If I Could Turn Back Time

Disclaimer: Yeah, own nothing. The characters are all JK Rowling and maybe Warner Bros (??). Only the plot is mine-that you can't touch!

A/n-w00t! First chapter in a new story, so exciting! This is pretty much a test run to see how well it does here before moving it to fictionalley.org so feel free to give any CONSTRUCTIVE criticism! Also, looking for a beta reader, so anyone that would be up for the job, email me or say so in your review! And now for the feature presentation! Enjoy the Show!

Status Quo Ante

"Watch out! Ahh! God, why must he do this to me?!"

The 16, almost 17 year old girl's screams of terror were drowned in the tidal waves of wind and screams that washed over her. In a final attempt to keep her sanity, she buried her head in the shoulder of the boy next to her.

"Aw, lighten up Hermione-he's only playing Hufflepuff! Worst that could happen playing them is a bludger to his head...or he could fall...," he paused thinking, "But he hasn't done that in years!" responded her friend, barely glancing at her. It wasn't until he felt her hand on the back of his head that he averted his eyes from the precious game.

"Ron! Harry could kill himself!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Yep, he could," Ron responded, returning to the game.

"Aren't you concerned?!"

"Eh...no, not really."

"Typical! Only caring about yourself! Risking Harry for your entertainment!"

"Mmhmm..."

"Un-BE-lieveable! I don't know why I put up with you...you pompous git!"

Ron turned to actually look at her for the first time during the game. "ME? Pompous?!" he said incredulously, "I most definitely wouldn't be talking!"

Hermione, mouth open to retaliate, was stopped by the low chuckle coming from behind her.

"I noticed you didn't contradict the git part, Ronnie-kins!"

"George?" Hermione asked, turning around. The red head sitting a row in back of them grinned and ruffled Ron's Hair.

"Yup! Told you I'd come back, didn't I? Now that that—," a huge roar in the audience muffled his words referring to a certain (ex) Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, but they produced a grin out of Ron and a scowl out of Hermione nonetheless, "—is gone, I can come and cheer on my favorite amateur team at will! Which reminds me-Ron, why aren't you playing?"

Ron didn't answer, staring silently at the game, the grin a very distant memory. An amused Hermione laughed.

"He was suspended for today by Professor McGonagall. She...uh...overheard him calling her 'an evil sex kitten from hell', I believe were you words, correct, Ron?" she replied for him.

"No, it was 'a schitzo evil sex kitten from hell' and I still stand by that. Who gives you homework (a bloody essay mind you!) on animagus-cat transformations? That is blatant self promotion if you ask me. Not to mention busy work," he answered shortly. George glanced at Hermione who nodded and frowned at the disrespect Ron had given one of her favorite teachers, sending George into a roar of laughter.

"McGonagall...schitzo...sex kitten...God you crack me up!" George caught his breath, the raging laughter dying down to a slight snicker. Ron, while extremely annoyed at first by the amusement his situation caused his brother, a small half smile slowly creamed onto his face. "Come on, Ron-you have to admit, it's hysterical."

Ron made no comment, still staring at the game. A moment of silence produced a slight chuckle growing as time went by until he (and Hermione and George) were laughing their heads off. A sudden leap in the Gryffindor audience to their feet and a scream from Dean doing the play-by-play turned their attention back to the game.

"He's got it! Ladies and Gentlemen, Harry Potter has survived yet another incredible dive to catch the snitch for Gryffindor! Yes, GRYFFINDOR WINS! Daaaaaaaaa LIONS WIN!"

And so, Gryffindor won its first game of the year, as it tends to do, to the delight of the many fans that came out to support the ol' Maroon and Gold.