Title: Insides
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Ron Weasley
Word Count: 188
Author's Notes: Mooore
His insides were on fire.
He couldn't remember feeling this sick since Fred dared him to drink some of the magical cleaning liquid their mother kept in the cabinet, and while he had thrown up quite a lot then he had certainly not been throwing up slugs.
It was his own fault- his wand was broken, he should have realized it wouldn't work quite the way he expected it to. But he hadn't been thinking of that. He'd been thinking of how angry he was, because how dare Malfoy call her that, call her a mudblood. Sure, she was a pain and a bushy-haired know-it-all, but she was still smart and had more magical skill than any pure-blooded witches or wizards in their year.
And besides all of that, what was perhaps most important was the fact that she was… his friend. And he wasn't going to let Malfoy talk to her like that. So as the jeers of the Slytherin Quidditch team followed them off the pitch, Ron couldn't help but feel glad, if only because he had succeeded in having them bully him instead of her.