Ch. 37: Won-Won's Wipe-Out

                                    

                                          
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Ch. 37: Won-Won's Wipe-Out
Song For This Chapter: Come What May - Scene Aesthetic
     The worry that was oozing out of Hermione was toxic. "What happened?!" She blurted out once more, badgering Harry as we sat outside the Infirmary with Ginny. Madame Pomfrey had kicked everyone out until they had Ronald stabilized. 
     Rubbing my blurry eyes, I stifled a yawn and muttered some inaudible curses about getting yanked out of bed too early on a school morning. Hermione must have heard my complaint because she shot me a sharp glare.
          "Elle, Ronald was poisoned - twice!"
     "You'd think the first time would have been enough," I winked, nudging her. "Right? Riiight?"
     When she merely rolled her eyes at me and turned her head away, I knew I'd crossed a line. Groaning, I stretched out my shoulders, feeling extremely sore from the labor Snape had punished me with the night before. 
     Even though I had attempted to feebly brush off Ron's near-death experience, I actually was scared for him. It was terrifying to have been woken up by a practically hysteric Hermione, muttering about how Ron was in the Hospital Wing, nearly dead. 
     It was hard to believe that Romilda Vane, the goody-goody Gryffindor pre-teen (or at least that's what I thought her age was), not only had tried to slip HarryPotter an extremely strong love potion, but also Slughorn had given Ron a glass of poisoned mead. 
           Poor Won-Won was wiped-out. Literally. 
     A wry chuckle came from deep inside the darkest parts of myself, making me feel terrible, but also extremely amused at the same time. It was slightly funny, but totally terrifying. 'I'm a terrible person'.
     Hermione, Ginny, and Harry all shot me glances of distain at the sound of my dry giggles. "...S'rry," I sighed, leaning against the cold, stone wall of the castle.
     "Soo," I clapped my hands together, startling Harry who's eyes were glazed over, as if he was thinking about something entirely different than the situation we were in. "How did Won-Won bweak himswelf?" I puckered up my lips, making my voice fluctuate in a whiny, crying tone. 
     Hermione's eye twitched a bit as she listened to me. "Don't. Just, ...don't."
     "What?" I asked, gasping dramatically. "You don't want to talk about Won?"
     Ginny chuckled and Harry smiled a bit, but it barely reached his eyes. He reached out a limp hand and brushed up his glasses, so he could rub his tired, green eyes. "Well, I came into the dorm to find a discarded, more than half, eaten box of chocolates on my bed. And, Ron was sitting there, on the floor, watching the moon." 
     Hermione scoffed, brushing some bangs from her eyes.
     "Then, when he told me he was in love with Romilda Vane, I knew I had to take him to Professor Slughorn. Professor Slughorn gave Ron the antidote and then poured a glass of mead for all of us. We turned our backs for a second, a second, and Ron began seizing on the floor. H-He was foaming at the mouth."
     The small smile on the corners of my lips quickly slipped, feeling the daunting pressure of realization hitting me. This was a serious situation. In my mind, I could see a boy twitching on the carpeted floors of Slughorn's office, but it wasn't Ron. I quickly pushed the demented thoughts of a seizing Fred away.