Harry Potter
and Ronald Weasley, in the first action-packed
episode of:
"GRYFFINDOR
NIGHTS"
…a serial tale of violence, lust, and cozy flannel sheets.
It was
dark. That was because it was night. There were no lights on in the Gryffindor
boys' tower. Ron and Harry had polished off a stash of Chocolate Frogs with hot
milk before climbing into bed, and were nearly asleep already.
"Harry?"
Ron asked, pronouncing it more like 'harray' in his
provincial accent.
"Wuzza, Ron?" asked Harry, rolling over.
"Ha' a dream las' night," said Ron.
"S'nice, Ron," said Harry.
"Ha' a
dream abou' Quidditch,"
continued Ron in a thick mumble. "Ver' nice dream
'bout….mmmf….Quidditch…I
was flying aroun'."
"Good f'you, Ron," said Harry, pulling the quilt up over his ears.
"On'y 'Ermione was the whole Quidditch field…"
"Go to
sleep, Ron."
"I'was great…the 'oops were 'Ermione's…eheheh…all of 'em, all around.
And the Snitch…oooh, Harry, the Snitch…"
"I don't
like where this is going, Ron," said Harry, now much more wakeful.
"But you're
a Seeker, Harry," pleaded Ron sleepily. "You know all about getting your hands
on the Snitch. I thoug' if I asked you, you could tell me an'
then I might 'ave the dream again…"
"I don't
really want to know," said Harry, trying to wedge his head between two pillows,
"where the Snitch was in your dream, or what it was doing. Go to sleep, Ron."
"But Harray," pleaded
Ron, dozily. "If I 'ave the dream again, an' I can't
get to the Snitch…even wif my Firebolt…it'll
be 'orrible."
"What's the
worst that can happen?" Harry asked, giving up. His head emerged from under the
bedding, rumpled and irritable. "It's a dream, right?"
"But I really want to get the Snitch," Ron
explained. "If I
don' get the Snitch, in the dream my Firebolt jerks aroun' like it got hexed an' I wake up all sore."
"Ron, you
know we've got an exam in Potions tomorrow. We both need sleep. Can't you
just…you know…dream something else?"
"'Ope not," said Ron with a wistful sigh.
"All right, all right. You want to know how to get the Snitch?" Harry propped
himself on one elbow to face his friend across the gap between their beds.
"Listen carefully."
"I'm taking
notes," said Ron, raising his hands. One clutched a fold of sheet as though it were parchment, and the other held a nonexistent quill.
"How you
get the Snitch," said Harry, "is…"
"'M writin', Harry," said Ron. He was.
"Is…" What was the best way to catch the Snitch?
"Come on, I
haven't got all night!"
"…well, you
just have to dive after it, I guess." Harry shrugged, though Ron's eyes were
already closed. "Pretty simple."
"Thanks,
Harry," said Ron, sliding off into sleep already.
"Good luck,
Ron."
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Author's
Note: I plan for there to be more of these little vignettes, so I hope for your
sake you like this one. The timing's around Book 2 or 3, not that it really
matters much. The cast will expand—oh yes, it will expand. Anyone who can get
into