"Hey, Ron." Cho suddenly stepped forward and gave Ron a light hug as if they were very close friends, which certainly was not the case.
Ron, unmoved, didn't even raise his hands to hug her back. He just heard her whispering voice into his ear, and felt her shivering hand as it clumsily tried to hug him.
"Please don't tell him." She whispered into his ear before stepping back and raising her voice. "What are you doing here, Ron?"
I knew it! This… Ron didn't like to curse, so he held back his thoughts. No wonder she was so willing to get shagged by him. That's all she was after, innit?
"Not much. Just looking for a bag," Ron replied.
"Come with us. We're going to eat something." Cedric invited him all of a sudden, holding Cho's hand very tightly. "I've joined the Quiberon Quafflepunchers. So I'll be busy with my quidditch practice later on."
"You joined the French team?" Ron exclaimed, wondering if Cedric just wanted to live away from Britain and Voldemort.
"I cleared their selection. But I'm just a reserve for no—"
Cho suddenly pulled Cedric's hand away, trying to leave as she felt uncomfortable under Ron's constant, scrutinizing gaze. "L-Let's not disturb, Ron. I'm sure he's very busy."
"I am," Ron replied, removing his gaze from Cho. "I'm in a rush to bring something to Harry."
Cho's eyes went wide, and she pulled Cedric to leave forcefully. "Then… We won't hold you back."
"Alright, take care, Ron. Let's get Harry someday and hit the bar," Cedric waved and left.
However, before they went downstairs, Cho looked back at Ron with a pitiful face and moved her lips in a very animated way so he would understand her silent words.
Please? Ron understood it and scoffed. Still has the audacity.
Ron didn't waste any time after that. He grabbed a bag quickly before returning to Madam Malkin downstairs. He handed her the bag to be charmed. The friendly woman didn't take much time either, saving Ron plenty of time.
Quickly after, with all his luggage, Ron headed back to 12 Grimmauld Place. Like always, it was empty, as Sirius was always out working on something.
"Harry!" Ron shouted as soon as he entered. He ran upstairs and quickly knocked on Harry's door. "Harry, are you in there?!"
"Ron?" The door opened slowly, with Harry rubbing his eyes as if he just woke up. "What happened?"
"Madness!" Ron blurted and walked in. He locked the door behind him and looked at the condition of the room. There were books everywhere, some closed and some open. "You were studying?"
"And fell asleep," Harry exclaimed with a yawn, stretching his arms above his head. "What's with your face? You look like you've just stepped on a nest of Acromantula!"
Mate, you'd be the one screaming.
Ron pushed Harry towards the bed and made him sit down. Then, he stepped back and took a deep breath. He hated to be the one to tell him, but he couldn't betray his best friend. Especially when Harry looked like a little lost sheep with that messy hair.
"Brace yourself. I saw something at Diagon Alley."
"What?" Harry asked.
Ron rubbed his forehead and explained why he was there in the first place. "I went to Madam Malkin's to buy some clothes and a bag with an expansion charm. I went upstairs looking for a bag and… I saw a boy shagging a girl behind a hanging rack of robes."
Harry's brows furrowed. "That's very courageous of them, but why are you overrearc—"
"It was Cedric and Cho!"
Harry fell speechless, his gaze frozen at Ron's face. Harry's own eyes went wide in shock, his heart pounding in his chest. He doubted he heard Ron wrong, but he knew he didn't.
"W-What? What are you saying? Why would she do that?"
Ron stepped closer to Harry and patted both his shoulders. "You told me she always tried to change the topic whenever you talked about your future together. About living together after school."
"She did, but she was just…" Even Harry lacked words to find excuses when everything was put into perspective.
Ron didn't want to leave his friend in depression. "You can have my memories and see it for yourself in that… saucer thing. She was loving it, Harry… She never broke up with Cedric."
Harry started to rub his face, putting away his glasses. "But why? She was so happy… I was so happy… Why cheat?"
