pretty girl diggory- R.Weasley

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        "We need to get to our detention, Ron." Celeste says,getting up. Though they didn't get far, since Draco and his "friends" came over.

     "Having your last meal, Potter? When are you getting the train back to the muggles?"

   "You're a lot braver now that you're back on the ground and you've got your little friends with you." Harry days cooly.

   "I'd take you on anytime on my own, Tonight, if you want. Wizards duel. Wanda only— no contact. What's the matter? Never heard of a wizards duel before, I suppose?"

       "Of course he has," Ron says, turning around. " I'm his second, who's yours."

     "Celeste. Midnight alright? We'll meet you in the trophy room; that's always unlocked." Draco says, then turning and walking off.

"I never agreed to that!" Celeste calls after him.

    "What is a wizards duel? And what do you mean you're my second?" Harry asks.

    "Well, a seconds there to take over if you die." Ron says casually.

  "But people only die in proper duels, you know, with real wizards. The most you and Malfoy will be able to do is  send sparks at each other. Neither of you knows enough magic to do any real magic. I bet he expected you to refuse, anyway." Celeste finishes. "Now come on Ron, we've got to go!" Celeste grabs Rons hand and leads him to the dungeons.

      "I just don't understand why we have to do detention with him!" Ron groans as they get to Professor Snapes classe room.

      "You will be cleaning the table's till they are sparkling. Give me your wands. You'll get them back once you're done." Snape says, his voice dull as ever.

      They hand over their wands, annoyed and Snape leaves, locking the door.

    "I suppose you don't have a spell that could clean for us?" Ron asks.

     "No, I guess we have to do it the muggle way." Celeste chuckled. "Now I don't particularly want to stay in Snapes classroom for longer than we need to be, so we should start." And so they did. It took almost 3 hours to clean the tables, as if they had not been cleaned for years.

    It's almost 11:30 now, should we just go to the trophy room?" Ron asks after they get their wands back.

     "I suppose. Though I don't think Draco will show." And once again, she was correct. Draco did not show, though Harry, Hermione, and Neville. "What are they doing here!" Celeste snapped.

  "Oh god, a Slytherin!" Neville says fearfully.

     "Oh shut it! I'm here because of my friends, and I'm more brave than you have ever been!" Celeste whispers.

    "Sniff around, my sweet, they might be lurking in a corner." Filch says to Mrs. Norris a room away.

  As quickly as possible, the four of them follow Harry towards the door.

    "They're in here somewhere, probably hiding." Mr Filch mutters

     "This way" Harry mouths to the others, who follow him down a long gallery full of suits of armor. They could head Filch getting close. Neville suddenly let out a squeak and broke out into a run. He tripped, grabbed Ron by the waist, and the pair fell into a suit of armor.

    "RUN!" Harry yelled, and the five of them sprinted down the gallery, not looking back to see if Filch was following. Harry in the lead, they took twist and turns without any clue on where they were going. They dipped through a tapestry and found themselves in a hidden passage way, hurtled along it and came out near the Charms room, which was miles away from the trophy room.