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Lengthened Summary: Possible romance, lots of action and comedy later on. Ron and Harry face dilemmas recruiting more Quidditch team members, and it involves a possible romance… (don't worry, R+He all the way, but maybe OC+Ha or OC+D, who knows? It's a free country. Depends on the reviews. *Note* Last time I posted I had a PATHETIC amount of posts, so I'm really, really, really, hoping to get more this time. One of my first fics, so PLEASE, review! PLEASE!! It's my life! My soul! MY BEING! Erm, Thank you. One story coming right up. You like fries with that?
It just occurred to me that I'm going to have problems finding a title…
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"Damn, Harry. We are in DEEP!"
Harry Potter and Ron Weasley sat around comfy chairs in the Gryffindor common room, squabbling about who they were going to add to the Quidditch team that year. Oliver, Alicia, Katie, and the Weasley twins, Fred and George, had all graduated, and left Harry as the only one left on the team. Team practices were set for next week, yet he still was quite confused as to whom he was going to recruit.
Ron was a shoo-in, for sure. Harry knew it was stupid to even THINK about not letting him on, especially with him being the team captain and all. Personally, Harry didn't think that he was a very good captain, but he pretty much was the only one left on the team. It was a problem.
"How about that new kid, Persephone? I heard she's pretty good? Played for Marchasteney, or something. Fast flyer, too."
"Yeah… I'm going to ask Madame Hooch if she's spotted any raw talent in the first year Quidditch lessons… We really need to get working on this…"
"Listen, I'll talk to Ginny about what fifth years are any good."
"Good. So we have a Seeker, me, and a Beater, you…"
"…and we need two Chasers, a Beater, and a Keeper. Am I right?"
"Completely."
"Good."
It was late, and eventually people filtered out of the common room, but Harry and Ron kept at it, muttering and arguing about possible team members. Hermione had given up on them several hours earlier.
"No! I told you, she played on Marchasteney and everything!"
"You're just saying that because you think she's cute!"
"No way!"
"Yeah! You told me earlier, after you drank a little too much grape juice!"
"Wha?! When?!"
"WILL YOU SHUT UP DOWN THERE?! SOME PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP! JUST GO TO BED, FOR GOD'S SAKE!"
"Sorry, 'Mione We're right on it!"
"GOOD!"
At this point, Ron and Harry begrudgingly picked up their stuff and trudged off to bed, shooting Hermione, the prefect of the year, begrudging glances.
~*~*~*~
"I told you, don't mess with Hermione- she's taking this prefect thing totally seriously!"
"Dean, she's a prefect, she's supposed to take it seriously."
"Whatever… I think it's all a big joke…"
All of them were gathered at their table in the Great Hall (A/N: *brain lapse* is that what it's called?! Thanks! On with the story… ). Hermione came in looking very disgruntled, not very pleased at the sight of Harry and Ron, both bright and shiny, as energetic as ever, almost as if their late night escapade had never happened.
"I hate you guys sometimes."
"Well, I guess sometimes we hate you, too, huh, Harry?"
"I forget."
"Ah, well."
As Hermione found her usual seat beside them, Ginny came striding up with a girl all of them had seen before, but never met. She was a fifth year with dark, curly hair, bluey, starlike eyes, and a curiously sweet smile.
"Hey, guys! Good morning!"
"*That's Rhiannon, she and Ginny have been joined at the hip lately, ever since they both found out how much they have in common…*"
"*Think she's good at Quidditch?*"
"*Geez, I'm sure of it, look at those muscles! And in all the right places, too…*"
"Ahem…"
"Oh. Uh, hi, Gin. Who's your friend?"
"Hey, Ron. This is Rhiannon, she's a fifth year like me, I've known her like, forever, but just recently I think we just got a lot closer. She really likes Quidditch, so I thought you'd like to meet her…"
"*Ca-CHING!*"
"Uh… Ron?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah… Hello, Rhiannon. Nice to meet you…"
"Rhiannon?"
"Yeah? You're Harry, right? And you're… Ron? And you're Hermione, I've already met you…"
"Hey, Rhea… Have a good night?"
"Fairly… some lunatics were yelling in the common room last night at one or something… really annoying… hardly slept at all."
"*Oops.*"
"Well, Rhiannon, Rhea, do you play Quidditch much?"
"Harry, you kidding me? I play all the time!"
"What position?"
"Uh… usually Keeper, but I'm flexible."
"*CACHING!!!!*"
"Ron, did you just say 'caching'?"
"Erm. No."
"Okay."
"Well, anyway, what Ron meant by that was, well, we've been looking for a Keeper for awhile now, so…"
"You're kidding me! Really?!"
The rest of breakfast went rather smoothly, with Ron and Harry talking away at Rhiannon, and Ginny sitting herself next to Hermione, watching with interest.
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A/N: You like? You dig? R&R!! PLEASE!! And any comments, negative or positive, I don't care, anything you think'll help. Next update depends on reviewablility.
