Harry twirled his wand between his fingers. The wood had a cool and nice feel against them. The boy was supporting his head on his left hand, while he stared at his potions textbook. Staring, he thought, not reading. Harry grimaced at the sentences written on the worn page; he was supposed to do his summer assignments now, but he didn't feel any motivation to lift his quill.
He sighed and turned his gaze towards the window. The boy lifted his eyebrows at the sight, surprised. The rain had stopped! Harry smiled at the sight of clear, blue skies. Standing up and turning his head towards the direction of Ron's room, he opened his mouth. Before he said anything, he took a guilty glance at his unfinished potions homework. The ink bottle was closed, as he had never opened it. Harry shook his head, I can probably do it another day, he thought.
"Ron!" he called out and ran towards where his best friend probably was.
"Ron!" Harry stuck his head inside Ron's room. "Want to go out and play Quidditch?" He found his friend laying on his bed, taking a nap.
Ron opened his eyes blearily. "What? Quidditch? Isn't it still raining?" he asked and yawned.
"No, it isn't anymore." Harry motioned excitingly to the window and grinned.
As he saw Ron slowly but surely sit up, he walked towards it. Putting his hands on the window sill, the boy stared at the green meadows outside. The green grass had never looked so inviting after a whole week of rain. Sun rays caressed his skin through the glass. Harry smiled.
After retrieving their brooms, the pair hurried outside. The grass was still wet, but Harry couldn't care less. Sprinting to the Weasley's homemade Quidditch pitch, Harry and Ron competed in who made it first to the nearest goal hoop. Harry won with a couple seconds.
"So, a Seeker match?" asked the redhead through his ragged breaths.
As they stood beside the goal hoops, Harry nodded excitedly. "Sure!" he said and grinned at Ron. "Prepare to lose!"
Ron shook his head while smiling and mounted his broom. "I'll show you what losing is!" the ginger said before taking off.
Harry grinned at his friend's back before taking off after him. The Snitch was released into the air.
After Harry and Ron had begun circling around on the pitch, they were both too concentrated on searching for the Snitch to talk. The green-eyed boy looked around with narrowed eyes. His gaze roamed over the meadows, searching for a golden glint. Glancing back at Ron, he saw that his friend had equal luck in finding the Snitch. Right before he was about to continue with his searching, he saw Ron dive down towards the ground with his broom.
Harry turned his broom and set off after the redhead. The air slammed against his face as he accelerated. As he narrowed his eyes at the diving figure of his friend, he noticed something. He's going rather slow, and not straight down, Harry thought to himself, he's... feinting! Laughing, the boy slowed down considerably.
"Oh Merlin, Ron!" he called out to the other. "You had me there!"
Ron slowed down too and turned his broom in Harry's direction. "Yes! Think, I managed to trick the youngest Seeker in a century!" he called back. The pair shared a grin, before taking off again.
It was around three minutes after Ron's feint that Harry spotted a glint in the sunlight. He saw it right behind the middle goal hoop. After making sure that Ron hadn't noticed anything, he set after it, pretending to be still searching. It was when the boy was only ten meters from it, when Ron spotted it too.
"Hey!" he called out.
Harry took a split second to glance behind him, where he saw the redhead shoot towards him.
It was, however, too late. Harry leaned forwards as he closed in. Smiling to himself in victory, he closed his hand around the flying ball. His green eyes widened in surprise. Harry's hand had met thin air, and he only watched with a stunned look as the glinting ball flew away.
Ron halted beside him and noticed Harry's surprised look. He lifted his eyebrows.
"You didn't catch it?" he asked in disbelief.
Harry shook his head. "Nope, apparently not," he said while popping the "p" sound.
He met Ron's eyes and wiggled his eyebrows playfully before taking off again.
Wings fluttered in vain as Harry closed his hand sharp and fast over the Snitch. The golden ball glinted in the sunlight.
"Ha!" The boy turned around to Ron with a triumphant look on his face. "I got it!"
Harry tightened his hold on the Snitch as he flew towards his best friend. It was a dozen minutes after his failed attempt at catching it, and now he finally felt the cool metal against his skin.
Ron came and smiled in defeat. "Good job, mate!" he said and slapped Harry on his back.
"Yep," said the green-eyed boy as he held the golden ball between his thumb and index finger, "at least I managed to lock my fingers around it this time." Harry chuckled.
Suddenly, a drop of water landed on Harry's nose. Frowning, the boy looked up, and saw that the clear skies had been replaced by darker, more ominous-looking clouds. Ron noticed where Harry was looking and saw the dark clouds too.
"No!" whined the redhead, "I'm tired of rain. It's been raining the whole week!"
Harry shook his head. "Nothing we can do about it," he said and sighed.
More rain drops continued to fall from the clouds. And as if someone had pushed a button, rain came pouring down like a thin waterfall.
"Ron!" Let's go inside!" Harry called out through the rain. His hair was beginning to stick to his forehead, and his glasses was full of rain drops, making his vision blurry.
"Yes!" Harry heard Ron's voice call out from his right. "Come on! We'll race! Last one's a rotten egg!" The last words were shouted out as Ron took off.
Harry grinned despite the weather and accelerated on his broom. "Sure!" he shouted at his best friend's back before flying after him.
A/N: This is written for The Houses Competition
House: Gryffindor
Role/Year: 3rd
Category: Standard (750-1500 words)
Prompt: [Weather] Clear skies
Word count: 1045 words
