Author's Note: I wrote this before Goblet of Fire came out, so I beg pardon if it's not quite up to date. A rather long fanfic follows after Ron wakes up, it's about a field trip. If you want me to post it, please let me know. R/R :)
Ron pulled the crimson Gryffindor Quidditch robe over his head. He grinned at Harry, who was also suiting up. This was the final game of the year, the battle for the Quidditch Cup of Hogwarts, and they were facing their worst enemies: the Slytherins. Ron, the keeper ever since Oliver Wood graduated, felt more than ready to win. He picked up his Thunderbolt, the new broom that was twice as fast as a Firebolt, and walked confidently next to Harry onto the field.
The stands were filled to bursting, everyone shouting and clapping. they joined their teammates who were already on the field, Ron receiving encouraging grins from his twin brothers. They stood poised for Madam Hooch's whistle. Draco Malfoy stood with his team in green robes and sneered threateningly at Ron, who met him snarl for snarl. He'd show Malfoy that you didn't need to be rich to be the best at Quidditch.
The whistle sounded over the crowd's roar. Ron was in the air like a shot, and hovered in front of the three golden hoops at the Gryffindor end, ready to defend. He blocked every shot, not letting one get by. Lee Jordan shouted his spectacular saves to the screaming people in the stands.
Ron had just dodged a Bludger when he spotted the Snitch fluttering below him, weaving in and out between the poles of the hoops. He had to get Harry to notice. He whistled, he gesticulated, he flailed his limbs wildly, but Harry wasn't looking. Malfoy was, though.
Draco had spotted the Snitch. He was urging his Nimbus Two Thousand and One to it's breaking point. Harry had finally caught on, but even though he too was going at breakneck speed, he couldn't beat Draco's head start. It was up to Ron to make sure Malfoy didn't get the Snitch first. He dived down, interposing himself between Malfoy and the little winged ball. Draco careened into him, but he didn't care. He saw Harry get the Snitch. The stands were going wild. Then Ron hit the ground. he hadn't even realized he'd been falling, and the ground wasn't hard at all. It was like landing on a feather bed.
But he didn't have time to marvel at it because his brothers, Fred and George, hoisted him onto their shoulders and carried him to the team where they were all hugging and laughing and weeping. Ron and Harry grinned at each other and slapped hands. Together they accepted the Quidditch Cup from Dumbledore, ans raised it above their heads to show the throng that had rushed the field. Ron saw Hermione's face, stained with tears of joy.
He jumped down and she hugged him, which he returned whole heartedly. He slightly separate to look into her warm brown eyes. He smile, bent his neck down, and kissed her.
SLAP!
Hermione had smacked him across the face...
BANG!
The stands were collapsing and the ground was shaking...
"RON!" Harry was shouting. "Ron, wake up! We're going to be late for breakfast!"
********
Ron sat bolt upright. He was in his bed at Hogwarts. Harry stood beside his bed, looking at once irritated and amused.
"Wha'?" Ron asked groggily.
"You sleep like a rock," Harry observed. "I was shaking you and slapping you, I even had to light a Filibuster firework."
That would explain the last bits, Ron thought as he stretched and yawned, getting out of bed. He sighed gustily, turning his thoughts back to his real life where his was just "Harry Potter's sidekick" and not his friend's equal.
Ron pulled the crimson Gryffindor Quidditch robe over his head. He grinned at Harry, who was also suiting up. This was the final game of the year, the battle for the Quidditch Cup of Hogwarts, and they were facing their worst enemies: the Slytherins. Ron, the keeper ever since Oliver Wood graduated, felt more than ready to win. He picked up his Thunderbolt, the new broom that was twice as fast as a Firebolt, and walked confidently next to Harry onto the field.
The stands were filled to bursting, everyone shouting and clapping. they joined their teammates who were already on the field, Ron receiving encouraging grins from his twin brothers. They stood poised for Madam Hooch's whistle. Draco Malfoy stood with his team in green robes and sneered threateningly at Ron, who met him snarl for snarl. He'd show Malfoy that you didn't need to be rich to be the best at Quidditch.
The whistle sounded over the crowd's roar. Ron was in the air like a shot, and hovered in front of the three golden hoops at the Gryffindor end, ready to defend. He blocked every shot, not letting one get by. Lee Jordan shouted his spectacular saves to the screaming people in the stands.
Ron had just dodged a Bludger when he spotted the Snitch fluttering below him, weaving in and out between the poles of the hoops. He had to get Harry to notice. He whistled, he gesticulated, he flailed his limbs wildly, but Harry wasn't looking. Malfoy was, though.
Draco had spotted the Snitch. He was urging his Nimbus Two Thousand and One to it's breaking point. Harry had finally caught on, but even though he too was going at breakneck speed, he couldn't beat Draco's head start. It was up to Ron to make sure Malfoy didn't get the Snitch first. He dived down, interposing himself between Malfoy and the little winged ball. Draco careened into him, but he didn't care. He saw Harry get the Snitch. The stands were going wild. Then Ron hit the ground. he hadn't even realized he'd been falling, and the ground wasn't hard at all. It was like landing on a feather bed.
But he didn't have time to marvel at it because his brothers, Fred and George, hoisted him onto their shoulders and carried him to the team where they were all hugging and laughing and weeping. Ron and Harry grinned at each other and slapped hands. Together they accepted the Quidditch Cup from Dumbledore, ans raised it above their heads to show the throng that had rushed the field. Ron saw Hermione's face, stained with tears of joy.
He jumped down and she hugged him, which he returned whole heartedly. He slightly separate to look into her warm brown eyes. He smile, bent his neck down, and kissed her.
SLAP!
Hermione had smacked him across the face...
BANG!
The stands were collapsing and the ground was shaking...
"RON!" Harry was shouting. "Ron, wake up! We're going to be late for breakfast!"
********
Ron sat bolt upright. He was in his bed at Hogwarts. Harry stood beside his bed, looking at once irritated and amused.
"Wha'?" Ron asked groggily.
"You sleep like a rock," Harry observed. "I was shaking you and slapping you, I even had to light a Filibuster firework."
That would explain the last bits, Ron thought as he stretched and yawned, getting out of bed. He sighed gustily, turning his thoughts back to his real life where his was just "Harry Potter's sidekick" and not his friend's equal.