*torty* ; P
Lengthened Summary: Possible romance, lots of action and comedy later on. Ron and Harry face dilemmas recruiting more Quidditch team members, and it involves a possible romance… (don't worry, R+He all the way, but maybe OC+Ha or OC+D, who knows? It's a free country. Depends on the reviews. *Note* Last time I posted I had a PATHETIC amount of posts, so I'm really, really, really, hoping to get more this time. One of my first fics, so PLEASE, review! PLEASE!! It's my life! My soul! MY BEING! Erm, Thank you. One story coming right up. You like fries with that?
It just occurred to me that I'm going to have problems finding a title…
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"Damn, Harry. We are in DEEP!"
Harry Potter and Ron Weasley sat around comfy chairs in the Gryffindor common room, squabbling about who they were going to add to the Quidditch team that year. Oliver, Alicia, Katie, and the Weasley twins, Fred and George, had all graduated, and left Harry as the only one left on the team. Team practices were set for next week, yet he still was quite confused as to whom he was going to recruit.
Ron was a shoo-in, for sure. Harry knew it was stupid to even THINK about not letting him on, especially with him being the team captain and all. Personally, Harry didn't think that he was a very good captain, but he pretty much was the only one left on the team. It was a problem.
"How about that new kid, Persephone? I heard she's pretty good? Played for Marchasteney, or something. Fast flyer, too."
"Yeah… I'm going to ask Madame Hooch if she's spotted any raw talent in the first year Quidditch lessons… We really need to get working on this…"
"Listen, I'll talk to Ginny about what fifth years are any good."
"Good. So we have a Seeker, me, and a Beater, you…"
"…and we need two Chasers, a Beater, and a Keeper. Am I right?"
"Completely."
"Good."
It was late, and eventually people filtered out of the common room, but Harry and Ron kept at it, muttering and arguing about possible team members. Hermione had given up on them several hours earlier.
"No! I told you, she played on Marchasteney and everything!"
"You're just saying that because you think she's cute!"
"No way!"
"Yeah! You told me earlier, after you drank a little too much grape juice!"
"Wha?! When?!"
"WILL YOU SHUT UP DOWN THERE?! SOME PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP! JUST GO TO BED, FOR GOD'S SAKE!"
"Sorry, 'Mione We're right on it!"
"GOOD!"
At this point, Ron and Harry begrudgingly picked up their stuff and trudged off to bed, shooting Hermione, the prefect of the year, begrudging glances.
~*~*~*~
"I told you, don't mess with Hermione- she's taking this prefect thing totally seriously!"
"Dean, she's a prefect, she's supposed to take it seriously."
"Whatever… I think it's all a big joke…"
All of them were gathered at their table in the Great Hall (A/N: *brain lapse* is that what it's called?! Thanks! On with the story… ). Hermione came in looking very disgruntled, not very pleased at the sight of Harry and Ron, both bright and shiny, as energetic as ever, almost as if their late night escapade had never happened.
"I hate you guys sometimes."
"Well, I guess sometimes we hate you, too, huh, Harry?"
"I forget."
"Ah, well."
As Hermione found her usual seat beside them, Ginny came striding up with a girl all of them had seen before, but never met. She was a fifth year with dark, curly hair, bluey, starlike eyes, and a curiously sweet smile.
"Hey, guys! Good morning!"
"*That's Rhiannon, she and Ginny have been joined at the hip lately, ever since they both found out how much they have in common…*"
"*Think she's good at Quidditch?*"
"*Geez, I'm sure of it, look at those muscles! And in all the right places, too…*"
"Ahem…"
"Oh. Uh, hi, Gin. Who's your friend?"
"Hey, Ron. This is Rhiannon, she's a fifth year like me, I've known her like, forever, but just recently I think we just got a lot closer. She really likes Quidditch, so I thought you'd like to meet her…"
"*Ca-CHING!*"
"Uh… Ron?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah… Hello, Rhiannon. Nice to meet you…"
"Rhiannon?"
"Yeah? You're Harry, right? And you're… Ron? And you're Hermione, I've already met you…"
"Hey, Rhea… Have a good night?"
"Fairly… some lunatics were yelling in the common room last night at one or something… really annoying… hardly slept at all."
"*Oops.*"
"Well, Rhiannon, Rhea, do you play Quidditch much?"
"Harry, you kidding me? I play all the time!"
"What position?"
"Uh… usually Keeper, but I'm flexible."
"*CACHING!!!!*"
"Ron, did you just say 'caching'?"
"Erm. No."
"Okay."
"Well, anyway, what Ron meant by that was, well, we've been looking for a Keeper for awhile now, so…"
"You're kidding me! Really?!"
The rest of breakfast went rather smoothly, with Ron and Harry talking away at Rhiannon, and Ginny sitting herself next to Hermione, watching with interest.
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A/N: You like? You dig? R&R!! PLEASE!! And any comments, negative or positive, I don't care, anything you think'll help. Next update depends on reviewablility.
*torty* ; P