A/N: Thank you thank you thank you to my reviewers: Magnolia Lane, Genie FF03, los81, pinkchicklet, and tylah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You guys rock!!!!!!!! Thanks for the ideas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay, on with the story:
Ron fell into a dreamless slumber, which he hadn't had in quite some time. It was just what he needed. He woke up the next morning feeling wonderful. He woke Harry up. "Common, lets go play some Quidditch now, before Hermione wakes up and insists we do homework!" I may love her, but Quidditch is important too, right? Besides, you gotta admit that her study force does get a little out of hand sometimes thought Ron. Harry agreed, and quickly got dressed in muggle clothes because it was Saturday and there was no need to wear robes. He grabbed his Firebolt from his trunk and set off with Ron to the Quidditch pitch
Ron and Harry flew around the pitch a few times, and then Harry opened the equipment shed and got out the Quaffle. He practiced shooting on Ron, who was improving with every practice. I'm getting so much better, in no time people will begin to recognize me as a great Quidditch player. Maybe I will be renamed team captain!! Ron felt a pang of guilt when he realized that that would mean Harry was no longer the Captain. Maybe we can be co-captains! Harry dropped the Quaffle and flew down to get it. Suddenly a bludger went whizzing by Ron. "I thought you said you weren't going to let the bloody things out!" Ron screamed to Harry, who was retrieving the Quaffle from when it had fallen below. "I didn't," said Harry, really confused. He looked around and then saw who was causing the problem.
"Clear the field Potty and Weasel, we have practice!" shouted Malfoy. Harry looked at Ron and they both sighed. Why couldn't Malfoy just leave them alone! They flew down to meet the Slytherin team. "We don't really feel like clearing out, do we Harry?" Ron asked. Harry caught on and said, "Nah, we're gonna stay a while, we were enjoying our flight until these snakes came along." Malfoy glared. "Well then, why don't you two try and beat the house of Slytherin? Losers are subject to whatever the winners decide." "You're on!" Harry and Ron said together.
"Okay, here we go, if you catch the snitch, you win automatically no matter what the score is. You can score with the Quaffle if you'd like, but you'd be wasting your time, the snitch is what counts." "Wait a sec, we're outnumbered, you can only have 2 or 3 players against us, not 7!" "Fine, it's me, Goyle, and Parkinson then!" Malfoy smirked. (A/N: sorry, but I forget if Pansy plays Quidditch! I'm sorry if she doesn't!) Harry and Ron both laughed inwardly. They knew that Malfoy was going to pick Crabbe or Goyle when they said that Slytherin could have 3 players and they thought of it as an advantage since Goyle was so thick it was more like having one less player than one more!
Crabbe released the snitch and threw up the Quaffle and the game began. Ron and Pansy had a small struggle over the Quaffle, but then abandoned it because the points it scored didn't matter. So Ron took a beater's bat and not only kept Harry from being killed by a Bludger, but helped him to search for the golden snitch. Malfoy and Harry were having no luck finding the snitch. At one point they were neck to neck chasing the snitch, but it seemed to disappear as fast as it arrived. They continued playing until the sun was overhead, neither team wishing to give up. Ron was worried that Hermione would be worried about him and Harry, but was relieved when she came out and watched. She looked a little annoyed that they weren't doing homework, and she brought her DADA homework with her to do. After a couple hours of searching, Harry went into a very fast and controlled dive and Malfoy followed. He pulled out of the dive and Malfoy crashed into the ground. Ron chuckled at the sight of Malfoy covered in blood and dirt, cursing at Harry. What he didn't see was Harry speeding down the field. He easily caught the snitch and started yelling. Ron turned around and just as he saw Harry with the snitch, a bludger came out of nowhere and whammed his face squarely. He felt the great impact and before he even hit the ground there was blackness surrounding him…
A/N: Sorry it's so short, but I just came out of a writers block and am slowly returning to the state of being able to write in large quantities, and also I wanted to leave some suspense as to what will happen to Ron…
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