Silversnitch sidealong
Title: n/a
Rating: PG
A/N: I wrote a story for a silversnitch competition and this event was mentioned, involves Ron's clothes.
“Ron, are you going to come to dinner?” Hermione shouted up the boys dorm stairs, it fell mainly on deaf ears as the boys of the tower were used to Hermione yelling for her lazy friend.
“Two ticks ‘Mione.”
“One, two, ready? And don’t call me that, you know I can’t stand it.”
“Maybe you should go up and get him Harry.”
“Harry’s already gone Hermione.” Neville said sheepishly to the scary looking girl at the foot of the stairs.
“Damnation! Ronald Weasley. You had better be fully dressed, I’m coming up to get you, right this instant.” Hermione stormed off up the stone steps, her heels clicked gently as she went. Neville could hear the door banging open and then a gasping sound.
“It’s not my fault, honestly Hermione. All of my clothes have gone and, and all the other trunks have been locked.”
“Put that away Ronald, I do not wish to see it.” Ron turned a bright red all over and wrapped a towel around his waist.
“Happy?”
“Not quite yet, come on.” Hermione said with a glint in her eye.
“What? But I’m not wearing anything.”
“It will teach you a valuable lesson then.”
“What lesson?” Ron asked as he trudged along behind the bushy haired girl.
“When I think you have learned it then I will transfigure that towel into some clothes. Until then you have to deal with it. Now hurry up or we’ll miss the starter.”
“Ron, are you wearing that to dinner?” Neville asked in a shocked manner.
“Why do ask? Do you have a problem with me wearing it?”
“Nope none at all.”
“Good.” Ron stormed out of the portrait hole with the fat lady yelling at him to be more gentle, he could hear Hermione’s soft voice apologizing profusely to her.
When they entered the Great Hall everyone was immediately drawn to the mostly naked red-head, whose body now appeared to be the same colour as his hair. A series of cat calls reached his ears as he sat down heavily on the bench next to Harry.
“Mate, all my clothes have just gone, and all of your trunks are locked.”
“Yeah, so that nothing gets stolen.” Harry reasoned.
“Even Neville’s was locked.” Ron whined.
“He does remember some things, give him some credit.”
“Exactly right Harry.”
“’Mione, don’t butt into guy’s conversation.”
“Well sorry, and don’t call me that Ronald, or you will be wearing that towel for eternity.” Ron looked sheepishly away and muttered something that sounded like sorry.
Over at the Slytherin table Draco was watching his secret boyfriend try to reason with his friend. It didn’t appear to be working and said friend was turning red again, just as Snape approached.
“Mister Weasley. Today is a school day and therefore you should be wearing your school robes. Even if it was a weekend a towel is not a suitable piece of clothing to wear. 30 points from Gryffindor. Now put some clothes on Weasley.”
“Yes sir.” Ron replied grudgingly.
“I’m sorry Ron, but I took your clothes, and locked everyone’s trunks.” Harry said jokingly, but Ron missed the smile of glee.
“Really? Can I have them back?”
“Um let me think about that, nope.”
“Why Harry?”
“I don’t have them anymore.”
“Well where are they then?”
“They’re in the castle, but you’ll have to find them yourself.”
“Are they in Slytherin?”
“How would I have got in there Ron? Think about it.” Harry replied, lying through his teeth.
“I suppose. Will you transfigure me some clothes please Hermione?” Hermione waved her wand and Ron was wearing a school robe, but a Hufflepuff one, with the yellow and black badger on the crest.
“Ha ha ha Hermione, very funny.”
“Well if you don’t like it you change it. Payback for calling me ‘Mione.”
“But I don’t have my wand either.”
“Tough luck then?”
“Harry?”
“Sorry Ron I’m not that good at charms like this, just live with it. At least it’s not a Slytherin badge.”
“Yeah I suppose mate. I’ll just go look for my clothes.” Ron left the table still rather red, but more form anger now. Harry caught his boyfriends eye and winked at him, Draco winked right back at him.
“What’s up with Malfoy? He seems to be looking at something over here.”
“Dunno, probably giving me his best death glare.”
“So where are Ron’s clothes?”
“I’m afraid I can’t tell you that.”
*Two Weeks Later*
“Ron are they your clothes?” Hermione pointed to the various articles of clothing floating above the hall.
“Yes. What the unlevitation charm?” Hermione told him and before she could warn him all the clothes fell on peoples heads and it other breakfast.
“Nice one Weasley.” Draco said as he walked past the trio, headed toward the dungeons.
