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One of the Guys

Chapter Eleven

Captain (12/18/09)

It was twelve o'clock when Ron entered the commons room. His hair was ruffled but other than that his appearance gave away no evidence that he and Hannah had not made out. Despite it being a less than physical date, he actually enjoyed it. Hannah was actually very sweet if not a little…prude, but the date was still enjoyable.

In fact, the date was so enjoyable he had asked the Hufflepuff girl for another date the following Hogsmead trip. She smiled and giggled a shy yes. He then escorted her to her commons room and said quick goodnight. She had only pecked him on the cheek but he didn't mind.

He shuffled through the commons room and spotted a sleeping Harry resting his head against a sleeping Mathieu and hugging his arm. Ron nearly snorted aloud when he saw this and wished he had the Creevy brothers' camera. He suddenly got an idea and ran to his dorm. All the curtains were drawn around the beds, which was good because he would be able to get away with this easier.

He walked to Dean's trunk and opened it. Inside were muggle cameras scattered around within his cloths. Ron picked up a random black camera and rushed back to commons quietly. He stood before the pair and snapped several pictures. He flinched every time it snapped aloud. But apparently both were heavy sleepers and neither woke up except for Mathieu who made a silent yawn and snuggled closer into Harry.

This time Ron did snort and giggled. In fact, he giggled all the way up to his room. He kept thinking how funny it would be to see Harry's face when he saw the pictures. 'He'd probably freak,' he thought as he placed the camera in his trunk. Hopefully Dean wouldn't notice it was gone.

After that he changed into his pajamas and went to sleep. In the morning He'd send the camera to his father and have him develop it the muggle way.

"Wake up," Someone whispered in Harry's ear. He moaned and swatted at the person he was poking him. "Ow! Stop that! You're going to wake up your 'friend'."

"What?" Harry asked not really caring. He tried to snuggle into his pillow further, it was very large and warm, but he kept hearing someone laugh.

"I told you he did that when you try to wake him up," a new voice said, which sounded a little like Ron.

"Ok, I believe you, alright," the first voice said back in a bitter tone.

"Ok, what," Harry asked. He lifted his head and blinked his eyes. He readjusted his glasses which had fallen askew as he was sleeping. He wondered why he hadn't taken them off when he went to bed. As his vision came into focus he saw Ron and Lavender staring at them. "Ron, what are you doing in here?" He asked.

Ron smiled at him and shook his head slightly from silent laughter. "Look." He pointed a finger next to Harry.

Harry looked and squealed and saw what Ron was smiling about. His body on impulse jumped as he untangled himself from the other boy. He had fallen asleep on the couch in the commons room with Mathieu Mondego. "Oh my God, did I fall asleep like that? Did anyone see me?" He started to ramble off questions.

"No!" Lavender Cried angrily.

"Hey," Harry replied indignantly. "Don't think I enjoyed sleeping like that. I'm not another person you have to compete with for his attention."

Lavender scowled then her face relaxed into a slight smile. "I'm sorry…You—you're right."

"It's alright." Harry mumbled and stood up. He dusted off his clothes and looked at the couch he awoke upon. Matt was still asleep and had turned onto his side on the couch. "At least it was you guys who found me and not someone else."

Ron fidgeted. "Yeah, but I got pictures." He said and then giggled.

Both Lavender and Harry glared at Ron. "What?" They shouted.

"Why would you do that?" Harry cried.

"I don't know—Blackmail?" Ron shrugged. "It was late; I wasn't thinking straight… you two looked so cute together."

"Oh thanks," Harry said sarcastically. He glared at Ron quickly then let Lavender lead him off to the girls' dorm to get changed.

Ron was soon left alone to wake Mathieu.

Harry, Ron, Lavender, and Mathieu, who was trailing behind them slowly, were, in no time, walking down to the Great Hall for breakfast. The hall was nearly empty if it wasn't for the teachers and a few Ravenclaws. When they sat down Mathieu moved so there was just enough room for two or three people between him and Harry.

