wasn't sure how to answer that though as he was sure that Draco didn't think of the other two as much of anything. He didn't really talk to either of them at least.

“I think since we're in Ravenclaw territory it would be safer if we cheered for them,” Neville said peering around at the other students around them. “Besides, Draco friend or not, I still really don't like they way the Slytherin team plays.”

Ron had to agree with him. The Slytherins played dirty and liked to cheat. It was why none of the other houses liked them. Watching their practices the past week didn't really help Ron like them any better either.

Everyone in the stands stood up and started cheering as they saw the Ravenclaw seeker Cho Chang make a dive, apparently spotting the snitch. Draco dived after her. Ron desperately looked for the tiny golden ball, hoping that she wasn't trying to trick him. She wasn't though as Ron caught sight of a golden blur not far ahead of her. Draco was catching up to her fast.

Ron felt a horrible anxiety in his stomach as he watched the two of them weave in and out of the other players, dodging bludgers as they went. The snitch suddenly went into a steep dive and the two of them followed. Draco pulled beside Cho, making it a neck and neck race for the snitch that was only a few feet in front of them. Both of them reached out their hands but neither could quite reach it. They were quickly coming closer and closer to the ground but the stupid golden ball kept going so they kept following. Then finally Draco grew tired of the stupid race.

As Ron watched it all seemed to happen in slow motion. They were still neck and neck, still diving for the snitch. Then Draco suddenly jerked his broom towards Cho. Not wanting to collide, she jerked her broom away but lost control of it. As Draco sped ahead Cho fell towards the ground, her broom spinning uncontrollably. She just managed to pull the handle up as the bottom collided with the earth and her body gave a horrible lurch forward and she tumble to a stop at least fifteen feet away. The Slytherins let out a loud cheer as Draco finally caught hold of the snitch.

Ron felt a terrible churning in his stomach as he stared at Cho Chang's motionless body. He felt his throat start to burn as he tasted the bile in his mouth. Doubling over he began retching, causing Neville and many others to jump out of his way. Dark sparks played at the edge of his vision as he looked up to see madam Hooch as well as Dumbledore and McGonagall run onto the pitch. His gaze rose up as he caught sight of Draco flying overhead, triumphantly holding the golden snitch above his head. The whole world seemed to close around him though as he felt himself falling and everything turned black.

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Ron had never fainted before. Yes he'd been hit on the head and knocked out once before but never had he fainted. He quickly decided that it was something that he never wanted to do again as he felt himself slowly wake up. There were two people on either side of him, carrying him. He could hear people yelling.

“What the hell happened?”

“Fainted.”

“Fainted? What do you mean fainted?”

“I mean he fainted after watching that damn horrible catch of yours.”

His head was so muddled that he found that he couldn't recognize the voices though he knew they sounded familiar. He cracked his eyes open a little to see Fred and George on either side of him. Ahead he could make out Neville's back and Luna as she walked backwards. He could hear somebody walking behind him.

“Ronald you're awake,” Luna said causing his brothers to stop. They sat him down on the floor and she kneeled down in front of him with Neville leaning over her.

“How do you feel?” Neville asked.

“Like I've been trampled by a Crumple-Horned Snorkack,” Ron replied, smiling at Luna's slight gasp.

He sat up a little more, starting to get his bearings. They were in the middle of a corridor, which one and what floor Ron didn't know. Behind Luna and Neville he saw Fred and George holding back:

“You,” Ron said angrily, memories of the match flooding back to him. Draco stopped struggling and looked at Ron in surprise. Even the others looked surprised from how his voice sounded. Ron didn't care though as he shakily stood up.

“Ron…”

“Don't you `Ron' me Draco,” Ron yelled. Draco's eyebrow twitched but he remained silent. “What the fuck did you think you were doing?”

“I think,” he replied coldly, all the concern in his voice gone, “I was helping my team win.” The other four stood back.

“By nearly killing Cho in the process?”

“Sorry Weasley but that's how the game is played,” Draco yelled back.

“Deliberately throwing her broom out of control in a dive like that is NOT how you play the game.” Ron felt his ears growing hotter and hotter as his nails dug into the palms of his hands.

“Why should you care anyway?” Draco shouted and his face started to turn a shade pinker. “She's only Potter's fucking girlfriend.”

Ron took the few steps toward Draco and grabbed him by the front of his quidditch robes that he was still wearing. He threw Draco up against the wall. Draco didn't move to fight back though. He just stood there glaring hard at Ron.

“She's still a human being,” he screamed at the blond. He wanted to punch him even if it was just to get him to stop looking at him like that—like he was the bad guy. He suddenly hated himself for ever thinking that Draco was any different than he first though he was—for thinking that he was capable of feeling any kind of compassion.

He threw Draco to the ground, almost relishing in the sound of his stupid thick skull hitting the hard wood floor. With out another word he turned and started to walk away, Neville and his brother's following close behind.

He refused to look back. Not even when he heard Draco's angry screams.

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A/N: Again you have permission to throw things at me^^