Ron's Underpants

Floating naked, except for his quidditch boxers, outside Professor McGonagall's office window was Ronald Weasley. It was a sunny day, but there was a chill wind so his skin was covered in goose-pimples.

His embarrassment grew with every cruel taunt the crowd of Slytherins below threw at him, until his face shone scarlet from ear to ear.

The group had taken to calling themselves "Malfoy's junior Death Eaters." They had only one objective: to make Harry and his two closest friends' lives a living hell. Unfortunately Ron was included in this category, and so here he was!

How humiliating! he thought while trying to remember the jinxes Harry and Hermione had taught him.

Imagine being held up here by a bloody Malfoy!

Draco began spinning him round and round while the rest of the group threw, what appeared to Ron to be, mice in old socks.

Ron hit Crabbe with an expanding jinx.

"Is that the best you've got?" laughed Draco as he began spinning Ron faster.

Just at that moment Ron spotted Harry and Hermione walking down the steps. They were complaining loudly about Snape holding them back for dropping vanishing potion into Draco Malfoy's Polyjuice.

"Harry!" Ron shouted.

Everyone turned to look at Harry and Hermione (by now there was quite a substantial crowd of on lookers).

Hermione gasped, Harry's blood began to boil.

"Stop that now Malfoy!" yelled Harry

"What are Potty and the Mudblood going to do about it?" coaxed Draco Malfoy with glee.

All the Slytherins pointed their wands at them, except Draco who was busy making sure that Ron spun faster and faster.

Hermione gave him a withering look.

"Draco, if you were any more of a dick the only clothes you'd be able to wear would be of the latex variety!"

"Ooooooooh" chorused the rest of the Slytherins amazed by Hermione's use of language.

"My! Granger," said Malfoy impressed, "I didn't know you had it in you!"

"What's going on here?" demanded Professor Sprout heading over from her greenhouse.

"Draco Malfoy, release Weasley at once!"

Draco looked at Ron with a loathing topped only by his loathing of Harry. He turned back to Professor Sprout.

"As you wish." He smirked.

Ron pelted towards the ground at break-neck speed. He landed with a thud on top of a pile of on-lookers.

"Gerroff!" exclaimed Ginny, who was one of them.

The Slytherins melted into the crowd and Draco was left with Professor Sprout.

"50 points from Slytherin," she said, "and a week's worth of detention!"

Draco looked crest fallen. Hermione laughed.

"And Miss Granger, for you're shocking use of language you shall join Mr Malfoy in detention!"

"But Miss..." Hermione protested,

"No 'buts' Miss Granger, now run along."

"See you in detention!" whispered Draco as he stalked past.

For some reason his voice sent a pleasant chill up Hermione's spine. She could have sworn he smiled at her. She said little on the walk back to the school building. Her head was spinning.

Why couldn't she wait for tomorrow's detention?