Lavender gave him a longing look. "He's so cute." She whispered staring at him. Harry looked at her then to Matt and saw the same thing he saw last night. An understanding of why any girl could fall in love with him. His stomach flopped and turned away quickly.

"Ron," He whispered.

Ron looked up with a piece of egg hanging from his mouth. "Yeah?" He asked.

"I completely forgot about quidditch," He whispered. "We need a new seeker and a captain. Just tell the team at one of the practices that I made you captain."

"Yes!" Ron cried and stood as he punched the air. Everyone in the hall looked at him. He blushed and sat back down. "This is awesome. So cool. I'm finally quidditch captain."

"Yeah," Harry said with raised eyebrows then turned to pile his plate up with bacon.

"This is great, I'll schedule a practice tonight and tomorrow, and—"

"Tonight?" someone asked. All three turned to look up and saw Ginny and Neville sit down. Ginny sat down next to Matt and Neville sat down between her and Harry. "What's tonight?"

"Quidditch practice," Ron said. "And guess what, I'm captain."

"Who the heck would make you captain?" Ginny snapped.

"Harry Potter," Ron said smugly.

"Then he's nuts," Ginny scowled. Harry frowned while Lavender and Ron laughed at him secretly. "Honestly, Ron, you're not even good at quidditch."

"I am too," he defended.

"Oh yea, then why do I always score against you?" Ginny countered.

"I—I let you, that's why," Ron cried.

"Ha!"

"Really, I let her score a few goals and now she thinks she's God's gift to quidditch," He mumbled under his breath. Anyone who heard chuckled.

Soon after their little argument Seamus and Dean came over. They both sat down and soon Ron had engaged half the group in a conversation for a quidditch replacement for a seeker but Harry couldn't help but stare at Matt as he looked bored just eating toast. Some jealousy also peaked in Harry as Seamus kept giving the other boy secret looks then blushing.

'Like, what the hell?' Harry cried to himself. 'Why do I even care?'

"So, Matt," Lavender asked breaking Harry's thoughts. "Do you play quidditch?"

Matt looked over to her. "No."

"Oh—"

"Evie, you play quidditch," Ron said immediantly. "Maybe 'you' can replace Harry?" Ron spoke the words slowly and dramatically so Harry could catch on.

"Sure, yeah, I remember mentioning that," He lied.

"Great it's settled," Ron said happily.

"Can you believe that?" Ginny complained. "Harry made Ron captain that's just plain horrible."

She was escorting Hermione and Neville to their transfiguration class. Neither Hermione nor Neville spoke but instead allowed Ginny to rant about quidditch.

"The world has gone mad!" She cried. "Unbelievable."

They stopped outside of the classroom and peaked inside. A few students were already there chatting with their friends. Hermione saw professor McGonagall reading a letter then bring it to her nose to smell. When she lowered the letter Hermione saw that she had a smile on her lips.

"Look at her," Ginny also noticed Professor McGonagall. "She looks so happy."

"Yeah, I know," Hermione said.

"What are we looking at?" a voice whispered.

"Ahh," Ginny squealed. She turned around and punched the person who whispered. It was Ron, and his two friends were standing behind him. "God, you're so creepy. Stop it."

"What?" He rubbed his arm and glared at her. "But seriously what are we looking at?"

"Its—" Ginny began but was cut off.

"Excuse me, Miss Weasley, I do believe your class is beginning." Professor McGonagall said stiffly as she came to the door.

Ginny squeaked and jumped back. "Yes, ma'am," She said.

McGonagall stepped out of the way and let Neville, Hermione Ron, Evie, and Lavender enter the classroom. Ginny had just turned around and was about to go to her potions class when she heard Lavender speak.

"Hey, Neville!"

Ginny turned her head sharply and weakly felt jealousy pulse through her. 'Lavender,' the voice in her cried, 'She better back off.'

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