But right then, Harry jumped to his feet and put the glasses back. He took a jacket from the side and wore it to head out. "I'll go and ask her face to face. It's better Cedric learns about this too. He's been cheated too."
"And he'll believe you?" Asked Ron. "The entire school knew you had a crush on Cho. You didn't make it much of a secret during the Yule ball, either. She can just call you a liar, trying to break her relationship."
"Ugh…"
Bam!
Harry frustratingly walked to the closed door and punched it. "Then what should I do? Just accepted it? That she toyed with my—ugh…"
As Harry's emotions flared up, he suddenly clutched his forehead where the curse mark was. He groaned in pain and fell back into the bed, curling his legs up to his chest.
"Harry!" Ron rushed up to his friend in worry. Seeing him squirm scared Ron. "I'll go get someone!"
"N-No! Don't tell anyone!" Harry growled, trying to calm himself down. "J-Just knock me out!"
Ron didn't use the Stupefy Spell and instead grabbed his expansion pouch. He took out a potion bottle from inside, the calming draught he had just purchased. He quickly poured it into Harry's mouth.
The effect took a few minutes to show, but Harry eventually fell asleep.
Ron removed Harry's glasses and made him lie in the bed properly with a quilt on. Meanwhile, he sat away at the study table, thinking about a way for his best friend to get some payback.
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"Ugh…" Harry woke up two hours later and tried to sit up. He still felt heavy in the head. "Ron?"
"Still here," Ron remarked from the study table, chair facing Harry as he sat there. "Better now?"
Harry looked down and touched his curse mark. "You can say it… I know I was a fool."
"No, you weren't," Ron said with assurance. "You were too good to her, but a trophy easily won is never respected—you, Harry Potter, are the greatest trophy in the school among all boys."
"What are you getting to?"
"Wanna get revenge?" Ron asked him.
"How?"
Ron sighed and stood up before walking towards the door slowly. "I have something in mind. It might sound too evil to you but… It's honestly fair. We'd expose her to Diggory at the same time… Red-handed!"
"What's the plan?"
Ron smirked wide, and reached for the doorknob but didn't turn it. "Pretty simple… something we humans have been doing since inception."
Like hell I'm letting her off so easily. She better pay Harry back with interest.
"What is it?" Harry asked back.
"Fucking… a lot of fucking." Ron finally turned the knob. "I'll explain everything later. Just make sure you act like I haven't told you anything when you see her next time."
Harry frowned, looking for more than a vague answer. "How will that help?"
"It's a surprise. But for a hint, let's just say she's gonna be super accommodating. You can have her however you like, any way you fancy, whenever you like—no limits!"
Thud!
Ron left, but Harry couldn't help but feel a twitch in his groin.
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Sadly, the entire plan regarding Cho couldn't be implemented until they were back at Hogwarts. So, Ron had a few days left to focus back on finding Voldemort before he could hurt anyone he cherished.
It honestly felt strange to him; How he had almost taken Harry's place when it came to finding trouble with Voldemort. But he knew why it was all happening. He'd feel the same way if some pesky redhead boy came out of nowhere and ruined his reincarnation soup.
However, surprising to Ron, he received an owl from someone he least expected at that time. He wasn't even at the Burrow when he received it, making it more interesting. The contents were also of interest to him.
This isn't the address of the Malfoy Manor. Ron read the last line under the invitation sent by Narcissa Malfoy, suggesting that he visit since she had some credible information regarding the Dark Lord. Did she find a safe house?
Ron suddenly remembered the heated, unceremonious moment between them the last time they met. Imagining her face and her curves, he felt a phantom touch against his palm. Her cushiony ass cheeks were just so delicate.
How in the bloody hell did I have that much confidence? I pretty much assaulted her! Ron exclaimed, almost ashamed of himself for how he had toyed with Narcissa. But she… She hinted at it, didn't she?
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