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An Unexpected Planet	By : chkokt Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Ron/Lavendar Views: 8850 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N Well this is the last of the set up... the next chapter we venture in to the more sordid world of Hogwarts. Thanks for all the people hanging on for the naughty bits there on the way I promise. If you have enjoyed what you have read please drop me a review. As I am trying to figure out how to write better stories. Remember that the reader is always right when it comes to the entertainment value of a story. (LOL most of the times) Remember next time there be monsters. Please check out my other stories. Peace Chkokt.

Harry Potter: An Unexpected Planet
Chapter 3: Girl Interrupted
Monday was on Hogwarts so fast that it was a total surprise to the entire student body the weekend was over. The previous days’ dawn memories of free time and frolicking were a blur; a surprise to the students who’s constant procrastination led to an elevated sense of coming dread and speeding time. In spite of the extra school workload of a forth year; not counting the Divination homework, which Harry and Ron, both liberally faked, quite expertly under Hermione’s ever watchful nose; they made time to get on the Quidditch pitch. Dressed in their raggedy jeans and their favorite dirty saturday morning pull overs, the boys entered the pitch. Unusually empty they had a free reign over the full field. Neither boy looked a gift horse in the mouth as they mounted their brooms, shot off the grounds and rocketed straight off into the air.
Harry felt at ease as soon as his feet left the ground, while Ron’s sense of dare and courage almost seemed to triple as he took center stage in front of the Gryffindor goal. Harry attacking and Ron defending the played fiercely all morning long.
Ron was quite an impressive goalie. Even though Harry Potter was unstoppable catching the snitch, he was not as infallible when it came to scoring with the quaffle. You wouldn’t have recognized the goof Ron was on the ground; with the player he was in the air. Why hadn’t he tried out for the team? Harry thought knowing Wood was the best goalie Gryffindor had, but Oliver would be leaving soon and they would have to get someone to replace him. Why not Ron? He was a bit of a schmuck at times, Harry smiled, still his mate was as good as anybody else.
Harry never ratted Ron out to Hermione about the “Uranus” joke. Not only would she have turned viscious on Ron, Harry knew that the little witch would have rightfully found a way to connect it to him as well. Harry let that thought sail right out of his mind as he
The fact that Draco had been a right ass hat about Ron’s family that prior friday evening when they met up with Hermione before dinner. Harry with Hermione was trying to hold Ron back from killing the snow capped pillock.The prick Malfoy even had the nerve to try and jinx Harry when his back was turned.
Bang! “Oh no you don’t laddie!” Mad Eye Moody the greatest teacher Hogwarts ever had stepped in and defended Harry and actually attacked a student. It was the greatest bit of transfiguration any of them had ever seen. Malfoy the bouncing white ferret! Moody was not one to be trifled with, as they all enjoyed Malfoy’s comeuppance.
Even after Professor Magonagall admonished a contrite Moody as he continued to bounce the Slytherine weasel to the joy of all watching. Magonagall seized the student/ferret and with a simple twist of her wand she transformed the silver headed snot of a student back into boy again. But the die was cast. Nothing erased the pure adulation everyone felt for Mad Eye. And no one cheered louder than Ron at the fall of his constant nemesis at the hands of his new “Greatest Teacher Ever!”
It was the talk of the weekend, pushed everything else out of their collective minds of the entire school. It was a wonder people remembered anything else, let alone a cheeky joke said by a goofy redheaded fourth year in an all but frivolously forgettable class like divination.
Harry was amazed Hermione remained in the dark about Ron’s little humorous indiscretion. Although the girls’ dormitories were notorious for “sharing information”, especially the cheeky kind somehow this one stayed off the collective radar of informational chatter. Hogwart’s girl’s were third only to its’ boys and teachers in respect to spreading all manner of wanton gossip.
Happily for the both of them, Hermione also remained oblivious about their run in with Lavender and Ron’s subsequent detention; not to mention the added homework which they faked. If Hermione actually knew what they had done, she would have made them do it all over; without magic!
Lavender and Pavarti for their part just ignored them when ever they were in the house common room and the other guys and girls just let the joke go, so Ron and Harry left it that way too.
Until Monday when they both met up with Hermione, later that evening at the portrait of the Fat Lady, ready to head off to dinner. They were their regular selves, Ron silly snipping at Hermione; Hermione sharing studious delights with Harry; Harry jokingly jabbing Ron; it was a vicious circle of normalcy they enjoyed as they exited the portrait frame and went down to the Great Hall.
