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Harry! Harry wake up!!! We're going to be late!!

Harry's eyes snapped open, Ron was franticly rummaging in his trunk, trying to find his wand. Ron threw Harry's clothes at him.

Hurry up Harry!! We're going to be late for Charms! Harry grabbed his clothes, and hurriedly got dressed. Grabbing their books, they tore down the stairs and nearly knocked over a prefect as they jumped out of the portrait of the Fat Lady. Yelling apologies over his shoulder, Harry pulled a secret lever right by the staircase, opening a passageway and went through it, Ron at his heels.

Breathless, they walked into the Charms classroom, and sat down at a table. Prof. Flitwick saw they had arrived and squeaked, You're late boys! Today we will be studying the history of wand making, dating back to the very early days of wizarding. Please, make yourselves into groups of three.
Ron, Harry and Seamus were partners, but they sat themselves next to Lavender, Hermione and Parvati were sitting. They asked the girls obvious questions, and every time they ended up telling the boys the answer. Prof Flitwick kept looking their way, and troddling over to see the progress. Harry just nodded whenever Flitwick asked a question, and surprisingly enough, Flitwick was so amazed at Harry's on the subject, he awarded 50 points to Gryffindor. They all cheered, knowing that put them back in the lead for the House Cup race. Gryffindor 245, Ravenclaw 220, Hufflepuff, 200 and Slytherin only managing 199!! Ron gave Harry a high five, and they laughed

After class, they headed over to Transfiguration, where they avoided trying the Mobility spell, and instead, Professor McGonagall had them practice changing small objects into slightly larger ones. Like a quill into a book, and back. Fortunately, McGonagall kept a stern eye on Ron, who actually did pretty well, earning 20 points for Gryffindor. Grinning and patting each other on the back, Harry, Ron, Hermione and the rest of the Gryffindor's headed down stairs for lunch.

On the third floor however, something Harry wished wasn't there appeared, floating in front of them. Ron yelled,

Put the statue down, and get out of the way Peeves! Peeves blew a wet raspberry at them, dropped the statue of Merlin, and swooped at them cackling. Ron pulled out his wand, along with every Gryffindor, and aimed it at Peeves.

Get lost you annoying poltergeist! You're lucky Dumbledore hasn't thrown you out! Harry knew that Ron had definitely said the wrong thing, but didn't say anything, knowing what had to be done.

On three! Harry yelled. ONE! TWO! THREE! The full force of 50 wands shooting various spells hit Peeves hard. He turned into a chicken, grew tentacles, horns, then turned back into himself, but continuing changing shape and color. It was like watching a chameleon go crazy. Peeves' eye's bulged as he ballooned to an enormous size, and shoot off up the stairs, yelling curses, before baaing like a goat. Gryffindor's let up a great cheer, along with everyone else on the floor, feeling extremely proud with themselves. Peeves had been in the castle as long as anyone could remember, and no one had ever gotten the better of him, so this was quite a big deal. Grinning widely, they ran down the remaining stairs, causing teachers and students to poke their heads out of the classroom, wondering if a duel was going on.

When they entered Great Hall, Fred and George stood up and yelled,
HERE ENTER THE BRAVE SOULS THAT HAVE VANQUISHED THE DEVILRY KNOWN AS PEEVES!!!

Mostly everyone stood up and clapped, excluding Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, who scowled in Harry's direction. Smirking, Harry sat down with Hermione and Ron on either side of him. They were given extra portions, which Ron accepted all too willingly. People eventually sat down, and went back to their lunch. Hermione held her side as she laughed at Ron stuffing his mouth full of all the food he had received. His mouth was overflowing, but that didn't stop Ron from trying to eat more. Harry slapped Ron on the back, practically making him spew, which made Hermione dissolve into another fit of laughter. Ron glared at Harry, until he had swallowed and could speak.

Are you mad? I nearly choked! Harry looked at Hermione, who snorted.

As if thats MY fault? I'm not the one trying stuffing himself full of food! I was only helping you, so you wouldn't choke! Ron rolled his eyes.

Oh gee, all's forgiven, after all you were thinking in my best interest and all... Ron picked up an Eclair and nibbled on it, thinking reflectively. Hermione wiped her eyes and looked at him.

