Friends...I Guess
Disclaimer: Seeing as how I haven't made one of these yet, I'll put it here, and it can stand for the WHOLE story. I refuse to put it in every chapter because...well...that's just stupid. If you think I'm trying to steal any characters, this is where you find your proof that I'm NOT! Okay, here goes: It is unfortunate to say that I own none of the Harry Potter characters. I made up the PLOT, but that's it. I should say, though, that I wish I owned Ron...oh baby...
Author's Note: Thanks sooo much to everyone who reviewed! I really wasn't expecting so much feedback from this fic, and I'm REALLY enjoying it! Keep it up! Anyways, here's the next chapter, and I should warn you now this story is nowhere close to being done. I seem to go way off my little outline-in-my-head thingie. Oh well. You guys like it anyway, right? R&R!
Chapter 4
~Ron's Point Of View~
Four hours later, I struggled to drag my body over to the benches near the Gryffindor locker room, and collapsed. Harry, however, was smiling from ear to ear and looked as if he could bounce off the walls...that is, if it weren't for the fact that we were outside. I had just finished a grueling pre-tryout session where the entire Gryffindor Quidditch team observed the hopeful participants. At first, it had been a little nerve-wracking to see that about 18 people turned out to compete for the only position available on the team...Keeper...but as soon as we pushed into the air, I realized that not many of them could even compare to my ability. I wasn't about to jump to any conclusions, but I was just grasping the knowledge of how much it helped the previous summer to have Harry give me hints. I had really improved!
Apparantly, due to Harry's extreme excitement and his habit of pounding me on the back, he and the rest of the team felt the same way. They had all crowded around me, smiling and congradulating me until Harry noticed the other players staring at us with jealousy. He cleared his throat and stepped back. Eventually, the rest of the team joined him, and he began to address the entire group.
"You all did a wonderful job, and it will be a difficult decision. Unfortunately, we only have one position available. If it were up to me, I would have all of you on this team," Harry smirked at me, and I snorted loudly. "Well, as you know, the actual try-outs will be held tomorrow night at 7:00, right after the Hogsmeade trip. I'm trusting that you all will save your energy for then, and not on shopping." At this point, I laughed out loud. Harry's little pep-talk was reminding me a lot of Professor Dumbledore. He glared at me, then continued. "ANYWAY...as soon as the decision is made after that, the new team-member will be notified on Monday morning during owl post. Good luck!"
There was some splattered applause, but mostly, people were slowly getting up from their tired positions, and gathering their things before heading back toward the Common Room. A few minutes later, everyone was gone, except for Harry and I. He finished shuffling some papers, and he turned toward me. I raised and eyebrow, and he shrugged. "It's in the bag."
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The next morning, it seemed that every single person who was a third year or higher had made their ways into Hogsmeade. It was a clear day, the skies a crystal blue, and the wind blew every now and then just to remind us that autumn was on the way. The weather reminded me a lot of the Burrow at this time of the year, and I smiled. Everyone seemed so giddy with excitement with just being out of school, that the streets were filled with noise, not to mention INSIDE the stores.
Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and I were walking side by side with the two girls between Harry and I. Of course, I'd been the lucky one to actually stand by Hermione. I had a sneaking suspicion, though, that Harry was equally as eager to stand next to Ginny, which gave me a wave of nausea. I was in no hurry to picture my little sister with my best friend...ugh.
I seemed to slowly come out of my thoughts, and I heard something about Quidditch from Harry's direction, and it immediately caught my attention.
"I think I need some more gloves. Mine are absolutely torn to pieces. Maybe that new shop will have some?" Harry asked Ginny.
"Yeah, probably." Ginny shrugged.
"It was like ice out there last night, I couldn't believe-" Harry stopped short, realizing what he was saying, even after I'd asked him not to mention it.
"Last night? Hey, that's right! Where were you two?" Hermione's attention seemed caught as well, and I braced myself.