Once in the Great Hall, the trio joined their classmates and enjoyed another fantastically sumptuous meal with all the extend trimmings. Prepared proudly by Hogwarts house elves. While Hermione respected the work of the elves she had a sensible salad and a bit of skinless chicken. As she watched as her boys yet again almost made themselves sick with all the food they ate. In particularly Ron Weasley. She would have been disgusted had she not spent four years getting used to seeing it already. How could he eat so much and still be so thin? Hermione quietly watched Ron with a warm feeling she wanted to someday share with him. But still every now and again Hermione was surprised at what a ‘pig’ Ron could be.
“Honestly.” Hermione huffed softly, watching Ron, shaking her head. Joining Hermione, Harry too watched as Ron devoured his second portion of spotted dick. It’s custard smeared obscenely all over his face, a little glob of which even made it’s way into his bright red hair, threatening to drip right back in to the food he was eating. Hermione looked around a bit embarrassed by Ron’s spectacle.
Hermione has a very special place in her heart for Ron, she admired so much about the young man, knew he didn’t get nearly enough credit for his bravery, for all that he had accomplished in the shadow of the great Harry Potter. But she would just have to fix that, Hermione thought; help Ron to become the man she knows that was inside of him.
All the other students at the Gryffindor table were too caught up in their own horse play; a few of them were just as piggy as Ronald had been, too busy to be paying any attention to one of their own.
Hermione was relieved, until she caught a glance at Lavender Brown and Pavarti Patil across the banquet table. Both girls were curiously fixated with Ron’s eating habit. Lanverder’s face held a devious smile; while Pavarti had a disgusted look etched on hers. Hermione understood Pavarti’s look whole heartedly. “Ronald Weasley! Thats enough.” She firmly whispered embarrassedly; sounding eerily more like Molly Weasley, Ron’s mom, than even she knew.
Ron leaned over the table rudely stretching to retrieve another plate of the dessert, when he stopped cold, reacting instinctively releasing his hold. Abruptly the prized plate dropped back onto the table, awkarkdly in the vegetable section of the banquet table. His mother voice, Molly Weasley’s stern commanding voice, echoed in his head. Even though Ron knew it was Hermione, it didn’t matter he still felt the mothering fear of all sons’ get when they know they are caught. It irritated him that Hermione, a witch his own age could make that sound like his mom. Ron couldn’t help but think how she’d seem to share a lot of qualities with his Mom; even if no one else caught on to it.
Ron was confused he loved his Mom, how could he feel the same way about Hermione? Why was he always thinking about her, enjoyed when he picked on her, reveled in her rebukes and punishment when he was caught doing wrong like right now. But it was when she was happy that all the world felt right for Ron, he was made unique, and she always noticed him first. But why? Ron thought, did His heart beat an extra thump every time he ever came close to answering that question… every time the anxiety was too great! ‘Leave it.’ He always thought, but someday he would finish that trail of reasoning, someday soon.
“Hermione.” Ron whined as he pined sadly looking at the spotted dick, disappointed as the dessert laid there, cockeyed, off balanced on a plate of cucumbers and tomatoes; surrounded by the vibrant rainbow colors casted off by various other healthy vegetables and fruits. ‘Sacrilege’ he scowled.
Ron would’ve done a third spotted dick, had not an embarrassed Hermione not put her foot down forcing him to put it back. ‘But who was she?’ The greedy boy wizard thought, She wasn’t his mother. Ron rebelliously reached for the desert anyway. ‘She’s not the boss of me!’ Just as he got his fingers on rim of the plate, he heard the plop sound. A sound like the popping of a soap bubble, Ron knew the signal for the ending of the meal period. Desperately Ron tried to lunge with his fingers, grasp the plate but it and all the remaining feast of food disappeared; taking the lone spotted dick with it. Ner’ to return until the next evening.
Ron fell back onto the bench, slumped arms folded sulking like a brat at his missed opportunity. Harry grinned. Hermione sighed. The enchanted sky inside the Great Hall reflected the coming storm clouds that matched the unsatisfied gluttonous mood of the greedy red haired wizard boy.
“Oh Ron, stop it, don’t look so gloomy.” She admonished him. “Plus it’s what you deserve, getting detention— Really? From Trelawney of all the Professors.” Hermione’s contempt for the subject of divination was evident when she stormed out of the same class last year. But even Hermione had to site extenuating circumstances for her educational affront; being heavily stressed by the side effects of the time-turner; totally exhausted she snapped. But her support of all teachers’, even Trelawney, was unwavering and always would be.
“Its just washing some cups, its not like you got lines or anything so bad.” Harry said trying to steer the conversation away from the reason how Ron arrived in detention.
