A/N I have absolutely no idea where I'm going with this fic. Basically, anything (and I mean anything) can happen. So here goes…Please R/R and mail me with ideas!
Ron's brilliantly red hair stood out from the Quiddich stands, even among the crowds of red Griffindor flags. His freckled face was tilted upwards, searching the sky. Cho caught her breath. Was he looking for her? Then she jerked herself back to reality. Of course not. He was looking for Harry. HARRY! Oh shit. She had completely blocked out the game, and the screaming voice of the Ravenclaw captain, shouting at her from his broom. She turned, just in time to see Harry racing towards her, leaning low and flat on his broom. Her seeker reflexes told her immediately that he was racing for the snitch. Without looking around, she jerked her broom into full speed. She could see the snitch now. A golden glimmer hovering near the ground. Unfortunately, she could also hear Harry, straining against the wind behind her. She put on an extra burst of speed, and with all her effort, she nose-dived to the ground…and pulled out of the dive clutching the snitch tightly in her fist.
All right! This was only the fifth time she had beat Harry in all the five years she had been at Hogwarts. She circled above the stands before she let her broom fall gently back to the pitch, to meet a crowd of cheering Ravenclaw''.
"Great game Cho" Harry's shy voice followed her as she walked back to the changing rooms.
"Thanks Harry" She turned to see him blush faintly, his eyes intense on the ground. She looked past him at the two faithful friends, who were trotting up to them. Her stomach lurched at the sight of Ron's smiling eyes.
"Hey Cho" He said. "Perfect feint that was."
"Yeah" agreed Hermione. "It looked as if you hadn't spotted the snitch for a second."
"I hadn't" she replied "Until Harry came speeding towards me!" Harry reddened on hearing his name.
Ron turned to Harry, grinning wickedly, as Cho tramped back to the changing rooms.
"Harry, you're all red! What's the matter?" He questioned in an innocent voice. Only the devilish flicker in his eyes showed his hidden mirth.
"Shuttup Dumb-ass" Harry narrowed his eyes with mocking evil.
"You should have seen yourself Harry!" Hermione laughed.
"Don't you start…Miss Just Can't Stop Hanging Round Dean Thomas" Hermione looked embarrassed.
At dinner, Hermione seated herself casually, next to Dean. Ron rolled his eyes at Harry, who shrugged, then took a seat next to her. It was a week into the first term, and the familiar sights and sound of Horgwart's hallowed halls (wow…an onomatopoeia this late at night!) sent comforting vibes up Harry's spine. This was his home. He knew it every time he saw his friends, the common room's blazing fire, the endless maze of corridors, and even the teachers. This was the only home he could imagine now. His memory of the summer was thankfully already fading into the depths of his mind. He let out a contented sigh.
"Ron! You wouldn't believe what we just saw!"
They turned to see Fred and George rushing toward the table.
"Are you sure we should tell them George? It may cause them nightmares"
"Mental damage"
"Trauma"
"Disturb them for life"
"Oh get on with it!" Ron spat at them angrily.
"We just saw…You tell em Fred"
"OK. We just saw….."
A/N
Dun Dun DUUUUUUN!!!
What sordid affair did the Weasley twins witness?!!?? Got any ideas...Please tell me. And PLEASE review. I need to know if this is a sorry excuse for a fic, or an undiscovered brain child formula.
THE NEXT CHAPTER GETS MUCH BETTER.TRUST ME. (evil laugh)
Ron's brilliantly red hair stood out from the Quiddich stands, even among the crowds of red Griffindor flags. His freckled face was tilted upwards, searching the sky. Cho caught her breath. Was he looking for her? Then she jerked herself back to reality. Of course not. He was looking for Harry. HARRY! Oh shit. She had completely blocked out the game, and the screaming voice of the Ravenclaw captain, shouting at her from his broom. She turned, just in time to see Harry racing towards her, leaning low and flat on his broom. Her seeker reflexes told her immediately that he was racing for the snitch. Without looking around, she jerked her broom into full speed. She could see the snitch now. A golden glimmer hovering near the ground. Unfortunately, she could also hear Harry, straining against the wind behind her. She put on an extra burst of speed, and with all her effort, she nose-dived to the ground…and pulled out of the dive clutching the snitch tightly in her fist.
All right! This was only the fifth time she had beat Harry in all the five years she had been at Hogwarts. She circled above the stands before she let her broom fall gently back to the pitch, to meet a crowd of cheering Ravenclaw''.
"Great game Cho" Harry's shy voice followed her as she walked back to the changing rooms.
"Thanks Harry" She turned to see him blush faintly, his eyes intense on the ground. She looked past him at the two faithful friends, who were trotting up to them. Her stomach lurched at the sight of Ron's smiling eyes.
"Hey Cho" He said. "Perfect feint that was."
"Yeah" agreed Hermione. "It looked as if you hadn't spotted the snitch for a second."
"I hadn't" she replied "Until Harry came speeding towards me!" Harry reddened on hearing his name.
Ron turned to Harry, grinning wickedly, as Cho tramped back to the changing rooms.
"Harry, you're all red! What's the matter?" He questioned in an innocent voice. Only the devilish flicker in his eyes showed his hidden mirth.
"Shuttup Dumb-ass" Harry narrowed his eyes with mocking evil.
"You should have seen yourself Harry!" Hermione laughed.
"Don't you start…Miss Just Can't Stop Hanging Round Dean Thomas" Hermione looked embarrassed.
At dinner, Hermione seated herself casually, next to Dean. Ron rolled his eyes at Harry, who shrugged, then took a seat next to her. It was a week into the first term, and the familiar sights and sound of Horgwart's hallowed halls (wow…an onomatopoeia this late at night!) sent comforting vibes up Harry's spine. This was his home. He knew it every time he saw his friends, the common room's blazing fire, the endless maze of corridors, and even the teachers. This was the only home he could imagine now. His memory of the summer was thankfully already fading into the depths of his mind. He let out a contented sigh.
"Ron! You wouldn't believe what we just saw!"
They turned to see Fred and George rushing toward the table.
"Are you sure we should tell them George? It may cause them nightmares"
"Mental damage"
"Trauma"
"Disturb them for life"
"Oh get on with it!" Ron spat at them angrily.
"We just saw…You tell em Fred"
"OK. We just saw….."
A/N
Dun Dun DUUUUUUN!!!
What sordid affair did the Weasley twins witness?!!?? Got any ideas...Please tell me. And PLEASE review. I need to know if this is a sorry excuse for a fic, or an undiscovered brain child formula.
THE NEXT CHAPTER GETS MUCH BETTER.TRUST ME. (evil laugh)