A/N: Hey you guys! Now that I finally got through thinking out my story so that I'm not going to be just aimlessly penning (much like I am now) the thing is in the works. Well, here it is!

Disclaimer: People, seriously, I WISH I could have written something as totally awesome as Harry Potter. But sadly, I didn't. So the next best thing is to be a really big fan, right? Haha, well I've got that part down. So anyways, the plot of this short story is mine but the characters, settings, etc. belong to J.K. Rowling. And now that we got that all cleared up, I am done boring you with my vagabond rambling. Enjoy my story!

Chapter 1: An Early Quidditch Session

"Ron…" Harry began shaking Ron violently, but all he got in reply was a snore. "Ron! RON!"

Harry shrugged and scrambled up on top of Ron's four-poster bed.

"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!" Harry chanted as he jumped up and down on Ron's bed.

Ron rolled over. "Mate, I'm trying to sleep," he mumbled through his yawn.

"Oh, come on, Sleeping Beauty! It's time to wake up," Harry said as he threw the covers off of Ron's bed. "We are going to go and run some new plays I made over the summer so that we can be ready for the new quidditch season." Ron stared at Harry, cocked an eyebrow, and then turned to look at the clock on his bedside table.

"Harry, it's 6:30!" He yelled, waving the clock in the air in front of Harry's face.

"I know," Harry responded as he went to search Ron's trunk to find Ron something to wear.

"In the morning…" Ron whimpered as he ducked a sweater Harry had thrown.

"Uh huh," Harry responded, not paying attention.

"On Saturday!" Ron squealed.

"Yup!" Harry turned happily and tossed some clothes at Ron's face. "Now get dressed so we can go!"

"Shouldn't we do this at a time when we are like...I don't know…awake?"

"Well, if we go now, we can get there before the Slytherins do. And since we are leaving early, we'll have more time to practice!" Harry finished with a wistful smile on his face.

"You are so strange sometimes," Ron sighed as he threw a pillow at Harry's face before lying back down.

"I know," Harry was silent for a moment and then all of the sudden screamed, "NOW GET UP!" and began attacking Ron with the pillow.

"Ugh…"

"Well that was a productive session. You and I got through most of my plays, and the other ones we can go over during practice. So, you wanna go grab some breakfast? It's only 8," Harry asked as he pulled his quidditch robes over his head.

"Sounds great to me. I'm starving," Ron replied. "Hey, do you think Hermione will be there this early?" He sat down on one of the benches in the locker room to tie his shoe.

"Probably. Why?" Harry asked curiously as he turned to face Ron.

"Just wondering," Ron murmured.

"Ron, are you ever going to tell her?"

"Tell her what?" Ron asked slowly, lifting his face to look at Harry.

"Ron. I'm not stupid," Harry said, trying not to laugh.

"Well apparently I am because I have no clue what you are talking about," Ron stated, feigning confusion.

"I know you like her," Harry retorted with a smug expression.

"W-What…I…uh…err…" Ron stuttered as he searched for words.

And with that, Harry closed his locker, walked over to Ron, patted him on his back, said, "Well, see you at breakfast, mate," and walked out of the locker room, leaving Ron standing by himself with his mouth open.

A/N: Well hope you guys liked it! I'll be posting Chapter 2 soon! Now click the pretty little button that says 'Go' on it, and review! Thanks a bunch!