100 Ways to Kill a Weasley
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
93
Views:
41,776
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236
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
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Death by Chocolate ... Frog
Death by Chocolate … Frog
The post-death of Voldemort euphoria invaded every nook and cranny of the wizarding world. In the Great Hall at Hogwarts, the jubilation coupled with great grief for the fallen as the elves once more began to send up meal-laden tables for the survivors, putting together every morsel they could find to offer those who had not succumbed to the Death Eaters.
The Golden Trio once again found themselves at Gryffindor’s table, Harry sitting closely to Ginny, staring a bit morosely at the feast spread before him. Hermione sat across from Ron, staring in gape-jawed amazement as the youngest Weasley male inhaled practically everything he could reach.
“Ron, slow down. You’re going to choke,” she chided him sharply.
He only mumbled in reply. The adults sat separately at the staff table, talking quietly amongst themselves as the youth jubilantly rebounded in grand fashion: laughing, shrieking and feasting.
“Brilliant!” exclaimed Ron as a whole bowl of confections appeared. “Chocolate Frogs!”
He quickly snatched one, opened the package, and shoved the whole thing into his wide mouth, swallowing it whole with a look of sheer bliss crossing his freckled face.
“Ronald!” yelled Hermione. “It didn’t …”
Hermione’s rant ended abruptly as Ron turned pasty-white, then blue, clutching his throat, eyes wide in absolute panic.
“Jump yet!” Harry bellowed, lurching to his feet, nearly knocking Ginny backwards.
Ronald Bilius Weasley fell over and off the bench. His parents came running, followed by Minerva, Poppy Pomfrey and the recently reappeared Professor Snape.
Hermione immediately attempted CPR, to no avail, as the chocolate melted slowly, clearing the young man’s airway ever too gradually. She inched away to make room for the overwrought Molly Weasley to once again clutch another lifeless son to her bosom.
Snape folded his arms over his chest in consternation, whispering only for his colleagues to hear.
“Pity. They only have one good jump in them, you know.”
The post-death of Voldemort euphoria invaded every nook and cranny of the wizarding world. In the Great Hall at Hogwarts, the jubilation coupled with great grief for the fallen as the elves once more began to send up meal-laden tables for the survivors, putting together every morsel they could find to offer those who had not succumbed to the Death Eaters.
The Golden Trio once again found themselves at Gryffindor’s table, Harry sitting closely to Ginny, staring a bit morosely at the feast spread before him. Hermione sat across from Ron, staring in gape-jawed amazement as the youngest Weasley male inhaled practically everything he could reach.
“Ron, slow down. You’re going to choke,” she chided him sharply.
He only mumbled in reply. The adults sat separately at the staff table, talking quietly amongst themselves as the youth jubilantly rebounded in grand fashion: laughing, shrieking and feasting.
“Brilliant!” exclaimed Ron as a whole bowl of confections appeared. “Chocolate Frogs!”
He quickly snatched one, opened the package, and shoved the whole thing into his wide mouth, swallowing it whole with a look of sheer bliss crossing his freckled face.
“Ronald!” yelled Hermione. “It didn’t …”
Hermione’s rant ended abruptly as Ron turned pasty-white, then blue, clutching his throat, eyes wide in absolute panic.
“Jump yet!” Harry bellowed, lurching to his feet, nearly knocking Ginny backwards.
Ronald Bilius Weasley fell over and off the bench. His parents came running, followed by Minerva, Poppy Pomfrey and the recently reappeared Professor Snape.
Hermione immediately attempted CPR, to no avail, as the chocolate melted slowly, clearing the young man’s airway ever too gradually. She inched away to make room for the overwrought Molly Weasley to once again clutch another lifeless son to her bosom.
Snape folded his arms over his chest in consternation, whispering only for his colleagues to hear.
“Pity. They only have one good jump in them, you know.”