Chapter Three: I Understand
July 17, 1995
Sorry that I didn't write yesterday. I was down in the village and I got home so late that I couldn't keep my eyes open. I did have a strange dream however. Almost as soon as soon as my head hit the pillow I was shot back to the day in fourth year when I first realized that she was beautiful. It was at the Yule Ball and it was like she just appeared there before my eyes. She almost seemed to be glowing and I was angry when I noticed that everyone in the great hall seemed to be looking at her. I was in a blind rage and I couldn't believe that I had let another boy get to her first. How could I have been so blind? There I was with her twin sister and all I could think of was her. My beautiful Pavarti. Then my dream took an odd turn and I was down in the village with Hermione and the hug came back to me. In the dream it was almost like there was something there that I couldn't see, almost like Hermione fancied me or something.
Well I'm glad that she doesn't because that would be all together strange. Bloody hell, mum has been yelling at me for the last ten minutes to come down and eat lunch. Well I suppose that I'll write later.
Ron hurried down to eat an egg salad sandwich that he could smell from the top of the tall stairs. The day before he had spent nearly an hour trying to convince his mom to buy him the drum set.
"No!" she had nearly shouted for the hundredth time, "We don't have the kind of money that your precious drums would cost and even if we did have 300 Galleons to burn we would spend it on something more worth while." Ron was in a foul mood for the rest of the day as was Mrs. Weasley.
Oh well, that was all over with and Harry and Ron had hatched a brilliant scheme to get the instruments and, ultimately, a band. Not that they could speak of it to anyone, of course, but all the same, they knew that it was a plan worthy of trying.
After Ron finished his lunch he and Harry decided that they were long overdue for a game of Quidditch. Hermione didn't mind as she was "Too busy studying to go flying around madly on a broomstick" and frankly the two were relieved not to have to explain the rules to her.
"So Harry, isn't there an opening on the Gryffindor team this year? I've been practicing ever since wood left Hogwarts two years ago," Ron said casually.
"Come to think of it, yea. I wonder who the captain will be this year though?" Harry and Ron both pondered this as they walked up the hill to the small patch of apple trees. There was a significant change from the last time Harry and Ron had practiced here. For one, Ron had set up makeshift goalposts for keeper practice and there was a football lying on the ground to replace the Quaffle. Secondly, there were what looked like two muggle baseball bats and another football for beater practice along with a bucket of golf balls.
"See, Fred and George and me decided to set up a practice pitch this summer before Hermione and you arrived so that we can keep in condition. I've been getting awesome at playing keeper," Ron told Harry excitedly.
"This is great," said Harry, looking around at the pitch, "Now we can really practice. Want me to throw you a few balls so you can practice blocking?"
"Sure," replied Ron, hopping on his old broom and flying up in front of the goalposts as Harry grabbed the football and flew up to face him.
After nearly half an hour of keeper practice Ron was exhausted but still blocking every shot at the goals. He finally called a timeout and decided to help Harry out at seeker practice. Harry caught even the wildest throws from Ron though he was still a little rusty after a whole year off of Quidditch. Around 5:00 they heard Mrs. Weasley calling them for dinner and went back down the hill, tired and a little sore. Hermione, much to their amusement, was still in Ginny's room studying and was nearly half way through her Arithmancy text book, avidly taking notes, which she already had 15 pages of.
"Gee Hermione, think you have enough notes?" Harry laughed.
"Yea Hermione, you know that they teach you all those things at Hogwarts, right?" agreed Ron.
"Oh you two, is it time for dinner yet? I think I could use a break from all this studying anyway." Harry and Ron made fun of Hermione all the way down to the kitchen where Mrs. Weasley was serving pork roast and boiled potatoes.
That night, while Hermione was studying, Ron and Harry spoke in near whispers of their plan.
"This is gonna be great Harry! All we need to do is get jobs in Diagon Alley."
"Small Jobs of course. Just summer jobs that we can handle."
"And then, by the end of the summer, when we have our final paycheck, we can go to the music store and get the drums and the guitar!" Ron looked as if he were seeing it exactly as it were happening.
"But only the cheapest ones to start out with," reminded Harry.
"And then, when we get really good and have a band,"
"And have enough money saved up," they looked at each other, smiles growing on their faces, "World famous!" they shouted in unison.
"What are you two making all this commotion about?" asked Hermione, leaning against Ron's doorframe. Her hair had grown all the way to her waist since first year and the weight of it had caused the once bushy hair to fall in soft curls. Her face was slightly flushed from the climb up to the top floor and, Ron thought to himself, she looked almost like Pavarti from a distance. "Well what is it then, I know you aren't just shouting about nothing so spill it," she said in her sternest voice.
"Oh lighten up Hermione," teased Ron as he threw a Chudley Cannons pillow at Hermione's face.
"Oh no you don't Ronald Weasley," Grinned Hermione, catching the pillow inches from her face. "I'll beat you in a pillow fight hands down."
"I'd pay 50 Galleons to see you beat me at anything besides reading," ducking as Hermione's pillow nearly took his head off.
A/N: Well I got three reviewers on my last chapter, which is a definite improvement from the original one. So who saw that one coming? I don't even think that I would have seen it coming had I not been the writer. Pavarti Pattil, wow. Could there be a worse mach for Ron. Who knows? Maybe they'll work better than we think. In a tip from a reviewer I was told that maybe I should use more British terms. Thanks, I tried!
Disclaimer: The title of this chapter is from a song of the same name by The Distillers. If you recognize it, I probably don't own it, or maybe you're just psychic.
