AN: This is dedicated to my lovely fellow Cannons in the Quidditch League.
This is my first time writing Ron, so any feedback would be greatly appreciated.
Ron couldn't believe it; he'd only gone and made it onto his favourite quidditch team – The Chudley Cannons! He couldn't help but smile as he remembered back to his days at Hogwarts. He thought about how nervous he'd been before his first match and how Harry had tricked him into thinking there was Liquid Luck in his drink. The nerves were way worse today, but Ron knew he could pull it off.
As he made his way onto the pitch with his team, he heard the familiar chant of "Weasley is our king" coming from where his friends and family stood in the stands. He laughed as he waved to them before taking off and coming to a stop in front of the goals. He couldn't imagine how pissed off the Slytherins would be if they knew their chant was inspiring him in professional quidditch and they got none of the credit.
The match went on and Ron saved almost every attempt on goal. He spotted their seeker racing head to head with the seeker from the Bats; obviously they'd spotted the snitch. The Bats keeper wasn't quite as good as him and the score was 120 – 50 to the Cannons. This would determine who won the match. Ron noticed the Bats head chaser coming towards him, quaffle in hand and refocused his attention on the match. He caught the ball with a surprising amount of grace for him, before throwing it to his captain. He heard his friends chant start up around the ground; the rest of the crowd had caught on and had joined in.
Not too long after, the stands became deathly silent; the two seekers had crashed racing for the snitch. Everyone's attention turned to them. The team was so focused on the pair that their chaser actually dropped the quaffle.
The stands erupted in a roar of orange as the Cannons seeker stood up, snitch in hand.
After the match, Ron met his friends in the local pub. The team had decided to celebrate after winning their first match of the season. Ron was just about to suggest they head back to the burrow as it was getting a little too rowdy when a female figure approached their table. He recognised the figure as Hannah Abbott, and recalled that he'd had a crush on her at school. The pair got talking and agreed to meet up in the week, somewhere a little quieter. Things were certainly looking up for Ron.