Weezy is Our King with the Emotional Range of a Teaspoon!
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the plot is for sure my own;
J.K. owns it up.
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Ron woke up that morning thinking "Oh God, my first Quidditch match of the season."
He went to breakfast thinking "I know I'll for sure mess this game all up for
Gryfindor ."
He walked to the locker rooms thinking nothing but not throwing up.
He got dresses in his Quidditch robes thinking "Where is Hermione? I bet she can't stand to see my ugly face before a match."
He walked out to the Quidditch pitch feeling like the luckiest boy in the world.
How you ask? That's what this story, my dear children, would be about.
Ron went to his locker to get his gear, he had just showered. That seemed to help his queazy stomach.
'Maybe I should take more' he thought.
He, at the moment, only had a towel around his waist.
He opened the locker only to have his gear come down on top of him.
"If you're going to have a locker mate, you may as put stuff in there neatly!" said a voice behind him.
He whirled around to find his best mate, Harry.
"Oh, hi Harry." he said to Harry, Ron's expression changed to a 'worried but not about to say so' one.
"What's wrong, Ron?" Harry spoke worriedly.
"Who, me? Nothing; just hopping the weather will hold up." Said Ron hurriedly.
"Sure. Look, it's okay to be worried. I was my first match to." Harry said and put his hand on Ron's shoulder.
"Thanks mate, but I'm worried about the weather, as I said before." he said. But in truth, he was worried because he hadn't seen Hermione all day; which had been about 3 hours.
"Hermione's out there waiting for you, just so you know" he said and left.
"Thanks, mate!" he called after Harry.
Ron quickly jumped into his quidditch robes and gear, looked in the mirror and ran out the locker room door. Outside the door was a room that connected the boy's and girls locker and shower rooms. It was also where Harry would give the pep talk. Boy did he feel peppy, wipdy doo.
He looked around and saw Hermione's bushy hair tumbling over the back of a chair. He walked over and tapped her shoulder, the opposite one he was standing by.
Hermione looked at him, not falling for the trick.
"Hi, sorry I wasn't at breakfast, up late." she said. Ron noticed her eyes betrayed her cheery smile and showed nervousness and, was it really? Yes, it was. Hope.
"It's fine, I did miss, you though." then as a second thought, "And Harry to!"
Hermione smiled "I don't mind if you miss me; but I thought you had an emotional range of a teaspoon!"
Ron blushed and grinned. More people had begun to gather in the room. He looked at the clock, it was 11:28. Almost time for the game.
"Weasly is our King!" was being shouted among other not so nice cheers.
Ron closed his eyes and clamped his teeth.
"Don't listen to them."
His eyes snapped open. What?"
Hermione smiled and said again "Don't listen to thoughs snakes."
Ron once again smiled. He heard his name and glanced behind him. The teem was looking at him; Ron noticed that Ginny seemed to be trying to convince Hermione of something through her eyes.
He glanced down at hermione who looked worried but she looked back at him and it erased.
"Go kick some Slythrin ass for me." she said as she leaned up and gently pressed her lips to his.
Ron was taken back. First of all, Hermione had cussed. Then by that wonderful encouraging kiss.
He grinned and said "Always."
She smiled that beautiful smile and said "Oh, and Weezy, you're my king."
He heard hooting coming from behind him, he turned to see his teammates, he blushed.
He turned and smiled at Hermione "After the game, you and me by the lake at six, okay?"
"Always." responded Hermione.
Overjoyed, Ron turned to join his team with all the courage in the world behind him.