Ron in his gluttonous rampage had let it slip about having to serve detention tonight. During his world wind round of food consumption, he rambled on with a mouth full of food about having to got to North Tower to serve out his detention, “What…” Chomp, chomp, “…a waste…” chomp, slurp, chomp, “…of rubbishy time.” Never missing a beat shoveling spoons full of food in his already over stuffed mouth. Hermione was practiced understanding Ron at all times, and she heard him this time too. Hermione was getting started when Ron begged her to at least let him enjoy his last meal before he went to the gallows. She relented. Harry was relieved, still he noted how Ron got dumb around food! Harry suspected, almost as dumb as he got around his other favorite subject. Harry tried to help Ron, too minimize his boy’s damage by attempting to bring the subject to a rapid close.
Ron was all kinds of slow, Harry blamed it on the food.
“Easy for you maybe Harry, you’re used to Muggle cleaning methods, being raised muggle and all. Blimey! It’ll take me days to get them all done I mean she uses those bloody things in every class. Seriously Hermione, do you know how many cups, that oversized owl-eyed bitty’s got… Owwww!”
The whack in the face with a soaked napkin, startled Ron more than it stung him. The wet napkin fell from his face with a limp splat on to the table top in front of him, the disappeared with the all too familiar soap bubble plop as the proud house elves magically cleaned up instantly.
Only the resulting sting left reminded Ron definitively that his bushy haired girl, friend, Hermione was still there, listening. Still, he secretly enjoyed the welt she gave him.
Harry was shocked too, rarely did Hermione get physical but when she did… “Ronald!” she said.
Hermione chastised Ron, again mother like. “Thats not nice! Trelawney has bad vision, its a natural condition she can’t help that. Besides if you were paying closer attention, like you should have been doing in the first place, instead of acting out in class; I’m sure you wouldn’t have gotten detention in the first place.” The witch finished matter-of-factly.
Ron mumbled something under his breath, something Harry suspected had to do with her own exit from said divination class last year. But Hermione quelled that tact with a look. Humbled, rightfully so, Ron changed direction.
“Come on, Hermione. You remember how hard it is paying attention in divination; let alone trying to keep from falling a sleep! A bloke’s gotta do something to stay awake.” In an overtly exaggerated way Ron rubbed the small welt on his cheek, vividly red against his pale white skin. Hermione wasn’t fooled. Nor was Harry as he snickered trying not to be noticed by the properly bushy haired witch.
“Well, you must have been very disruptive if Professor Trelawney gave only you detention Ron, and not the others. Come to think of it— ” Hermione paused. She furrowed her brow as she searched her vast memories. A dangerous act that didn’t escape the boys. “ …I don’t think I’ve ever heard of Professor Trelawney giving anyone detention before?”
As the young witch rifled through her ever impressive memory; both Harry and Ron got very nervous. It never boded well whenever Hermione Granger’s curiosity got piqued. Like a little bull terrier she wouldn’t let a subject go until everything made logical sense or she was earnestly distracted.
Both guys knew it was virtually impossible to do either. But Harry, could feel Ron’s panic starting to ooze out of him, Harry had no choice, he took a stab at it.
“Just be lucky mate, Trelawney didn’t transfigure you into something like a bug-eyed dung beetle; or a little red haired ferret. Like the white haired one Moody turned that git Malfoy into.” That did it!
Hermione turned her full ‘Hermione glare’ on Harry, forgetting her line of thought, her shock was obvious. He flushed under the glare. But Harry stayed true to his act of contrition, stayed in character.
“Harry James Potter! That was awful. Moody shouldn’t have…” The curt witch started. By the look on Hermione’s face he beamed internally knowing it worked. Hermione didn’t hit Harry with a wet rag to emphasize her point, not like she did Ron; she reserved her physical acts only for her true love. But she really did cower him with her look of outrage. “… He could have really hurt Draco like that. You heard Professor McGonagall she was going to talk to Dumbledore about it. I can’t believe he would let something as serious as that go by. I mean honestly a teacher using magic that powerful against a student no less… ”
“Admit it Hermione—“ Ron swooped in, interrupting her righteous rant, with his most convincing sing-song voice, sliding intimately closer to her, “ It felt goooooood to see Malfoy, the bouncing white ferret, dancing in the air like that.” She stiffened erect with surprise. Shoulder to shoulder he leaned on her, his head resting on her cheek, almost whispering in her ear conspiratorially; assisting Harry in his attempted distraction. Drawing out the more selfish nature of the young witch as only he was ever able to do.
Startled at the closeness of her crush, Hermione’s heart silently caught up and refused to beat. Her practiced mask of indifference toward him started slipping. Embarrassed and comforted, Hermione was paralyzed with girlish glee.
Harry loved when Ron just knew what to do, and did it… They were a perfect team, like Padfoot and Prongs before them.
Hermione serious continence slowly melted under the boys’ twin willful smiles. Finally it cracked under the memories of last Friday’s run in with the pompous Slytherin student. Hermione shyly looked up giving in and covered her smile and laughed. The mischievous twinkle in Hermione’s bountiful brown eye coupled with her giddy laugh was so infectious; that just as easily Ron and Harry were drawn in too… Ron a bit more so than Harry. They joined her heartily laughing, the trio unity restored.