Whatcha thinkin' about? She put her head on her arms, and took a bite out of her grilled cheese sandwich. Ron looked at her for a while before answering,

Just about tonight, how Snape's going to kill me, and how I need to practice for the try outs before hand. Harry noticed that Ron's gaze never left Hermione, and Harry felt a feeling he'd never felt before, burning deep inside him, like an uncontrollable wrath: jealousy. But he consoled himself that Hermione didn't look at Ron back. Ron turned away, his jaw clenched, looking at Harry, who then shook his head. Ron sighed, and took a drink from his pumpkin juice, and made a face.

Ug, that tastes terrible! Ron set down his goblet, and clutched his stomach. Hermione looked at Ron with concern.

You ok?

Yeah, yeah I'll be fine But it seemed to Harry Ron was far from fine.

The day dragged by, as Harry kept checking Ron's watch. Finally, their last class, Care of Magical Creatures, instructed by a newly educated Rebeus Hagrid, was over. Dumbledore kindly that Hagrid study more about Magical Creatures, before he continue teaching how to care for them. Hagrid picked up a degree, and is respected for his intelligence, instead of being feared of him, his mum being a giantess.

The lesson had been taught outside, near the forest, and tables were set up next to Hagrid's cabin. As they gathered up their books(non-biting), Hagrid sidled over to Harry, Ron and Hermione's table. Harry looked up into Hagrid's hairy face, and grinned.

Hullo Hagrid! Hermione and Ron both said their hellos, craning their neck to see Hagrid. Hagrid beamed down at them.

Hullo there! Aven't eard from you lot in a while. Ow was yer summer vacation you three?
Harry shouldered his book bag, stuffing in his Divination homework.

Pretty good, Dursley's were awful, so Ron invited me over to the Burrow the first week of school. Hagrid nodded.

An' you two? They headed up to the castle, talking about the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, how Prof. Trelawney predicted that Harry would die in a freak pudding accident, and what Hagrid did over the summer. They didn't have much luck getting Hagrid to talk. He avoided every question they asked, maintaining that this was top secret stuff and Dumbledore was trusting him, and he wouldn't go against Dumbledore's trust. They gave up and started planning on what to do on the next Hogsmeade weekend. On the second floor, Ron doubled up, and fell to the floor, his face a mask of pain. But after a few minutes, Ron got up, wiping his brow, and giving Harry and Hermione a reassuring smile. Harry and Hermione looked at each other with worried looks.

It had started snowing, and as 7 o'clock came ever nearer, the Quidditch team and hopefuls alike grew more excited and anxious. Harry and Ron sat, relaxing with a game of wizarding chess. Harry looked around the room, when Ron was planning his next move, looking at all the people holding broom sticks, and two things occurred to him: One of these people would be Gryffindor's newest Keeper, and he would be playing with on the game against Ravenclaw. Also, Ron had no broom. How could he afford one? He couldn't borrow Harry's, seeing as they would both be on the same team. Maybe McGonagall would get him one, or the staff. After all they did get him his Nimbus 2000. Ron looked around and seemed to be thinking the same thing. Then it came time to go. Grabbing his Firebolt and straightening his Quidditch robes, Harry and Ron joined the tide of people going through the entrance. Harry pushed his way to the front, to join the other people on the team: Fred and George Weasley, Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, and Alicia Spinnet. Together they led the mob down to the Quidditch field.

Mounting, they all took off into the air, except for the ones trying out. Harry soared into the air, before chasing Fred around the field, then turned quickly around and both Fred and George started chasing him. Angelina stayed on the ground, instructing how it would work and what to do: She would select four people at one time, to ride up to the goal posts, two to each side, and Katie and Alicia would try scoring on them, a total of six throws. They would then be narrowed down and have to play against the other members of the team.

Harry looked down at Ron, and gave him the thumbs up. Ron, from what he could see of him, nervously smiled and gave Harry the thumbs up back. Now was Ron's chance to prove himself..
******** Yaaayy! ^0^ I went thru all my chapters and edited them! Hopefully less little mistakes! Please r&r!!!