"Hey! There it is! Come on, Ginny, let's go." Harry was pointing to the new Quidditch shop, and he hastily grabbed her wrist and pulled her behind him.
Hermione and I both watched them go until she turned to me. "Did you want to go in?" she asked, thrusting her thumb over her shoulder.
"Nah, there's nothing I really need from in there right now..." My voice trailed off. I simply didn't want to tell her that I didn't want to go in there because of what else Harry might let slip.
She raised an eyebrow, then shrugged and continued to walk.
I kept up next to her, and we window shopped for a while in comfortable silence. I had just spotted a new pair of gloves in the window that were able to stretch your fingers to any length you needed, when I felt Hermione shiver next to me. My gaze slid over to her face, and although she looked perfectly adorable with her eyes bright and cheeks pink from the chill, I could see that her teeth were chattering. "Cold?"
She grinned and nodded. "A little," she said with an embarrassed laugh. "But it's okay."
I laughed and stepped in front of her, rubbing my hands up and down her arms quickly, trying to warm her up. "Yeah, it's okay. No problem. You die from frostbite, no big deal."
She rolled her eyes, but continued to smile. Her chattering had slowed considerably, and I was surprised when she took another step toward me, almost completely closing the space between us. "Thanks." she murmured.
"Anytime." My hands had drifted from her arms to her back, and I pulled her into me, surprising even myself. Her arms wrapped around my waist, and I felt dangerously close to sighing with contentment. After what seemed like forever, I pulled back a bit. "Want a Butterbeer? My treat."
She smiled widely and nodded eagerly. "Mmm, I don't think that's ever sounded so good!" She grabbed my hand, and pulled me, just like Harry had done to Ginny, toward the Three Broomsticks.
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A/N: AHHHHHH! Sorry this chapter is so short. And to all you loyal readers: these chapters will be coming much quicker now! I've been EXTRA EXTRA busy, but in two weeks, it'll all be over, so I can have more free time! And we all know what that means. MORE FANFICS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ahem.
Anyways, thanks to all who have read! And please: review. It's for the good of the people.
Amen!
Disclaimer: Seeing as how I haven't made one of these yet, I'll put it here, and it can stand for the WHOLE story. I refuse to put it in every chapter because...well...that's just stupid. If you think I'm trying to steal any characters, this is where you find your proof that I'm NOT! Okay, here goes: It is unfortunate to say that I own none of the Harry Potter characters. I made up the PLOT, but that's it. I should say, though, that I wish I owned Ron...oh baby...
Author's Note: Thanks sooo much to everyone who reviewed! I really wasn't expecting so much feedback from this fic, and I'm REALLY enjoying it! Keep it up! Anyways, here's the next chapter, and I should warn you now this story is nowhere close to being done. I seem to go way off my little outline-in-my-head thingie. Oh well. You guys like it anyway, right? R&R!
Chapter 4
~Ron's Point Of View~
Four hours later, I struggled to drag my body over to the benches near the Gryffindor locker room, and collapsed. Harry, however, was smiling from ear to ear and looked as if he could bounce off the walls...that is, if it weren't for the fact that we were outside. I had just finished a grueling pre-tryout session where the entire Gryffindor Quidditch team observed the hopeful participants. At first, it had been a little nerve-wracking to see that about 18 people turned out to compete for the only position available on the team...Keeper...but as soon as we pushed into the air, I realized that not many of them could even compare to my ability. I wasn't about to jump to any conclusions, but I was just grasping the knowledge of how much it helped the previous summer to have Harry give me hints. I had really improved!
Apparantly, due to Harry's extreme excitement and his habit of pounding me on the back, he and the rest of the team felt the same way. They had all crowded around me, smiling and congradulating me until Harry noticed the other players staring at us with jealousy. He cleared his throat and stepped back. Eventually, the rest of the team joined him, and he began to address the entire group.