July 17, 1995
Sorry that I didn't write yesterday. I was down in the village and I got home so late that I couldn't keep my eyes open. I did have a strange dream however. Almost as soon as soon as my head hit the pillow I was shot back to the day in fourth year when I first realized that she was beautiful. It was at the Yule Ball and it was like she just appeared there before my eyes. She almost seemed to be glowing and I was angry when I noticed that everyone in the great hall seemed to be looking at her. I was in a blind rage and I couldn't believe that I had let another boy get to her first. How could I have been so blind? There I was with her twin sister and all I could think of was her. My beautiful Pavarti. Then my dream took an odd turn and I was down in the village with Hermione and the hug came back to me. In the dream it was almost like there was something there that I couldn't see, almost like Hermione fancied me or something.
Well I'm glad that she doesn't because that would be all together strange. Bloody hell, mum has been yelling at me for the last ten minutes to come down and eat lunch. Well I suppose that I'll write later.
Ron hurried down to eat an egg salad sandwich that he could smell from the top of the tall stairs. The day before he had spent nearly an hour trying to convince his mom to buy him the drum set.
"No!" she had nearly shouted for the hundredth time, "We don't have the kind of money that your precious drums would cost and even if we did have 300 Galleons to burn we would spend it on something more worth while." Ron was in a foul mood for the rest of the day as was Mrs. Weasley.
Oh well, that was all over with and Harry and Ron had hatched a brilliant scheme to get the instruments and, ultimately, a band. Not that they could speak of it to anyone, of course, but all the same, they knew that it was a plan worthy of trying.
After Ron finished his lunch he and Harry decided that they were long overdue for a game of Quidditch. Hermione didn't mind as she was "Too busy studying to go flying around madly on a broomstick" and frankly the two were relieved not to have to explain the rules to her.
"So Harry, isn't there an opening on the Gryffindor team this year? I've been practicing ever since wood left Hogwarts two years ago," Ron said casually.
"Come to think of it, yea. I wonder who the captain will be this year though?" Harry and Ron both pondered this as they walked up the hill to the small patch of apple trees. There was a significant change from the last time Harry and Ron had practiced here. For one, Ron had set up makeshift goalposts for keeper practice and there was a football lying on the ground to replace the Quaffle. Secondly, there were what looked like two muggle baseball bats and another football for beater practice along with a bucket of golf balls.
"See, Fred and George and me decided to set up a practice pitch this summer before Hermione and you arrived so that we can keep in condition. I've been getting awesome at playing keeper," Ron told Harry excitedly.
"This is great," said Harry, looking around at the pitch, "Now we can really practice. Want me to throw you a few balls so you can practice blocking?"
"Sure," replied Ron, hopping on his old broom and flying up in front of the goalposts as Harry grabbed the football and flew up to face him.
After nearly half an hour of keeper practice Ron was exhausted but still blocking every shot at the goals. He finally called a timeout and decided to help Harry out at seeker practice. Harry caught even the wildest throws from Ron though he was still a little rusty after a whole year off of Quidditch. Around 5:00 they heard Mrs. Weasley calling them for dinner and went back down the hill, tired and a little sore. Hermione, much to their amusement, was still in Ginny's room studying and was nearly half way through her Arithmancy text book, avidly taking notes, which she already had 15 pages of.
"Gee Hermione, think you have enough notes?" Harry laughed.
"Yea Hermione, you know that they teach you all those things at Hogwarts, right?" agreed Ron.
"Oh you two, is it time for dinner yet? I think I could use a break from all this studying anyway." Harry and Ron made fun of Hermione all the way down to the kitchen where Mrs. Weasley was serving pork roast and boiled potatoes.
That night, while Hermione was studying, Ron and Harry spoke in near whispers of their plan.
"This is gonna be great Harry! All we need to do is get jobs in Diagon Alley."
"Small Jobs of course. Just summer jobs that we can handle."
"And then, by the end of the summer, when we have our final paycheck, we can go to the music store and get the drums and the guitar!" Ron looked as if he were seeing it exactly as it were happening.
"But only the cheapest ones to start out with," reminded Harry.
"And then, when we get really good and have a band,"
"And have enough money saved up," they looked at each other, smiles growing on their faces, "World famous!" they shouted in unison.
"What are you two making all this commotion about?" asked Hermione, leaning against Ron's doorframe. Her hair had grown all the way to her waist since first year and the weight of it had caused the once bushy hair to fall in soft curls. Her face was slightly flushed from the climb up to the top floor and, Ron thought to himself, she looked almost like Pavarti from a distance. "Well what is it then, I know you aren't just shouting about nothing so spill it," she said in her sternest voice.
"Oh lighten up Hermione," teased Ron as he threw a Chudley Cannons pillow at Hermione's face.
"Oh no you don't Ronald Weasley," Grinned Hermione, catching the pillow inches from her face. "I'll beat you in a pillow fight hands down."
"I'd pay 50 Galleons to see you beat me at anything besides reading," ducking as Hermione's pillow nearly took his head off.
A/N: Well I got three reviewers on my last chapter, which is a definite improvement from the original one. So who saw that one coming? I don't even think that I would have seen it coming had I not been the writer. Pavarti Pattil, wow. Could there be a worse mach for Ron. Who knows? Maybe they'll work better than we think. In a tip from a reviewer I was told that maybe I should use more British terms. Thanks, I tried!
Disclaimer: The title of this chapter is from a song of the same name by The Distillers. If you recognize it, I probably don't own it, or maybe you're just psychic.