The Fall of a Slug Hero
Fame at Hogwarts was a fragile thing.
One day you were a legend.
The next—karma remembered your address.
For nearly a week, Ron Weasley walked the castle like a conquering hero.
People pointed.
People clapped.
People asked for reenactments.
Someone even tried to get his autograph on a chocolate frog card.
Ron loved every second of it.
Which, unfortunately, meant Draco Malfoy and Marcus Flint hated every second.
Revenge, Slytherin Style
They waited.
They planned.
They sulked in dark corners of the castle, humiliation burning hotter than dragon fire.
And then—
Opportunity.
The corridor near the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy was empty.
No professors.
No Keith.
No Ninetales.
Just Ron.
Draco's eyes glittered.
"Now," he hissed.
Wands snapped up.
"Slugulus Maxima!"
From the front.
Ron gasped.
Before he could even react—
"Slugulus Maxima!"
—from behind.
Time slowed.
Ron froze.
His face went pale.
Then—
"NO—NO—WAIT—!"
It was worse than before.
Much worse.
Slugs.
Front and back.
Simultaneously.
The corridor echoed with screams.
"MAKE IT STOP—!"
Students rounded the corner.
Then stopped.
Then stared.
Then laughed.
Hard.
Someone dropped their books.
A Ravenclaw fainted.
A Hufflepuff second-year whispered,
"…It's symmetrical."
The End of the Legend
Ron ran.
He didn't even try to fight back.
He bolted for the Gryffindor Tower, tears streaming, robes ruined, dignity annihilated.
Neville tried to follow.
Percy pretended not to know him.
By dinner—
Ron Weasley did not appear.
Word spread quickly.
"Slugged from both sides."
"Double-cursed."
"Outplayed."
The nicknames evolved again:
Ronald the ReversibleSir Slugs-a-PlentyThe Boy Who Slipped Too FarRonald Backfire Weasley
Gryffindor morale plummeted.
Gryffindor Dormitory: Damage Control
Behind the portrait of the Fat Lady, Ron sat wrapped in blankets, face buried in his pillow.
"I shouldn't've bragged," he muttered.
Seamus patted his shoulder awkwardly.
Neville offered chocolate.
It did not help.
Ron refused to attend class.
Refused dinner.
Refused everything.
"I'm never going out again," he groaned.
"I'm socially dead."
Elsewhere…
Draco and Flint strutted through the corridors, smug at last.
"Justice," Draco said coolly.
Marcus laughed.
"Balanced."
But not everyone was amused.
Hermione crossed her arms, furious.
"That was cruel."
Keith, hearing the news later, paused mid-step.
"…They used it twice?"
Rias sighed.
Susan frowned.
Helana shook her head.
Keith's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Overconfidence breeds stupidity," he said calmly.
"On both sides."
Somewhere, Ninetales' charm gave a faint tink.
Judgment pending.