Nov.02: Hey guys! It seems that I will be putting 'The True Story of Love'
on hold. I'm sorry to everyone out there in FF.net land but this plot just
won't leave me alone. The first half of this story will be of Harry and
Ron. Maybe not half but since it is in the Ron/Draco section, we all know
that our lovelies will have something or other. So, I hope you love this
because with the more motivation I get, the faster this will be done and
the sooner I can get back to Married Draco and Ron.
And please don't be upset with the H/R coupling and me!
Enjoy! And of course this is not beta-ed...the rest will but not this chapter and the next.
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Chapter 1
Summer. What a glorious time of year! No school, no worries, no professors. All in all, summer is where it's at. Now, what 'it' is, Ron didn't know but he couldn't worry about that; he had a Quaffle to lookout for.
After Fred and George's shop opened, becoming the premier place for pranksters and students looking to get out of lessons alike, they had money like no Weasley had seen before. They bought Ron a regulation Quaffle (for winning the Quidditch Cup) and a mock-Snitch used by the pros to practice with for Ginny, now that she was off the starting team and second string. They had even come back, offering to purchase a house elf for Mrs. Weasley. But that didn't bode over well. She never really understood the usage of them and after her encounters with Kreacher, she absolutely detested the idea of a house servant.
So, back to the Quaffle....Ron careful watched as Charlie (he was staying over...finishing up some business with the Order) wove his way through the hovering redheads plus one raven haired young man. His team was doing wonderful! Ginny was the Seeker and Fred, Chaser. Since the last encounter they had with an in-home Bludger was a bloody one, that element of the game was omitted. And poor George had chosen the shorter twig, forcing him to referee.
He had to focus; he had to- wallow in defeat! Harry had just caught the Snitch, of course. No hard feelings though, Ginny was right on his tail. Ron's team floated back down to the ground to congratulate Bill, the Keeper, Charlie the Chaser, and Harry.
"Good game there Harry." Ron smiled; Harry just blushed in returned. It seemed he was doing that often.
"WE WHIPPED YOUR ARSES!" chanted Bill and Charlie.
"Oh shut up! We only went easy on you old farts." Ginny called forth as she landed. "You can put the Snitch back into the chest, Harry."
And so he did, a slight rouge still tinged in his cheeks. "So, Harry," George said, placing his arm around the bespeckled boy.
"What?"
"This is your last year at good ol' Hogwarts." Fred interrupted, his arm wrapped around the raven-haired boy's waist.
"It is. What's you're point you two?"
"Are you going to go after our Ronnie-boy or are you going to sit back and let him slip through your fingers yet again?" questioned Fred or was it George?
That sudden and most certainly abrupt question made Harry sputter a bit, causing him to actually lose his breath for a moment. "What are you talking about?"
"We see the way you act around our dear brother. In fact we all see it! So, just go for it!" Encouraged Fred.
"Really? You don't mind at all?" Harry cracked a smile; he did have a small crush on Ron during their 4th year but that had subsided with all the pressures of 5th year. The death of Sirius. He still got a bit teary-eyed thinking about that moment in time that only added to his mounting life of death. But with Ron's comfort over that summer, that spark he had for the youngest male Weasley had rekindled and now it was ablaze.
"Of course not! Who else would be perfect for Ron?"
"Who?" Fred chimed in.
"So, you're parents know?"
"I doubt it but by the way Mum-" Fred reassured.
"-and Dad-"
"-hold you in such high regards, she wouldn't mind a bit. She would most likely be proud that you found happiness."
"Well, I can't really argue with that. I'll be back." Harry turned around, searching the expansive backyard of the Weasley family. No Ron in sight.
But there was Hermione. She had finally come down to visit them and she had entered from the side gate, a small satchel of extras on her arm.
Harry ran to her, shouting out greetings. "Oh, Hermione have a safe trip?"
"Oh yeah. But Mum decided that she wanted to take a side trip at some natural landmark. Boring really. Just some pile of rocks. So, how are you doing?"
"Great. I'm just looking for Ron. Do you see him? I thought I did but now he's nowhere."
"Isn't that him? Near the woods?" She pointed in the direction of a redheaded boy shouldering a broom.
"Thanks. He must be getting the Quaffle."
Ron was, in fact, inching towards the woods, in search of the Quaffle. Now how in the world does a ball with dented-in sides roll off? Ron didn't know why but simply walked behind its alleged path. He finally found it in a patch, bright red against deep greens. He bent down to pick it up but a small beeping noise disrupted his spherical rescue. Ron was perplexed; what was that sound? Where was it coming from? And consequentially, he went in search of the noise.
A few paces away, he found the object of annoyance. A three-dimensional octagonal figure sat peacefully on the grass. It had a clear casing, deep purple, light blue and a sparkling white swirling inside it and the infernal beeping continued. He looked around to see if anything was awry. All he saw was a cloaked figure, coming towards him.
The beeping was getting faster, the figure coming closer, arm outstretched. Ron reached down for his- where was your wand when you need it?
