100 Ways to Kill a Weasley
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A Holiday Gone Bad
A/N I’m sorry, I’m sorry, this was a plot were-rabbit. It stalked me while innocently reading something smutty and totally unrelated to Ron Weasley, it posessed me and this is the result. Sorry if the grammar is lousy at times, the compulsion to post was too strong.
Hermione was busy packing. She hummed happily to herself as she rummaged through her closet and picked clothes for a weekend trip. She was going to visit her old friend Viktor Krum in Bulgaria. Of course, she was going together with Ron; they had been a couple for almost two years.
She was a little surprised when Ron didn’t pout about the trip, as he was very jealous of most of her male friends, except Harry. Contrary to her expectations, Ron nearly jumped with enthusiasm, muttering something about learning new Quidditch moves.
What Hermione didn’t know was that Ron was jealous all right, he just wasn’t jealous of Krum. He was jealous of another man, who seemed to be a part of Hermione’s life on daily basis-their ex-Professor Severus Snape, the snarkiest man to have walked this Earth.
Hermione worked in the Ministry of Magic as a researcher and developer in the joint field of Charms and Potions. Snape was a freelance consultant in the same department. For about a month they had been working together on some top-secret project that had them stay in the Ministry labs long after working hours.
Ron had noticed the covert glances Snape was throwing at his girlfriend and he didn’t like them one bit. Even less did he like the glazed look in Hermione’s eyes when the greasy git explained some obscure theory in potion making that made Ron’s head hurt. So when he saw an opportunity to take her away for some time and go to romantic places with her, he grabbed the chance with both hands. He knew Victor was not a threat, the last time the Bulgarian visited they had had a hearty talk over a bottle of Firewhiskey and Krum told him how Hermione was like a little sister to him and he was glad to see her happy with Ron.
Hermione and Ron apparated and found themselves in a big front yard with flowers and a swing. The house was small but beautiful, almost rustic . . . not what one would expect from a world-famous Quidditch star. Victor sprinted out of the front door and hugged Hermione tightly, twirling her around several times. Then he put her down and shook hands with Ron.
“I am so glad to see you both! Come on, I will show you to your room, you can settle in and then we can go to a pub and get properly shit-faced.”
Hermione and Ron grinned and followed their host in the house. After he had spent several years in different club teams around Europe, his English was almost flawless.
In an hour, the trio found themselves in a nice pub, eating local food and drinking something called “rakia”. Victor explained that it was more or less a national drink, distilled from grapes.
Hermione found it mellower than Firewhiskey, but she was careful because alcohol didn’t agree with her in large quantities. After several rounds, Ron was quite tipsy. He could hold his liquor in most cases, but Victor supposed it was the foreign drink. He himself looked fresh as a cucumber and he smirked as his friend slightly slurred his speech. Hermione shook her head in quiet amusement.
They left the pub and Ron stumbled on the exit, almost falling facedown on the sidewalk. Victor caught him by the arm and set him straight. He saw Ron scowl in embarrassment and slapped him on the back.
“Don’t fret, my friend. The drink is strong and goes quickly to your head. Don’t look at me, I share a bottle with my dad quite often, and we make our own, stronger than what we drank in the pub. ”
They decided to take a walk; the summer air was warm and inviting. Despite the late hour, the streets were full of people. Victor led them to a big square with a beautiful fountain in the middle. There were little lights on the bottom, illuminating the water and creating an almost magical effect. They all sat on the edge of the fountain, refreshed by the small droplets of water that the wind blew around.
Ron moaned and held his head in his hands.
“Mate, you are plain evil. How could you let me drink so much of that vile concoction! Aargh, the world is spinning. I am going to dip my head in the pool, hope it sobers me up a bit.”
In the moment Ron’s hands touched the water, he stiffened and began to shake. Hermione realized something was wrong and reached for him, but she pulled her hand back as a huge spark shot from his body and frizzed her hair. She was dumbfounded for a moment and then it hit her.
“Victor, the lights! There is a loose wire somewhere, it’s electric shock!”
Victor realized she was right, he drew out his wand and summoned Ron away from the fountain. With another swish he obliviated the horrified bystanders and Apparated away with Ron and Hermione.
The Healers at Saint Mungo’s were pretty helpless; they had hardly dealt with electricity before. Ron’s heart had stopped the second he was hit with the high voltage current and the damage to his nerves and muscles was too great. All the healers could do was record a time of death and leave Hermione crying in her friend’s arms.
Minutes later, Mr. And Ms. Weasley together with Snape rushed through the doors. Hermione looked at them, shook her head and started sobbing again. Molly went pale and clutched Arthur’s hand, while Victor tried to explain what had happened to their son. Meanwhile Severus sat next to Hermione and spoke in a low voice.
“I am truly sorry, Hermione. Molly flooed me, because she thought I could brew a potion to help him, but I know electric shock of such magnitude is almost always fatal. I wish I could help.”
Hermione looked at him and tried to smile.
“Thank you, Severus, I know. It is just so ridiculous…”
She broke into another fit of sobs and lunged at him, grasping his coat and holding him in a death grip. Severus hugged her back and stroked her hair, contemplating the fact that it took Weasley’s death by a weird Muggle device to place Hermione where he wanted her-in his arms.