Rating: PG
A/N: I wrote a story for a silversnitch competition and this event was mentioned, involves Ron's clothes.
“Ron, are you going to come to dinner?” Hermione shouted up the boys dorm stairs, it fell mainly on deaf ears as the boys of the tower were used to Hermione yelling for her lazy friend.
“Two ticks ‘Mione.”
“One, two, ready? And don’t call me that, you know I can’t stand it.”
“Maybe you should go up and get him Harry.”
“Harry’s already gone Hermione.” Neville said sheepishly to the scary looking girl at the foot of the stairs.
“Damnation! Ronald Weasley. You had better be fully dressed, I’m coming up to get you, right this instant.” Hermione stormed off up the stone steps, her heels clicked gently as she went. Neville could hear the door banging open and then a gasping sound.
“It’s not my fault, honestly Hermione. All of my clothes have gone and, and all the other trunks have been locked.”
“Put that away Ronald, I do not wish to see it.” Ron turned a bright red all over and wrapped a towel around his waist.
“Happy?”
“Not quite yet, come on.” Hermione said with a glint in her eye.
“What? But I’m not wearing anything.”
“It will teach you a valuable lesson then.”
“What lesson?” Ron asked as he trudged along behind the bushy haired girl.
“When I think you have learned it then I will transfigure that towel into some clothes. Until then you have to deal with it. Now hurry up or we’ll miss the starter.”
“Ron, are you wearing that to dinner?” Neville asked in a shocked manner.
“Why do ask? Do you have a problem with me wearing it?”
“Nope none at all.”
“Good.” Ron stormed out of the portrait hole with the fat lady yelling at him to be more gentle, he could hear Hermione’s soft voice apologizing profusely to her.
When they entered the Great Hall everyone was immediately drawn to the mostly naked red-head, whose body now appeared to be the same colour as his hair. A series of cat calls reached his ears as he sat down heavily on the bench next to Harry.
“Mate, all my clothes have just gone, and all of your trunks are locked.”
“Yeah, so that nothing gets stolen.” Harry reasoned.
“Even Neville’s was locked.” Ron whined.
“He does remember some things, give him some credit.”
“Exactly right Harry.”
“’Mione, don’t butt into guy’s conversation.”
“Well sorry, and don’t call me that Ronald, or you will be wearing that towel for eternity.” Ron looked sheepishly away and muttered something that sounded like sorry.
Over at the Slytherin table Draco was watching his secret boyfriend try to reason with his friend. It didn’t appear to be working and said friend was turning red again, just as Snape approached.
“Mister Weasley. Today is a school day and therefore you should be wearing your school robes. Even if it was a weekend a towel is not a suitable piece of clothing to wear. 30 points from Gryffindor. Now put some clothes on Weasley.”
“Yes sir.” Ron replied grudgingly.
“I’m sorry Ron, but I took your clothes, and locked everyone’s trunks.” Harry said jokingly, but Ron missed the smile of glee.
“Really? Can I have them back?”
“Um let me think about that, nope.”
“Why Harry?”
“I don’t have them anymore.”
“Well where are they then?”
“They’re in the castle, but you’ll have to find them yourself.”
“Are they in Slytherin?”
“How would I have got in there Ron? Think about it.” Harry replied, lying through his teeth.
“I suppose. Will you transfigure me some clothes please Hermione?” Hermione waved her wand and Ron was wearing a school robe, but a Hufflepuff one, with the yellow and black badger on the crest.
“Ha ha ha Hermione, very funny.”
“Well if you don’t like it you change it. Payback for calling me ‘Mione.”
“But I don’t have my wand either.”
“Tough luck then?”
“Harry?”
“Sorry Ron I’m not that good at charms like this, just live with it. At least it’s not a Slytherin badge.”
“Yeah I suppose mate. I’ll just go look for my clothes.” Ron left the table still rather red, but more form anger now. Harry caught his boyfriends eye and winked at him, Draco winked right back at him.
“What’s up with Malfoy? He seems to be looking at something over here.”
“Dunno, probably giving me his best death glare.”
“So where are Ron’s clothes?”
“I’m afraid I can’t tell you that.”
*Two Weeks Later*
“Ron are they your clothes?” Hermione pointed to the various articles of clothing floating above the hall.
“Yes. What the unlevitation charm?” Hermione told him and before she could warn him all the clothes fell on peoples heads and it other breakfast.
“Nice one Weasley.” Draco said as he walked past the trio, headed toward the dungeons.