Summery- A sweet little RW/HG fic with lots of little subplots including Quidditch, the new Malfoy, Harry and a Swedish girl with blue hair, and Russia. But mostly just Ron and Hermione. And it's not just one of those snog fests either. Is this summery to long? Please R&R.
A/N- About reviews, I'm not a very good writer and I'm new at this so please no flames unless it's constructive criticism. Thank you! Winks
Disclaimer- Do I own any of these characters? No. Do I wish I owned them? Yeah, I do. Do I own this computer? No. Do I wish I owned this computer? Yeah, I do.
Of Quidditch and Hermione
It was the second week of school and Ron and Ginny were already at each other's throats over Quidditch. They needed replacement Beaters, Chasers, and a new Captain. Harry had resigned last year. He was good at catching the Snitch and that was about it. But unfortunately for him, since he was the last captain he had the "great honor" of choosing the next one.
"It should be me! I've been on the team longer! I'm older! No one's going to listen to a wench like her if she's younger than everyone!" hollered Ron, who was standing so close to Ginny that he could count her freckles. That is, if he could count that high.
"That's of course assuming that I am younger than everyone and even if I am, the only people who won't listen to me would be the gits like you! And I won't have gits on my team!" she yelled back, causing his flaming red hair to fly back.
"Yeah that's right, you'd probably only pick your current boyfriends wouldn't you? But then we'd have all gits!"
"What?" she shouted, "That didn't even make any sense Ron!"
"All I know is, I would choose how much bloody talent they've got!"
"And what would I choose on, hair color?"
"I certainly wouldn't put it past you!"
It went on like that but Harry wasn't listening. He had his head in his hands wishing he didn't have to decide. Ginny would make an excellent captain, but he couldn't do that to Ron. He was the one who had dreamed about this his whole life. Plus he was his best mate, and best mates don't do things like that to each other. But Ron was rubbish. He would make a horrible captain. Plus he was Head Boy; he didn't exactly have extra time to make up plays.
He looked up and realized that if he didn't do something soon they would kill each other. So he cleared his throat and hoped he would find something intelligent to say before he had to speak. But it was too late. They looked up and he was still at a loss for words.
"Um...er...I think it is in the best interest for the team, and by team I mean the three of us, if we, er try not to fight and um...well...kill each other." It was definitely not going well and before he could stop himself he spouted out the first thought that came to his mind. "How 'bout if we all choose the team, and then from the people we've chosen we hold a vote and whoever wins the vote is, well, the captain." This way he knew Ginny would get picked, but he wouldn't be blamed.
But they just stared. Ron opened his mouth to speak, but thought better of it and closed it. Ginny narrowed her eyes and cocked her head. Harry saw in her eyes that his plan to make her captain dawned on her.
"Oh," she said quietly, a small smile played across her face as she walked off the field and into the castle.
Harry and Ron were left alone in the dimming twilight.
"Rubbish that one. If she thinks she stands a chance at getting the position. But Harry, why didn't you just pick me?"
That was Ron for you, totally oblivious to everything. "Um, well because this way it will be a lot more fair, and I won't have to risk hurting anyone's feelings," Harry answered awkwardly.
"You mean Ginny's feelings," he said suspiciously, looking at Harry sideways.
"Right. So, see you up at the common room?"
"You bet," he said excitedly, and he ran off toward the castle. Harry couldn't help catching a firefly. He smiled as he let it go, thinking fondly of Quidditch.
On the way up to the common room, Ron met up with Hermione.
"Hermione! Hermione wait!" He called.
She turned around and smiled. She had a nice smile. It wasn't movie star beautiful, but it was far from homely.
"Hey Ron!"
"Hi," he said, out of breath and panting.
"What's up?"
"Oh nothing much," he said in mock casualty, "you're only looking at the future Gryffindor Quidditch captain!" he said proudly.
Her smile dimmed. She had also spoken to Ginny on the way up, and knew that it was highly unlikely that Ron would get voted in. He wasn't exactly a star player. But she had to play along. "Oh that's wonderful! Really it is. So um, any plans for the new team?"
"Nope," he said dreamily. He was staring into space, probably dreaming about being captain.
There was a long pause and Hermione, sensing awkwardness, was compelled to start up the conversation again.
"So, Hogsmeade is this weekend eh?"
"What?" he said abruptly. "Oh yes Hogsmeade. Right." He was dying to ask her to go, but the words wouldn't come out. That's how it always was with her. He was too afraid of rejection to even ask.
But it's not like she was particularly bold either. She had been wanting to ask him for quite some time but was too shy. Tonight was different though. She felt daring, and exhilarated for some reason. "Do you, wanna go? With... me?" Her voice was sounded meek and quiet and she immediately averted her eyes.
He stared at her. He wanted desperately to say yes but no words came out.
She had nice hair, he noticed. It had been tame for a while now, since last year. It was still curly, but it was soft and a nice shade of brown. Her eyes were pretty too. Not hidden beneath three tons of make-up like most other girls, or Ginny's. She didn't have time to apply make-up, and she never really desired to. It was a good thing, too. She had a pretty all right face. He hadn't realized how much time he had spent examining her until she looked up and met his gaze.
He wanted to go with her so badly that he didn't think just a simple yes would cover it, but what was he supposed to say, super yes?
"Of course I will, I mean yeah, I mean...I dunno but yes. Yes I will go with you." That pretty much covered it, he thought.
She smiled so big he swore he saw the corners of her mouth graze her perfect little ears. Now she had perfect little ears? Anyway she gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.
When she was completely out of ear and eye shot he through his fist into the air and yelled, "All right!" His perfect day just got better.
