When Ron got back to his dorm room, Harry was sitting on his bed, flipping through a magazine. "Guess what!" Ron said excitedly. "I'm on varsity!" Harry looked up "Good job Ron" he said calmly. "Good job?!?" Ron exclaimed, "I've never even played on a real team!" He was practically trembling.

"Look Ron, I'm really excited for you, believe me, but I'm really nervous about some stuff right now"

"Excuse me?"

"Ron I-"

"You know what Harry? It's always about you, isn't it?"

"Ron!"

"ISN'T IT?"

Ron turned and stormed out of the room. He didn't know what was going on with Harry, but he was sick of being second to him. So Ron went off to find someone who would care. In the common room Parvati was sitting at one of the small tables surrounded by books. It was obvious she was studying, but Ron had no idea what it could be. They had just about every class together. Except when he had Potions II she had Madrigals. He sat across from her, when she looked up she did a double take. "H-hey Ron!" She grinned. "Hey Parvati! Guess what?" He smiled back. "I'm on varsity football!" "Oh Ron! That's awesome!" She jumped up and reached over the table to give him a hug. 'Hmm,' Ron though 'She smells good! Like roses and watermelon mixed. The hug lasted longer than necessary, and when it was over, Ron was a little disappointed. "So Parvati, I was thinking, maybe you'd like to go to Diagon with me this weekend?" He flinched, remembering what happened last time he said those words. "Sure Ron! I'd love to!" Ron opened his eyes and smiled. "It's a date then?" he asked. "It's a date!" Parvati was beaming.

Ron was still smiling when he went back to his room, he knew Harry was there, he knew Harry would be mad, he also knew he really didn't care. Ron was finally moving up on the ladder, and NOTHING could knock him down! Harry was already sleeping, so Ron quietly changed into his pajamas, and slid into bed.

"Ron! Wake up! Ron! We're there!" Ron opened his eyes. "Wha-a?" He said, still groggy. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Get up" Ron glared at the person who was talking to him, it wasn't Harry. It was Seth Thompson. Now Ron was even more confused. Seth was one of the best football players in all of Great Britain; he chartered the Hogwarts team and had graduated with Percy. "Y-you're Seth Thompson!" He cried. "And you're Ron Weasly!" Seth shot back, grinning. "Are you ok?" He asked, sounding concerned. "Yeah, where are we?" Ron asked. He looked around and gathered that he was on a bus. All around him there were other guys packing up bags and talking some where doing simple stretches. "We're at the hotel, get your stuff together!" Seth said. He stood up and left Ron's seat to go to the front of the bus. He made an announcement about being quick, because they to be at the field in an hour. 'What Field?' Ron thought to himself. "Hey Weasly!" someone yelled. Ron turned around to see a blonde guy yelling to him. "We're room mates right? I have your cleats!" "Yeah.thanks" Ron said. Lots of guys were yelling back and forth now as the bus stopped in front of the biggest hotel he'd ever seen.

Soon everyone was checked in and Ron followed the Blonde guy up to their room. He later found out it was Nick Scalabrino from the United States. They quickly unpacked and Ron found a schedule mixed in with all the other unfamiliar stuff in his bag. "Soccer World Cup" he read aloud. "I love how that sounds!" Nick grinned. Ron smiled back, and looked at himself in the mirror, he was wearing a pair of dark khaki shorts and a black polo shirt. He looked over and Nick was changing into soccer shorts and a jersey. So Ron followed suit. And soon he was ready to go. They boarded the bus again, and soon they were at the stadium. Ron stepped off the bus and his jaw dropped open. He had never seen this many people in his life. There were more people here than at the Quidditch world cup! He recognized the flags over the stadium as Chinese. "So.china huh?" He said to Nick, trying to sound casual. "Beijing, man!" Nick laughed, and followed the rest of the team to the locker room. Ron realized he was alone now, so he ran to catch up with the rest of the team.

Ron played most of the game; it was the best he'd played in his entire life. The score remained close even up to the last part. It was tied 4-4 with 38 seconds to go, and Britain had the ball. Seth was dribbling it toward midfield. A Chinese player ran up and tried to steal the ball from Seth, but he passed it to Nick. 20 seconds. Nick dribbled up the field zig zagging back and forth between Beijing players. He was just about to pass it back to Seth when a Chinese player got it away. 15...14...Another British player regained the ball and passed it so Seth, who passed it to Nick. 8..7.. Nick passed it to Ron 4..3...Ron dribbled up to the net and kicked it as hard as he could. He stood anxiously as it seemed like time had slowed down. He watched the black and white ball sail past the goalie and hit the net. 1.. A buzzer sounded signaling the end of the game. "GOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAL!" The announcer yelled. "Ron Ron Ron Ron Ron Ron" the crowd began to chant. "GOOOOOOAAAAL! Ron screamed, as the team lifted him up. "GOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAL" He screamed again.

The team began to shake and Ron felt like he was going to fall. The crowed was getting louder, but it sounded like one person. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was looking into Harry's eyes. "Ron!" Harry laughed "You're going to wake up the whole dorm!" He was still laughing. Ron blinked and sat up. He was back in his old Griffindor room, and Harry was kneeling on the floor next to his bed. "Oh sorry Harry, I just h-h-h-a-a-a-a-d the best dream!" He yawned. Harry smiled. "Well keep it down and tell me about it later!" Harry turned and went back to bed. Ron smiled and rolled over, drifting off to sleep again.