"You all did a wonderful job, and it will be a difficult decision. Unfortunately, we only have one position available. If it were up to me, I would have all of you on this team," Harry smirked at me, and I snorted loudly. "Well, as you know, the actual try-outs will be held tomorrow night at 7:00, right after the Hogsmeade trip. I'm trusting that you all will save your energy for then, and not on shopping." At this point, I laughed out loud. Harry's little pep-talk was reminding me a lot of Professor Dumbledore. He glared at me, then continued. "ANYWAY...as soon as the decision is made after that, the new team-member will be notified on Monday morning during owl post. Good luck!"
There was some splattered applause, but mostly, people were slowly getting up from their tired positions, and gathering their things before heading back toward the Common Room. A few minutes later, everyone was gone, except for Harry and I. He finished shuffling some papers, and he turned toward me. I raised and eyebrow, and he shrugged. "It's in the bag."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The next morning, it seemed that every single person who was a third year or higher had made their ways into Hogsmeade. It was a clear day, the skies a crystal blue, and the wind blew every now and then just to remind us that autumn was on the way. The weather reminded me a lot of the Burrow at this time of the year, and I smiled. Everyone seemed so giddy with excitement with just being out of school, that the streets were filled with noise, not to mention INSIDE the stores.
Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and I were walking side by side with the two girls between Harry and I. Of course, I'd been the lucky one to actually stand by Hermione. I had a sneaking suspicion, though, that Harry was equally as eager to stand next to Ginny, which gave me a wave of nausea. I was in no hurry to picture my little sister with my best friend...ugh.
I seemed to slowly come out of my thoughts, and I heard something about Quidditch from Harry's direction, and it immediately caught my attention.
"I think I need some more gloves. Mine are absolutely torn to pieces. Maybe that new shop will have some?" Harry asked Ginny.
"Yeah, probably." Ginny shrugged.
"It was like ice out there last night, I couldn't believe-" Harry stopped short, realizing what he was saying, even after I'd asked him not to mention it.
"Last night? Hey, that's right! Where were you two?" Hermione's attention seemed caught as well, and I braced myself.
"Hey! There it is! Come on, Ginny, let's go." Harry was pointing to the new Quidditch shop, and he hastily grabbed her wrist and pulled her behind him.
Hermione and I both watched them go until she turned to me. "Did you want to go in?" she asked, thrusting her thumb over her shoulder.
"Nah, there's nothing I really need from in there right now..." My voice trailed off. I simply didn't want to tell her that I didn't want to go in there because of what else Harry might let slip.
She raised an eyebrow, then shrugged and continued to walk.
I kept up next to her, and we window shopped for a while in comfortable silence. I had just spotted a new pair of gloves in the window that were able to stretch your fingers to any length you needed, when I felt Hermione shiver next to me. My gaze slid over to her face, and although she looked perfectly adorable with her eyes bright and cheeks pink from the chill, I could see that her teeth were chattering. "Cold?"
She grinned and nodded. "A little," she said with an embarrassed laugh. "But it's okay."
I laughed and stepped in front of her, rubbing my hands up and down her arms quickly, trying to warm her up. "Yeah, it's okay. No problem. You die from frostbite, no big deal."
She rolled her eyes, but continued to smile. Her chattering had slowed considerably, and I was surprised when she took another step toward me, almost completely closing the space between us. "Thanks." she murmured.
"Anytime." My hands had drifted from her arms to her back, and I pulled her into me, surprising even myself. Her arms wrapped around my waist, and I felt dangerously close to sighing with contentment. After what seemed like forever, I pulled back a bit. "Want a Butterbeer? My treat."
She smiled widely and nodded eagerly. "Mmm, I don't think that's ever sounded so good!" She grabbed my hand, and pulled me, just like Harry had done to Ginny, toward the Three Broomsticks.
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A/N: AHHHHHH! Sorry this chapter is so short. And to all you loyal readers: these chapters will be coming much quicker now! I've been EXTRA EXTRA busy, but in two weeks, it'll all be over, so I can have more free time! And we all know what that means. MORE FANFICS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ahem.
Anyways, thanks to all who have read! And please: review. It's for the good of the people.
Amen!