A/N: Wheeeee! This is my first submission (I think) to Fanfiction.net. I wrote this one day
when I decided I felt like writing a story where Ron and Harry got into a brawl ::evil
grin:: So please excuse me for the semi-lame excuse for a Ron vs. Harry story and read the
sappiness! ::commands::
Oh, btw, please R&R. I'm curious to know what people think of my writing skills.
Particularly since I rarely finish a story...
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Harry glared at the floor scrubbing it roughly in his anger. Ron was slightly to his
right scouring a desk, and he looked equally as furious. Both were trapped in detention
together and they weren't mad at Snape for giving it to them either. Well, they were, but
mostly they were infuriated with each other. During class they had gotten into an enormous
argument which was why they had detention.
The three of them (Hermione, Ron, and Harry) had been getting edgier and edgier as
the N.E.W.T.'s approached, and finally, Ron and Harry had been set off. They exploded in
the middle of Potions yelling and drawing their wands in anger. It was the first time
they'd been so angry at each other since their fourth year.
"You smarmy pampered GIT!" Ron shouted rising from his stool and drawing his wand.
"I never TOUCHED your stupid essay!"
"Well no one ELSE could have! And I'm not PAMPERED!" shouted Harry back flushing
darkly.
It gave Ron a guilty satisfaction to see the colour of his friend's face. "Yes you
are! Every one practically WORSHIPS you and you have enough gold to get you through half
the rest of your LIFE!"
"At least you have a family that LOVES you!" Harry yelled back bitterly. "Too bad
that's ALL you have!" The last remark was a last minute thought, and Harry spat it out
wishing that it would hurt—badly.
And it did.
Ron's ears turned bright red and he started yelling a spell but his wand was
snatched from his hand, as was Harry's. Snape glared at them both witheringly. "Sit DOWN.
You will both serve double detention here for the next WEEK. I will not tolerate this
sort of behaviour in my classroom!" he hissed, but it seemed as though his voice boomed
through the room in the stunned silence of the rest. Harry and Ron obeyed silently,
sitting on either side of a very flabbergasted looking Hermione. They had exited the
classroom in the same enraged silence, and hadn't spoken since.
Snape was now sitting at his desk, grading papers and 'tsk tsk tsk'ing at their
poor quality as the two boys cleaned the dungeons. Harry and Ron had succeeded in
ignoring one another so far, but when Snape stepped into his storage room to search
for something, they shot murderous glares at each other and began arguing in quiet
hisses.
"This is all your fault you know!" Ron hissed.
"MY FAULT? How is this MY fault?! YOU started it!" Harry snarled back.
"You're the one who accused me of STEALING!" Ron said, his voice rising slightly.
"Well you did, didn't you?" Harry accused.
"Why would I steal your stupid essay!? I had my own! You were there when I wrote
the bloody thing!"
"How am I supposed to know? You're the backstabber!"
Ron snarled angrily and lunged at Harry, getting in a good swift punch before
Harry realized what was happening. Then, seconds later, they were rolling around on the
floor in a fury of fists and feet, trying to cause as much pain to the other as they
could. Desks were shoved about and crashed on the floor around them. Snape flew out
from the storage room roaring angrily, "POTTER! WEASLEY! STOP THIS INSTANT!" But they
continued, ignoring Snape's furious bellowing. It wasn't until he wrenched them apart
with a spell that they could be stopped. Even then they swung at each other futily.
Harry had acquired a thickly bleeding nose, a cut lip and a dark bruise that was
blooming over his left eye. Several other bruises were on his other extremities. Ron
was just as bad off with a bloody cut across his forehead, a black eye, and several
bruises on his body as well. "ENOUGH!" Snape snarled glaring at the both of them. "We
are going to settle this NOW or you two sniveling brats will NEVER leave this dungeon!"
Ron glared daggers at Harry. "It's all HIS fault… He blames me for stealing his
stupid bloody Potions essay!"
Snape's eyes flicked over to Harry and narrowed. "Why in the name of Merlin do
you think WEASLEY stole your essay Potter?" he hissed.
"I couldn't find it! We were supposed to turn them in today and he was the only
BLOODY person who would WANT to steal it or even be close enough!" Harry snarled.
Snape rolled his eyes irritably and turned around, sweeping over to his desk.
He shuffled around a little bit and then slithered back over holding up a piece of
parchment for Harry to see. "Is THIS your essay, Potter?" he demanded.
Harry glanced at it once, and then looked back at it again when he recognized
his emerald green ink, his handwriting and his name. His mouth dropped open in shock.
"But—but I didn't give it to you!" he spluttered. Ron looked utterly smug and haughty
as he watched Harry flounder under the evidence.
