[A/N: I see comments telling me that the title of the chapter is wrong. It's not wrong, folks. Since my chapters are divided into parts as they are too long, you get to see these (I,II,III,IV) chapters with the same title. The title does relate to the chapter, but that part could be in the middle or the end sometimes.]
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While it was fun doing it with Luna, Ron decided to reduce his interactions with girls and prepare himself to fight. He had no clue how far his luck would take him. But leaving it all to luck was not a smart move.
Even Harry had started complaining about getting visions lately. So they all trained harder at the secret sparring sessions on the 7th floor. Ron and Harry acted as the main mentors since the others didn't have practical battle experience.
"Combos!" Ron shouted at them. "Just hitting one spell won't work. They're far more experienced than us."
"Ron, am I doing it right?"
Ron acted like he didn't hear that and walked away to find someone else. Despite his best efforts, Lavender ended up joining their sparring sessions. It was impossible to keep the matter a secret when Hermione, Parvati, Katie, and a few other girls were already selected.
"Padma, you're doing it wrong." Ron walked up to the dusky Ravenclaw and got behind her to align her wand movement properly. "Maintain your for—"
"Like this?" Padma suddenly slammed her hips backward, grounding them over his pants.
Ron sighed. Most of the girls were acting that way, especially those he had shagged before. It was a constant pain in his ass as he feared Hermione would notice it and ask him questions. Who had this damn idea to hold sparring classes?
Of course, he knew he only had himself to blame. But he couldn't cry over spilled milk, could he? He simply stepped away from Padma's rear and fixed her arm position from the side.
"Take this seriously, Ms. Patil." Ron maintained a solemn attitude and walked away.
Since Hermione was also one of those instructing, she was too preoccupied to notice the bizarre interactions with Ron. But he still tried to avoid it and only went for the boys, leaving the girls for Harry.
"Stupefy!"
They trained and hit the target. It was great to watch them train such spells. But in his heart, Ron knew that all of it was useless. Against the Death Eaters or any evil wizard, their little spells wouldn't work. Especially when the enemy was known and prone to shower people with unforgivable curses.
"Let's move on to Protego," Ron decided. It was better to learn to defend. "It's one of the hardest spells, but if some of can master it—"
Ron stopped talking midway as he realized most weren't paying attention. Too focused on waving their wands to try whatever spells they already knew instead of learning something new.
So much for a sparring session.
"Want me to help?"
Ron smiled, hearing Hermione's concern-filled voice. "Why don't we both have a friendly duel? They might get motivated after seeing us."
"Are you sure?" Hermione asked. She had never seen Ron fight. Although he had gotten much better in the classes, she still felt worried.
Ron patted her shoulder. "What? Scared of me?"
"Hmph, in your dreams, Ron." Hermione proudly scoffed and walked away to get ready.
Ron did the same. "Everyone! I'll have a mock duel with Hermione. Watch closely… and make your bets."
Soon enough the big classroom went silent. Hermione, with her wand raised to her front, eyed Ron seriously. She certainly had no plans of losing to Ron.
As for Ron, he had a slightly stranger way of holding his wand. He didn't hold it like a fencing saber, but rather a short sword—his arms spread wide, both of them, the free hand was closer to his waist for some reason.
It was something he had developed after training repeatedly over the past few days. But sadly, the true extent of that form could only be experienced when in a real battle.
Silently, Ron waited for Hermione to start. But it appeared she was waiting for him to go first. With a cute smirk on her lips, and an admiring smile on his face, they both locked eyes as if not in a duel but an exchange of passion.
"Stupefy!" Hermione made her move.
Ron reacted in an instant, perfectly blocking the attack and countering it at the same time. "Expelliarmus!"
Woosh!
Hermione blocked Ron as well and countered with a Full Body-Bind spell. But just before it struck Ron, he leaped sideways, maintaining his fighting style. While in midair he attacked back with a Jelly-Legs Jinx.
"Aaah!" Hermione fell down. The spell connected.
"Incarcerous!" Hermione's wand waved back just as she was falling.
