Harry Potter Adventures: Chapter 3 – Ron goes Looney

This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, or have any affiliation with the author.

Chapter 3

October had descended on Hogwarts and along came with it the rainy weather, which only dampened Ron’s bad mood even further. Ron’s year so far had been particularly bad. Ron’s grades had so far been terrible, barely scrapping a pass or even failing some subjects. Harry however had been excelling in his subjects, especially potions, which he was somehow getting top grade in, much to Ron’s dismay. Ron had managed to get onto the Quidditch team too, but so far was playing awful, with only Gryffindor’s best player, Harry, often saving Ron’s blushes during practice and matches. Also, rumours were spreading around school that the secret love of his life Hermione, had fucked his best friend Harry. Ron was wanking himself silly 3 times a day to his dirty thoughts of Hermione and here was his best friend actually screwing her. Ron had reached the end of his patience so decided to confront Harry alone, late at night in the library.

‘Harry,’ Ron urgently whispered, tossing aside his Transfiguration homework, which he just could not do, ‘what happened to our pact? From what I hear you’ve been fucking left, right and centre and here’s me not getting anything.’
‘O get over yourself Ron,’ sighed Harry, who was starting to tire of Ron’s constant moaning of the last few weeks, ‘I told you before, Hermione and Cho came onto me, I was just in the right place at the right time.’
‘Bullshit,’ hissed Ron, ‘look at you, getting amazing grades, having sex with beautiful girls and everybody loving you, it’s not fair!’
Harry just looked at his friend. Ron looked a mess; his hair was not styled and starting to overgrow, dark circles had developed under his eyes and he looked paler than usual.
‘Ron, it’s late, I’m tired, you’re tired, just go and get some sleep, I don’t want to argue with you, you’ve not been yourself lately,’ answered Harry.
‘Get lost Harry, just fuck-off!’ and with that Ron roughly pushed aside the table they were sat at, rose and stormed out of the library. It was long past the curfew time to be out in the grounds, but Ron ran out through the doors, heading vaguely towards the Great Lake, only stopping till he reached the lakeside, anger seething through his body.

‘Fucking Harry,’ Ron thought, ‘Fucking Harry, so much better than me at everything, quidditch, the girls, grades, I’ll fucking show him.’ Ron had never been so angry; adrenaline was rushing through his body, giving him a new found strength. Suddenly, Ron saw movement from the corner of his in the bright moonlight. To his confusion, he saw Luna Lovegood, a girl in the year below him who was part of Dumbledore’s Army last year, muttering to herself as she skipped towards the Forbidden Forest.

‘If I’m really really lucky, I might get to see gnarlbats tonight,’ she said merrily, in a joyous high-pitched voice as she continued on to the forest, oblivious to Ron’s presence.