The five walked quickly to lunch, laughing about Sallie's triumph and
talking about how good
she'd fare as a beater. Though this period had been divination for the last 3 years, they'd all
decided to drop the class. Three years with Trelawney had been quite enough. After lunch,
everyone split up again. Hermione had to go back to the library. She was closing in on the
perfect charm that she knew would be better than Sallie's indoor tempest. Neville went to find
Seamus and Dean. Harry needed to find Professor McGonagall to tell her that he had found a
new beater. That left Ron and Sallie.
"Do you want to go practice for Quidditch a little? I can show you what you'll need to know,
now that you're our newest team member," he said. She agreed, but their plans were foiled
when they found the Hufflepuff team already taking a few warm up laps on their brooms.
"Let's just go to the common room for a while," she said. He nodded and they walked
together silently. The room was empty when they got there and they both flopped down on the
couch. Ron looked at Sallie. "It was really cool, what you did to Draco."
"Yeah, you were right, he's an ass. I hope his face is all messed up now. Stupid funker," she
said. Ron laughed at Sallie. She bit her lip, then asked him, "What did Draco mean when he
asked if I was Hermione's replacement? Were you and Hermione an item? I could so picture
you two together."
He took a deep breath, then said, "Well, we weren't an 'item', whatever you mean by that. I
liked her, but she never liked me back."
"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that. You seem okay now though."
"Well, that's because I've found someone new."
He then leaned his head against Sallie's so that they were looking right into each other's eyes.
His hand slid over so that he was holding hers. She leaned in and brought her face to his. He
grabbed her head gently and pulled her lips to his. Sallie pushed back, almost fighting Ron for
the kiss. One thing she had to say for Salem: American cable television had taught her a lot. She
and Ron alternately gave kisses and took them, snuggled together on the common room couch.
When Sallie came up for air, she looked at Ron. His hair was all messy and his robe was
rumpled. She took a deep breath and thought about what had just happened. She was about to
ask just that when Ron beat her to the punch.
"What just happened?" he asked.
She laughed nervously. "You tell me, because I don't know." She laughed and leaned her head
on the couch. In the somewhat awkward silence, they heard approaching footsteps. Deciding to
cover up what had just happened; they straightened one another out and tried to make some light
conversation.
"So I read this book about pirates recently, but I don't think little kids should read it," Ron joked.
"Why not," she asked.
"Well, let me put it this way. If it were a Muggle movie, it would be rated ARRRRGH!" Ron
and Sallie howled with laughter, half-genuine, half part of the act.
They heard the footsteps enter the room and saw Harry, fresh from speaking with Professor
McGonagall. "Hey guys," Harry said. "Sallie, you're officially a member of the Gryffindor
Quidditch team. McGonagall approved you. She just wanted you to get a lot of practice in
before our first game. Ron wasn't telling you any of his stupid jokes again, was he?"
"Yeah, he was. You know Ronnie is just the funniest guy." Harry looked at her, then
looked at Ron, as if waiting for a reaction.
"What?" Ron asked.
"You're going to let her do that?"
"Do what?"
"Call you Ronnie?"
"Why not?"
"You hate being called Ronnie. You've never let anyone call you Ronnie before, not even
Hermione or me. In fact, I think I remember you telling me about your mum calling you Ronnie,
and then something about soap and, well, maybe you remember the story better. You should tell
Sallie that story sometime. I think she'd really laugh at that." Harry gave Ron a knowing wink,
and then turned to look at Sallie.
Ron glared at Harry pointedly, then shrugged. "Well, you guys never really laughed at my jokes,
not even my mum. Only Sallie here appreciates the value of my humor." Harry rolled his eyes
and barely contained a laugh. "I think I've really found my audience." He glanced in Sallie's
direction.
"Well, audience or no audience, we've got Defence Against the Dark Arts next and there's
another new professor," Harry said sarcastically.
"Well that's a surprise," Ron said.
"Let me guess: new professor every year. It's the same way at Salem, they never stick around.
One went to work here my first year, man by the name of Lockhart. Now he was a dumb cow,
what a stupid heifer. He said he had to leave us because he had gotten a call from your Ministry
of Magic and they wanted him to go on a top secret mission to rid some forest of some spider
thing, an Acromanto or something."
Harry and Ron both snorted. They'd met the Forbidden Forest's head Acromantula, Aragog, and
barely survived. Lockhart wouldn't have gone to him willingly if they paid him ten thousand
Galleons. "At least he left you with a valid excuse. Here, he had a rather bad run in with an
Obliviate charm. He's probably drooling on himself at St. Mungo's right now," Harry mused.
They all laughed hysterically as they started to leave the room.
"I just hope this professor isn't like Lockhart. No more pixies, please," Ron said.
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A/N: I know we've been moving the spacing around in the story a lot. We promise that this is
the end of the moving around. This is our first fan fiction here so we want it to be perfect.
Thanks to our reviewers so far. To everyone else: help us out.. R/R. sallieandbialk.