"Move!" the voice rasped out. Why was it so familiar sounding? He continued to quietly watch the stranger.
//Quietly....what happened to the-//
He never finished the thought. A loud *BOOM* thundered through the air causing the whole world to shake. Causing Ronald Weasley's world to shake.
And please don't be upset with the H/R coupling and me!
Enjoy! And of course this is not beta-ed...the rest will but not this chapter and the next.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chapter 1
Summer. What a glorious time of year! No school, no worries, no professors. All in all, summer is where it's at. Now, what 'it' is, Ron didn't know but he couldn't worry about that; he had a Quaffle to lookout for.
After Fred and George's shop opened, becoming the premier place for pranksters and students looking to get out of lessons alike, they had money like no Weasley had seen before. They bought Ron a regulation Quaffle (for winning the Quidditch Cup) and a mock-Snitch used by the pros to practice with for Ginny, now that she was off the starting team and second string. They had even come back, offering to purchase a house elf for Mrs. Weasley. But that didn't bode over well. She never really understood the usage of them and after her encounters with Kreacher, she absolutely detested the idea of a house servant.
So, back to the Quaffle....Ron careful watched as Charlie (he was staying over...finishing up some business with the Order) wove his way through the hovering redheads plus one raven haired young man. His team was doing wonderful! Ginny was the Seeker and Fred, Chaser. Since the last encounter they had with an in-home Bludger was a bloody one, that element of the game was omitted. And poor George had chosen the shorter twig, forcing him to referee.
He had to focus; he had to- wallow in defeat! Harry had just caught the Snitch, of course. No hard feelings though, Ginny was right on his tail. Ron's team floated back down to the ground to congratulate Bill, the Keeper, Charlie the Chaser, and Harry.
"Good game there Harry." Ron smiled; Harry just blushed in returned. It seemed he was doing that often.
"WE WHIPPED YOUR ARSES!" chanted Bill and Charlie.
"Oh shut up! We only went easy on you old farts." Ginny called forth as she landed. "You can put the Snitch back into the chest, Harry."
And so he did, a slight rouge still tinged in his cheeks. "So, Harry," George said, placing his arm around the bespeckled boy.
"What?"
"This is your last year at good ol' Hogwarts." Fred interrupted, his arm wrapped around the raven-haired boy's waist.
"It is. What's you're point you two?"
"Are you going to go after our Ronnie-boy or are you going to sit back and let him slip through your fingers yet again?" questioned Fred or was it George?
That sudden and most certainly abrupt question made Harry sputter a bit, causing him to actually lose his breath for a moment. "What are you talking about?"
"We see the way you act around our dear brother. In fact we all see it! So, just go for it!" Encouraged Fred.
"Really? You don't mind at all?" Harry cracked a smile; he did have a small crush on Ron during their 4th year but that had subsided with all the pressures of 5th year. The death of Sirius. He still got a bit teary-eyed thinking about that moment in time that only added to his mounting life of death. But with Ron's comfort over that summer, that spark he had for the youngest male Weasley had rekindled and now it was ablaze.
"Of course not! Who else would be perfect for Ron?"
"Who?" Fred chimed in.
"So, you're parents know?"
"I doubt it but by the way Mum-" Fred reassured.
"-and Dad-"
"-hold you in such high regards, she wouldn't mind a bit. She would most likely be proud that you found happiness."
"Well, I can't really argue with that. I'll be back." Harry turned around, searching the expansive backyard of the Weasley family. No Ron in sight.
But there was Hermione. She had finally come down to visit them and she had entered from the side gate, a small satchel of extras on her arm.
Harry ran to her, shouting out greetings. "Oh, Hermione have a safe trip?"
"Oh yeah. But Mum decided that she wanted to take a side trip at some natural landmark. Boring really. Just some pile of rocks. So, how are you doing?"
"Great. I'm just looking for Ron. Do you see him? I thought I did but now he's nowhere."
"Isn't that him? Near the woods?" She pointed in the direction of a redheaded boy shouldering a broom.
"Thanks. He must be getting the Quaffle."
Ron was, in fact, inching towards the woods, in search of the Quaffle. Now how in the world does a ball with dented-in sides roll off? Ron didn't know why but simply walked behind its alleged path. He finally found it in a patch, bright red against deep greens. He bent down to pick it up but a small beeping noise disrupted his spherical rescue. Ron was perplexed; what was that sound? Where was it coming from? And consequentially, he went in search of the noise.
A few paces away, he found the object of annoyance. A three-dimensional octagonal figure sat peacefully on the grass. It had a clear casing, deep purple, light blue and a sparkling white swirling inside it and the infernal beeping continued. He looked around to see if anything was awry. All he saw was a cloaked figure, coming towards him.
The beeping was getting faster, the figure coming closer, arm outstretched. Ron reached down for his- where was your wand when you need it?
"Move!" the voice rasped out. Why was it so familiar sounding? He continued to quietly watch the stranger.
//Quietly....what happened to the-//
He never finished the thought. A loud *BOOM* thundered through the air causing the whole world to shake. Causing Ronald Weasley's world to shake.