Hey, the uber short prologue to my first story ever... I don't own anything from this, obviously.
"Ron, come on! We're gonna be late!" Harry called, grabbing Ron by the shoulders and shaking him lightly.
"What? It's only 12, I just looked at the clock…" Ron mumbled, confused and still drowsy from his day dream.
"Yeah Ron, It was only 12 about half an hour ago." Harry retorted sarcastically, " Now can you hurry up? We need to get to Potions or Snape will make our lives hell."
Ron grunted, "Like he doesn't already." He reached over and picked up his books, roughly shoving them into his bag along with the quidditch magazine he had been so engrossed in a second or two ago. Harry stared at him as he wandered out of the dorm,
"What were you thinking about anyway? You were dribbling." He stated with obvious curiosity.
"Nothing, just the Bulgaria v France match the other night. Bulgaria should have won. Stupid bloody French ref." Ron replied, staring at his feet as he shuffled along the dank corridor to their potions class.
"Since when has Viktor Krum and his team been cause for dribble, Ron?" Harry snorted happily, without even a trace of the cruel mockery Ron took it for.
"Shut up, Harry." Ron grumbled, his cheeks flushing a brilliant red as he shoved past Harry into Snape's room.
As he sat down at his desk he tried to force the thought out of his mind but it kept coming back, Harry knew. Harry knew what he was thinking. He felt his blush intensify as looked at the doodles on the pad he had in front of him, over and over again, Viktor Krum.
Hope you enjoyed it, 1st proper chapter is being written now. Reviews always appreciated