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A/N again: Just for info, the drink rakia is real (and good!) and the square with the fountain is real. I live in Bulgaria, so I am an authority on both.*wink*
Hermione was busy packing. She hummed happily to herself as she rummaged through her closet and picked clothes for a weekend trip. She was going to visit her old friend Viktor Krum in Bulgaria. Of course, she was going together with Ron; they had been a couple for almost two years.
She was a little surprised when Ron didn’t pout about the trip, as he was very jealous of most of her male friends, except Harry. Contrary to her expectations, Ron nearly jumped with enthusiasm, muttering something about learning new Quidditch moves.
What Hermione didn’t know was that Ron was jealous all right, he just wasn’t jealous of Krum. He was jealous of another man, who seemed to be a part of Hermione’s life on daily basis-their ex-Professor Severus Snape, the snarkiest man to have walked this Earth.
Hermione worked in the Ministry of Magic as a researcher and developer in the joint field of Charms and Potions. Snape was a freelance consultant in the same department. For about a month they had been working together on some top-secret project that had them stay in the Ministry labs long after working hours.
Ron had noticed the covert glances Snape was throwing at his girlfriend and he didn’t like them one bit. Even less did he like the glazed look in Hermione’s eyes when the greasy git explained some obscure theory in potion making that made Ron’s head hurt. So when he saw an opportunity to take her away for some time and go to romantic places with her, he grabbed the chance with both hands. He knew Victor was not a threat, the last time the Bulgarian visited they had had a hearty talk over a bottle of Firewhiskey and Krum told him how Hermione was like a little sister to him and he was glad to see her happy with Ron.
Hermione and Ron apparated and found themselves in a big front yard with flowers and a swing. The house was small but beautiful, almost rustic . . . not what one would expect from a world-famous Quidditch star. Victor sprinted out of the front door and hugged Hermione tightly, twirling her around several times. Then he put her down and shook hands with Ron.
“I am so glad to see you both! Come on, I will show you to your room, you can settle in and then we can go to a pub and get properly shit-faced.”
Hermione and Ron grinned and followed their host in the house. After he had spent several years in different club teams around Europe, his English was almost flawless.
In an hour, the trio found themselves in a nice pub, eating local food and drinking something called “rakia”. Victor explained that it was more or less a national drink, distilled from grapes.
Hermione found it mellower than Firewhiskey, but she was careful because alcohol didn’t agree with her in large quantities. After several rounds, Ron was quite tipsy. He could hold his liquor in most cases, but Victor supposed it was the foreign drink. He himself looked fresh as a cucumber and he smirked as his friend slightly slurred his speech. Hermione shook her head in quiet amusement.
They left the pub and Ron stumbled on the exit, almost falling facedown on the sidewalk. Victor caught him by the arm and set him straight. He saw Ron scowl in embarrassment and slapped him on the back.
“Don’t fret, my friend. The drink is strong and goes quickly to your head. Don’t look at me, I share a bottle with my dad quite often, and we make our own, stronger than what we drank in the pub. ”
They decided to take a walk; the summer air was warm and inviting. Despite the late hour, the streets were full of people. Victor led them to a big square with a beautiful fountain in the middle. There were little lights on the bottom, illuminating the water and creating an almost magical effect. They all sat on the edge of the fountain, refreshed by the small droplets of water that the wind blew around.
Ron moaned and held his head in his hands.
“Mate, you are plain evil. How could you let me drink so much of that vile concoction! Aargh, the world is spinning. I am going to dip my head in the pool, hope it sobers me up a bit.”
In the moment Ron’s hands touched the water, he stiffened and began to shake. Hermione realized something was wrong and reached for him, but she pulled her hand back as a huge spark shot from his body and frizzed her hair. She was dumbfounded for a moment and then it hit her.
“Victor, the lights! There is a loose wire somewhere, it’s electric shock!”
Victor realized she was right, he drew out his wand and summoned Ron away from the fountain. With another swish he obliviated the horrified bystanders and Apparated away with Ron and Hermione.
The Healers at Saint Mungo’s were pretty helpless; they had hardly dealt with electricity before. Ron’s heart had stopped the second he was hit with the high voltage current and the damage to his nerves and muscles was too great. All the healers could do was record a time of death and leave Hermione crying in her friend’s arms.
Minutes later, Mr. And Ms. Weasley together with Snape rushed through the doors. Hermione looked at them, shook her head and started sobbing again. Molly went pale and clutched Arthur’s hand, while Victor tried to explain what had happened to their son. Meanwhile Severus sat next to Hermione and spoke in a low voice.
“I am truly sorry, Hermione. Molly flooed me, because she thought I could brew a potion to help him, but I know electric shock of such magnitude is almost always fatal. I wish I could help.”
Hermione looked at him and tried to smile.
“Thank you, Severus, I know. It is just so ridiculous…”
She broke into another fit of sobs and lunged at him, grasping his coat and holding him in a death grip. Severus hugged her back and stroked her hair, contemplating the fact that it took Weasley’s death by a weird Muggle device to place Hermione where he wanted her-in his arms.
* * *
A/N again: Just for info, the drink rakia is real (and good!) and the square with the fountain is real. I live in Bulgaria, so I am an authority on both.*wink*