Snape made a face and sneered at Harry, "While you were busy blathering on with
Granger about your N.E.W.T.'s, I picked them up Potter. They were on your DESKS."
Harry went limp, looking dejected. "Oh don't look so down trod, Potter. You've only
ruined your friendship with Weasley, I'm sure…" he said in an irritating tone and went
back to his desk, leaving them hanging there.
Harry stared at the stones that were about a foot below their own feet, feeling
guiltier than he had in a while. He'd said horrible things and done horrible things
for no reason. Ron had every right to hate him. To never speak to him again… He opened
his mouth with difficulty and started to speak. "Ron… I…"
Ron sneered. "I TOLD you I didn't steal it." He was feeling rather bitter
towards Harry. After all, he had been accused of stealing something he hadn't by his
best friend. Harry cringed. He really did deserve Ron's hatred.
Ron sighed, Harry was his best friend and nothing could change that. Despite the
fact that he was a stupid prat who thought people had to love you unconditionally and
never fight with you to be your family or friends and despite the fact that he never
really thought ENTIRELY about anyone else when something like this happened. However,
it startled Ron, when Harry did something unexpected.
"I'm sorry Ron…I've been really stupid… I should never have thought it was you
who took my essay…I know better. You're my best friend though…and I don't want to not
speak to you for almost a month like the last time…that was one of the worst times of
my whole life… So I'm sorry," he apologized genuinely.
Ron grinned broadly and said, "Neither do I, Harry. Besides. I don't think
that'll happen anymore…you've finally figured out what it REALLY takes to be friends."
Harry gave him a look, "What DOES it take, hm, Weasley?"
Ron grinned even more broadly and raised a finger trying to look philosophic.
"It takes the understanding of a brother, and willingness to apologize when you're
wrong and the comfort of knowing you can move on and be happy again."
Harry made a face. "I didn't think it was possible for you to EVER sound that
sappy. Don't do that. It's weird," a small grin crossed his face though and his eyes
got back their usual glitter that accompanied his best friend's presence.
Ron grinned. "We've still got detention all week because of you."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah… don't push it."
Snape suddenly appeared beside them with a cruel smirk on his face. "Well it
seems you have 'made up' Potter, Weasley… Now get back to work!" he barked and they
dropped to the floor. Both sniggered and crawled back to their buckets to continue
cleaning the classroom, knowing they were once again, best friends.
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when I decided I felt like writing a story where Ron and Harry got into a brawl ::evil
grin:: So please excuse me for the semi-lame excuse for a Ron vs. Harry story and read the
sappiness! ::commands::
Oh, btw, please R&R. I'm curious to know what people think of my writing skills.
Particularly since I rarely finish a story...
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Harry glared at the floor scrubbing it roughly in his anger. Ron was slightly to his
right scouring a desk, and he looked equally as furious. Both were trapped in detention
together and they weren't mad at Snape for giving it to them either. Well, they were, but
mostly they were infuriated with each other. During class they had gotten into an enormous
argument which was why they had detention.
The three of them (Hermione, Ron, and Harry) had been getting edgier and edgier as
the N.E.W.T.'s approached, and finally, Ron and Harry had been set off. They exploded in
the middle of Potions yelling and drawing their wands in anger. It was the first time
they'd been so angry at each other since their fourth year.
"You smarmy pampered GIT!" Ron shouted rising from his stool and drawing his wand.
"I never TOUCHED your stupid essay!"
"Well no one ELSE could have! And I'm not PAMPERED!" shouted Harry back flushing
darkly.
It gave Ron a guilty satisfaction to see the colour of his friend's face. "Yes you
are! Every one practically WORSHIPS you and you have enough gold to get you through half
the rest of your LIFE!"
"At least you have a family that LOVES you!" Harry yelled back bitterly. "Too bad
that's ALL you have!" The last remark was a last minute thought, and Harry spat it out
wishing that it would hurt—badly.
And it did.
Ron's ears turned bright red and he started yelling a spell but his wand was
snatched from his hand, as was Harry's. Snape glared at them both witheringly. "Sit DOWN.
You will both serve double detention here for the next WEEK. I will not tolerate this
sort of behaviour in my classroom!" he hissed, but it seemed as though his voice boomed
through the room in the stunned silence of the rest. Harry and Ron obeyed silently,
sitting on either side of a very flabbergasted looking Hermione. They had exited the
classroom in the same enraged silence, and hadn't spoken since.
Snape was now sitting at his desk, grading papers and 'tsk tsk tsk'ing at their
poor quality as the two boys cleaned the dungeons. Harry and Ron had succeeded in
ignoring one another so far, but when Snape stepped into his storage room to search
for something, they shot murderous glares at each other and began arguing in quiet
hisses.
