Ron slowly walked into the room. "What's going on?" He asked
hesitantly. Harry turned and smiled. "Hermione remembered my name!" He
said. Ron's face lit up. "Hermione! That's great!" He rushed over to
them. Harry stepped back so the two could hug. Over his shoulder,
Hermione mouthed the word "who?" "Ron" Harry mouthed back. "R-Ron"
Hermione said weakly. "Harry smiled and gave her a thumbs up. Ron was
delighted. "Hermione, I'm so proud of you! You remember us!" Hermione
rolled her eyes and smiled. "Yeah.." She trailed off. "Hey! Let's go to
Hosmeade this weekend! To celebrate!" Harry said gently. Hermione looked
confused. "You'll remember when we get there!" Ron said. "First, let's go
to dinner." The group all headed down to the great room.
People were surprised to see them all together. Many stepped out of their way, as Ron, Harry, and Hermione went to sit at the Gryffindor table. As it turned out Stephanie and Tyler ended up sitting down right in front of them. At first it was awkward, watching the two of them flirt. But soon conversation relaxed as Ron and Harry retold Hermione of the events that took place the year before. That night, all three of them went to bed refreshed and tired.
Unfortunately Ron couldn't fall asleep. He tossed and turned all night, and Harry's snoring wasn't helping. Ron kept thinking about the football team. He had tryouts tomorrow, and he knew he needed his sleep, but it wasn't happening. He was tempted to get up and grab his wand, and put a spell on himself, but then he remembered what his professor of AP Spells and Curses said to him. "Sleeping spell may seem like the answer, but you won't wake up refreshed, it will still feel like you've been awake all night!"
Instead, Ron got up, grabbed his football, and Harry's invisibility cloak. He changed out of his robes into some basketball shorts and a T-shirt. He slipped out of the room, and sneaked past the sleeping portrait. Soon he found himself out on the football field. "Luminos" he whispered, and his wand lit up. He practiced bouncing the black and white ball from one knee to the other, then from his ankles. He dribbled the ball up and down the field, practiced kicking into the corners of the goals, and ran all sorts of drills. Finally, he found himself getting tired, so he packed up and headed toward the looming castle. When he got back to Gryffindor, he showered quickly, and ran to his room. He slid into bed, and soon fell asleep.
"DONG DONG DONG DONG." The school's morning bells were ringing. Ron groaned and sat up. He rubbed his head, and smoothed his red hair forward. Harry was already gone. Ron hurriedly changed into his school robes and ran downstairs to breakfast. He found Harry and Hermione already at a table. He ate a quick breakfast, and ran out to the football field.
He was surprised to see that no one was there yet. He threw off his cloak and began stretching. Soon, others began to arrive. He recognized Tyler Johnson, Erich Vargaz, and Mark Rubick. They were all Gryffindors. A few others looked familiar as well. After a while, Ron realized that he could beat a lot of these guys. It only made him work harder.
The guys all had to run a bunch of laps, and then do many of the drills Ron practiced the night before. He breezed through them, as if to say "In your face Withers!" Finally they were allowed to take a water break. One of the larger boys, Ron later found out it was Chad Weitz from Hufflepuff, Threw up all over the bench that many of the boys were sitting on. They all jumped up. "Dude that's sick!" Peter Bombarra cried. Peter was an exchange student from America and was very good at soccer. A lot of girls liked him, and he was usually very friendly, but the tension was getting to everyone.
Finally, when try-outs were over, a majority of the guys went up to the infirmary to see Madam Pomfrey. "Ron!" It was the head coach, Professor Formsma. He had most of his students call him Chris, except the ones he didn't like had to call him by his respected name. Ron hesitantly walked over to him. "I'm impressed!" the professor mused. "Well thanks sir." Ron smiled, and hitched his bag up on his shoulder. "I think you have talent, I wouldn't be surprised if you made Varsity." Ron's eyes widened, "Are you serious?" he blurted out. "Well yeah, with a hustle like yours and the concentration you have, you'll be a shoo-in!" Ron laughed aloud, he couldn't stop himself. "Thanks Professor Formsma! You won't regret this!" He cried. "No problem Weasley, and Ron? Call me Chris!" Professor Formsma smiled.
People were surprised to see them all together. Many stepped out of their way, as Ron, Harry, and Hermione went to sit at the Gryffindor table. As it turned out Stephanie and Tyler ended up sitting down right in front of them. At first it was awkward, watching the two of them flirt. But soon conversation relaxed as Ron and Harry retold Hermione of the events that took place the year before. That night, all three of them went to bed refreshed and tired.
Unfortunately Ron couldn't fall asleep. He tossed and turned all night, and Harry's snoring wasn't helping. Ron kept thinking about the football team. He had tryouts tomorrow, and he knew he needed his sleep, but it wasn't happening. He was tempted to get up and grab his wand, and put a spell on himself, but then he remembered what his professor of AP Spells and Curses said to him. "Sleeping spell may seem like the answer, but you won't wake up refreshed, it will still feel like you've been awake all night!"
Instead, Ron got up, grabbed his football, and Harry's invisibility cloak. He changed out of his robes into some basketball shorts and a T-shirt. He slipped out of the room, and sneaked past the sleeping portrait. Soon he found himself out on the football field. "Luminos" he whispered, and his wand lit up. He practiced bouncing the black and white ball from one knee to the other, then from his ankles. He dribbled the ball up and down the field, practiced kicking into the corners of the goals, and ran all sorts of drills. Finally, he found himself getting tired, so he packed up and headed toward the looming castle. When he got back to Gryffindor, he showered quickly, and ran to his room. He slid into bed, and soon fell asleep.
"DONG DONG DONG DONG." The school's morning bells were ringing. Ron groaned and sat up. He rubbed his head, and smoothed his red hair forward. Harry was already gone. Ron hurriedly changed into his school robes and ran downstairs to breakfast. He found Harry and Hermione already at a table. He ate a quick breakfast, and ran out to the football field.
He was surprised to see that no one was there yet. He threw off his cloak and began stretching. Soon, others began to arrive. He recognized Tyler Johnson, Erich Vargaz, and Mark Rubick. They were all Gryffindors. A few others looked familiar as well. After a while, Ron realized that he could beat a lot of these guys. It only made him work harder.
The guys all had to run a bunch of laps, and then do many of the drills Ron practiced the night before. He breezed through them, as if to say "In your face Withers!" Finally they were allowed to take a water break. One of the larger boys, Ron later found out it was Chad Weitz from Hufflepuff, Threw up all over the bench that many of the boys were sitting on. They all jumped up. "Dude that's sick!" Peter Bombarra cried. Peter was an exchange student from America and was very good at soccer. A lot of girls liked him, and he was usually very friendly, but the tension was getting to everyone.
Finally, when try-outs were over, a majority of the guys went up to the infirmary to see Madam Pomfrey. "Ron!" It was the head coach, Professor Formsma. He had most of his students call him Chris, except the ones he didn't like had to call him by his respected name. Ron hesitantly walked over to him. "I'm impressed!" the professor mused. "Well thanks sir." Ron smiled, and hitched his bag up on his shoulder. "I think you have talent, I wouldn't be surprised if you made Varsity." Ron's eyes widened, "Are you serious?" he blurted out. "Well yeah, with a hustle like yours and the concentration you have, you'll be a shoo-in!" Ron laughed aloud, he couldn't stop himself. "Thanks Professor Formsma! You won't regret this!" He cried. "No problem Weasley, and Ron? Call me Chris!" Professor Formsma smiled.