"Fuck!" Ron fell face first on the floor, his legs got tied by a rope thanks to Hermione's counter. But he was quick to free himself and focus back. Hermione was also quick to fix herself up and stand back up.
Once again they got into a silent stand-off, waiting for the other side to make a move.
"Let's end this, Hermione," Ron replied proudly and took a deep breath. "Stupefy!"
Ron started taking forward steps. He expected Hermione to block his strike, so he continued to move while using Protego to shield himself from her counter. Right after that, he sent a barrage of attacks, a Stinging Jinx right at her face.
"Ugh!" Hermione saved herself from it.
"Stupefy!"
She blocked it.
"Stupefy!"
She barely blocked it.
Ron got so fast with his spells that Hermione began taking steps back. But Ron strode in faster, reducing the distance between them.
"Locomotor Mortis!" Ron shouted and tripped Hermione once again. But just before she could hit the ground, he shot another spell. "Levicorpus!"
"Aaah!"
Hermione suddenly fell back on the floor hard as she got lifted into the air by her ankles. Now, it was late February, so she was just wearing knee-high socks. He couldn't let her black panties be on display for all.
Why did he know the color? That was a matter for later.
Before Hermione could be fully yanked upside down in the air he released her from the spell's effect. But just before she could hit the ground, Ron reached her and caught her in both his arms like a princess.
"Wooohooo!" George hollered.
Other boys whistled, while girls stared daggers. Especially a certain girl who had nothing in common with a flower except her name.
"So, do I win?" Ron asked, keeping Hermione lifted in his arms.
Her face went red in embarrassment from that. But instead of protesting, she let her wand drop to the floor. "Spectacularly."
"That wasn't even my full power," Ron boasted.
"Oh, now that's just snobbery." She scoffed. "Can you put me down now?"
He chuckled and let her down. Though he felt someone's gaze piercing his back, so he avoided looking that way. "That's how you fight! Now, do understand that when you're against the Death Eaters, they will be hitting you with unforgivable curses!"
"Have you used it before?" Seamus asked.
Ron stopped smiling. He didn't know how they'd react, but the rumors were already out there. "I had to… In that forest, it was either us or them. It was my anger… It was the Cruciatus Curse. As for the other one, let's hope we never have to use it."
"That's crazy," Dean Thomas exclaimed. "And that was two versus ten of them? You're probably the best duelist in the school then."
"I was just lucky," Ron replied, being very honest about it.
"One heck of luck that was then," George muttered.
Ron didn't respond back with much enthusiasm. "It was… not much fun."
"Let's end tonight's session." Hermione noticed the mood turning foul and took action quickly. Since they trained secretly at night, they never had much time to spare to begin with. They were to head to bed quickly after returning.
One after another, everyone started leaving. Harry, Ron, and Hermione packed the training dummies that Ron had bought, hiding them to use the next day.
"Ron, what happened?" Harry called his name all of a sudden. "Why are you just standing there?"
Ron woke up from a strange trance and looked over. Harry and Hermione were heading to leave. So he followed them quickly, taking long and calming breaths.
"What are you thinking?" Hermione asked.
"What if I had been hit by the Killing Curse back then?" Ron replied, thinking about his life. Thinking about his luck. What Dean Thomas had said had woken him up to reality. His death warrant would be signed the moment his luck faded away.
Harry patted his shoulder. "But you won, and that's all that matters."
"I guess so," Ron muttered and walked into Gryffindor's common room. It was already silent, so they all went to their dorms quickly.
After a quick change of clothes they all hit their beds. Using magic was physically draining, so the sleep was quick and comforting for almost everyone.
Almost… because at that night someone felt too energized. Too excited and brave, classic Gryffindor behavior. A girl with a goal. A girl with a need to be fulfilled.
Ron was sleeping soundly, unbothered by the moonlight shining in the room. However, that moonlight aided someone slowly creeping in.
Ron couldn't help humming, feeling like even in his dreams, those insatiable girls came up to him one by one. It was an incredible dream, so lifelike, so hot; all his senses were tingling.
Wait… that's not right…
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