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she'd fare as a beater. Though this period had been divination for the last 3 years, they'd all
decided to drop the class. Three years with Trelawney had been quite enough. After lunch,
everyone split up again. Hermione had to go back to the library. She was closing in on the
perfect charm that she knew would be better than Sallie's indoor tempest. Neville went to find
Seamus and Dean. Harry needed to find Professor McGonagall to tell her that he had found a
new beater. That left Ron and Sallie.
"Do you want to go practice for Quidditch a little? I can show you what you'll need to know,
now that you're our newest team member," he said. She agreed, but their plans were foiled
when they found the Hufflepuff team already taking a few warm up laps on their brooms.
"Let's just go to the common room for a while," she said. He nodded and they walked
together silently. The room was empty when they got there and they both flopped down on the
couch. Ron looked at Sallie. "It was really cool, what you did to Draco."
"Yeah, you were right, he's an ass. I hope his face is all messed up now. Stupid funker," she
said. Ron laughed at Sallie. She bit her lip, then asked him, "What did Draco mean when he
asked if I was Hermione's replacement? Were you and Hermione an item? I could so picture
you two together."
He took a deep breath, then said, "Well, we weren't an 'item', whatever you mean by that. I
liked her, but she never liked me back."
"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that. You seem okay now though."
"Well, that's because I've found someone new."
He then leaned his head against Sallie's so that they were looking right into each other's eyes.
His hand slid over so that he was holding hers. She leaned in and brought her face to his. He
grabbed her head gently and pulled her lips to his. Sallie pushed back, almost fighting Ron for
the kiss. One thing she had to say for Salem: American cable television had taught her a lot. She
and Ron alternately gave kisses and took them, snuggled together on the common room couch.
When Sallie came up for air, she looked at Ron. His hair was all messy and his robe was
rumpled. She took a deep breath and thought about what had just happened. She was about to
ask just that when Ron beat her to the punch.
"What just happened?" he asked.
She laughed nervously. "You tell me, because I don't know." She laughed and leaned her head
on the couch. In the somewhat awkward silence, they heard approaching footsteps. Deciding to
cover up what had just happened; they straightened one another out and tried to make some light
conversation.
"So I read this book about pirates recently, but I don't think little kids should read it," Ron joked.
"Why not," she asked.
"Well, let me put it this way. If it were a Muggle movie, it would be rated ARRRRGH!" Ron
and Sallie howled with laughter, half-genuine, half part of the act.
They heard the footsteps enter the room and saw Harry, fresh from speaking with Professor
McGonagall. "Hey guys," Harry said. "Sallie, you're officially a member of the Gryffindor
Quidditch team. McGonagall approved you. She just wanted you to get a lot of practice in
before our first game. Ron wasn't telling you any of his stupid jokes again, was he?"
"Yeah, he was. You know Ronnie is just the funniest guy." Harry looked at her, then
looked at Ron, as if waiting for a reaction.
"What?" Ron asked.
"You're going to let her do that?"
"Do what?"
"Call you Ronnie?"
"Why not?"
"You hate being called Ronnie. You've never let anyone call you Ronnie before, not even
Hermione or me. In fact, I think I remember you telling me about your mum calling you Ronnie,
and then something about soap and, well, maybe you remember the story better. You should tell
Sallie that story sometime. I think she'd really laugh at that." Harry gave Ron a knowing wink,
and then turned to look at Sallie.
Ron glared at Harry pointedly, then shrugged. "Well, you guys never really laughed at my jokes,
not even my mum. Only Sallie here appreciates the value of my humor." Harry rolled his eyes
and barely contained a laugh. "I think I've really found my audience." He glanced in Sallie's
direction.
"Well, audience or no audience, we've got Defence Against the Dark Arts next and there's
another new professor," Harry said sarcastically.
"Well that's a surprise," Ron said.
"Let me guess: new professor every year. It's the same way at Salem, they never stick around.
One went to work here my first year, man by the name of Lockhart. Now he was a dumb cow,
what a stupid heifer. He said he had to leave us because he had gotten a call from your Ministry
of Magic and they wanted him to go on a top secret mission to rid some forest of some spider
thing, an Acromanto or something."
Harry and Ron both snorted. They'd met the Forbidden Forest's head Acromantula, Aragog, and
barely survived. Lockhart wouldn't have gone to him willingly if they paid him ten thousand
Galleons. "At least he left you with a valid excuse. Here, he had a rather bad run in with an
Obliviate charm. He's probably drooling on himself at St. Mungo's right now," Harry mused.
They all laughed hysterically as they started to leave the room.
"I just hope this professor isn't like Lockhart. No more pixies, please," Ron said.
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A/N: I know we've been moving the spacing around in the story a lot. We promise that this is
the end of the moving around. This is our first fan fiction here so we want it to be perfect.
Thanks to our reviewers so far. To everyone else: help us out.. R/R. sallieandbialk.
**************************************************************************** **