Mission accomplished. The boy wizards acknowledged with a nod to each other when Hermione looked away.
They didn’t know how Hermione hadn’t heared about the “Uranus” incident. Hogwarts was always a buzz with classroom gossip and this was pretty cheeky even for any Weasley, let alone Ron. But they weren’t looking a gift horse in the mouth. As soon as Ron got that damn detention over with the faster whole incident would fade into the infamous annals of Hogwarts history. Hermione need never know. If she ever found out about it, it would’ve been long since over, the statutes of limitation would have expired. Or so they thought at the time. Kids, they never see the projected future consequences of their present actions.
The supper crowd satiated, now that all the food was gone all started to slowly mill out of the Great Halls for parts and places unknown.
Harry noticed Pavarti hanging out by the pillars. What is with these girls and pillars? He thought. She was staring hatefully at Ron. ‘Man she was still mad? Its been three days. Why couldn’t she let it go.’ Harry thought, hoping Pavarti would simply get tired and leave before anyone noticed; particularly Hermione.
Nope, no such luck.
“What’s up with Pavarti? She has been staring at you and Ron all evening long like she wanted to kill you guys or something.” Hermione said pulling all of their attention to the raven haired little witch girl, with the long thick braid, by the pillar; as the trio queued up to leave the Great Hall along side everybody else.
Ron’s stomach sunk as he saw Pavarti, taking him back instantly to friday morning’s class and his fateful joke. He had thought he was free, thought he was getting away with it.
Harry and Ron exchanged looks, as Hermione continued. “As I think about it Lavender Brown was staring holes in the two of you as well during dinner. Why do you think they…?”
“Ron! You better get going to detention before it gets too late and you get yourself into deeper trouble.” Harry feinted looking at his watch, as he shooed Ron off with a ‘get going’ upward chin nod. Simultaneously, drawing Hermione’s attention away from the departing wizard and the witch at the pillar. Harry stepped in between Hermione’s view of Pavarti as he moved them through the Great Hall’s exit.
“Hemione, you know how overly protective Lavender and Parvarti are about their divination studies, especially when it comes to Professor Trelawney. There’s no way they’re going to let Ron off the hook that easy not with out witnessing him getting his punishment for themselves.”
As Hermione looked around Harry, who turned looking back like Ron had, to watch Pavarti; as she noticed them; noticing her. Then with ease Pavarti slipped behind the pillar in a curious spy like fashion. Which they would have all thought funny, if it weren’t for the weirdness of it all. Hermione tilted here head at Pavarti’s oddness, but she could understand the need to bearing witness to justice being served. That was so Hermione like.
While Harry, at the same time seized the moment of her distraction to gut check Ron hard with an elbow, reminding the slow boy wizard to get the hell out of here. Harry sighed frustrated. Thick as Ron was, bits of pain always seemed to get through to him. That might explain why the plucky little witch, Hermione became accustomed to always hitting Ron so much. Harry was no fool, he suspected another reason entirely as the cause for the young witch’s constant physical contact with his best mate.
Smoothly, Ron slipped off silently down the main hall.
“You must have really caused some kind of a commotion, Ron, for them to still be so mad after an entire weekend. What was it you did again…?” She trailed off as she turned to catch a glimpse of Ron’s backside going around the corner corridor, heading for the exit to North Tower, on to divination class and detention. “Hey… Ron! Wait… ” too late she called out.
“He’s… he’s was running late, Hermione, you know Ron.” Harry chuckled weakly, hoping she would take the lame bait. And again to his surprise, Hermione did. As Hermione went off about how much of a better wizard Ron would be, if he could just stop playing around, get focused and apply himself. Harry just nodded and gave the blank ah-ha’s, and uh-hums, that kept her feeding her rant, giving his bud a solid chance at getting away.
But something about Pavarti actions didn’t sit right with Harry, distracted him so he missed the thread of Hermione’s conversation. When Harry turned, glanced back to the pillar she’d been standing at. Pavarti stepped out from behind the column, like a spectral ghost; cutting her dark brown eyes ominously at Harry. His wizard’s heart caught, scared. Before returning to normal as Harry watched as the baleful black braided witch fold into the torrent of kids exiting through the grand doors of the Great Hall. Hermione never saw Pavarti when she joined him, looking back to the pillar. Pavarti was well swallowed up in the streaming crowd of cloaks and cowls by then. But for Harry her ominous presence lingered still. Strange.
Harry pulled Hermione as he waded them into the cacophony of children heading for their various house common rooms’, empty classes or other wayward places about Hogwart’s castle at night.
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