"This is all your fault you know!" Ron hissed.
"MY FAULT? How is this MY fault?! YOU started it!" Harry snarled back.
"You're the one who accused me of STEALING!" Ron said, his voice rising slightly.
"Well you did, didn't you?" Harry accused.
"Why would I steal your stupid essay!? I had my own! You were there when I wrote
the bloody thing!"
"How am I supposed to know? You're the backstabber!"
Ron snarled angrily and lunged at Harry, getting in a good swift punch before
Harry realized what was happening. Then, seconds later, they were rolling around on the
floor in a fury of fists and feet, trying to cause as much pain to the other as they
could. Desks were shoved about and crashed on the floor around them. Snape flew out
from the storage room roaring angrily, "POTTER! WEASLEY! STOP THIS INSTANT!" But they
continued, ignoring Snape's furious bellowing. It wasn't until he wrenched them apart
with a spell that they could be stopped. Even then they swung at each other futily.
Harry had acquired a thickly bleeding nose, a cut lip and a dark bruise that was
blooming over his left eye. Several other bruises were on his other extremities. Ron
was just as bad off with a bloody cut across his forehead, a black eye, and several
bruises on his body as well. "ENOUGH!" Snape snarled glaring at the both of them. "We
are going to settle this NOW or you two sniveling brats will NEVER leave this dungeon!"
Ron glared daggers at Harry. "It's all HIS fault… He blames me for stealing his
stupid bloody Potions essay!"
Snape's eyes flicked over to Harry and narrowed. "Why in the name of Merlin do
you think WEASLEY stole your essay Potter?" he hissed.
"I couldn't find it! We were supposed to turn them in today and he was the only
BLOODY person who would WANT to steal it or even be close enough!" Harry snarled.
Snape rolled his eyes irritably and turned around, sweeping over to his desk.
He shuffled around a little bit and then slithered back over holding up a piece of
parchment for Harry to see. "Is THIS your essay, Potter?" he demanded.
Harry glanced at it once, and then looked back at it again when he recognized
his emerald green ink, his handwriting and his name. His mouth dropped open in shock.
"But—but I didn't give it to you!" he spluttered. Ron looked utterly smug and haughty
as he watched Harry flounder under the evidence.
Snape made a face and sneered at Harry, "While you were busy blathering on with
Granger about your N.E.W.T.'s, I picked them up Potter. They were on your DESKS."
Harry went limp, looking dejected. "Oh don't look so down trod, Potter. You've only
ruined your friendship with Weasley, I'm sure…" he said in an irritating tone and went
back to his desk, leaving them hanging there.
Harry stared at the stones that were about a foot below their own feet, feeling
guiltier than he had in a while. He'd said horrible things and done horrible things
for no reason. Ron had every right to hate him. To never speak to him again… He opened
his mouth with difficulty and started to speak. "Ron… I…"
Ron sneered. "I TOLD you I didn't steal it." He was feeling rather bitter
towards Harry. After all, he had been accused of stealing something he hadn't by his
best friend. Harry cringed. He really did deserve Ron's hatred.
Ron sighed, Harry was his best friend and nothing could change that. Despite the
fact that he was a stupid prat who thought people had to love you unconditionally and
never fight with you to be your family or friends and despite the fact that he never
really thought ENTIRELY about anyone else when something like this happened. However,
it startled Ron, when Harry did something unexpected.
"I'm sorry Ron…I've been really stupid… I should never have thought it was you
who took my essay…I know better. You're my best friend though…and I don't want to not
speak to you for almost a month like the last time…that was one of the worst times of
my whole life… So I'm sorry," he apologized genuinely.
Ron grinned broadly and said, "Neither do I, Harry. Besides. I don't think
that'll happen anymore…you've finally figured out what it REALLY takes to be friends."
Harry gave him a look, "What DOES it take, hm, Weasley?"
Ron grinned even more broadly and raised a finger trying to look philosophic.
"It takes the understanding of a brother, and willingness to apologize when you're
wrong and the comfort of knowing you can move on and be happy again."
Harry made a face. "I didn't think it was possible for you to EVER sound that
sappy. Don't do that. It's weird," a small grin crossed his face though and his eyes
got back their usual glitter that accompanied his best friend's presence.
Ron grinned. "We've still got detention all week because of you."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah… don't push it."
Snape suddenly appeared beside them with a cruel smirk on his face. "Well it
seems you have 'made up' Potter, Weasley… Now get back to work!" he barked and they
dropped to the floor. Both sniggered and crawled back to their buckets to continue
cleaning the classroom, knowing they were once again, best friends.
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