Alright you guys have to bear with me because I'm a little confused on some of my quidditch parts, I have no idea what year Angela or Katie or Alicia are in, so just bear with me please. Just to make this story how I want it, cause it's my story, Alicia left after the fifth book, but Angela and Katie are in their 7th year now, so that the Gryffindor team needs two beaters and one chaser. Now that we have that settled. On with the show!
Hey what's up? I'm supremely bored at like 12:00 at night, so I'm just writing chapter three ok? Okay, this is the same story as Darkness, Brings Hope I just changed the title.
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Ron turned and ran (and what seemed to be danced) back to the castle. Harry was in the Gryffindor common room. Ron immediately ran up to Harry and hugged him. Harry had never seen Ron that happy before.
After Harry had caught his breath he asked Ron, "So, I'm guessing it went well?"
"Went well? Are you kidding me, it went great, she's gonna go with me to the Three Broomsticks on Saturday!"
"Alright Ron."
"Harry I need your help though."
"What for? You asked her out all by yourself, what do need me to go with you?"
Then Ron said, with all seriousness, "No, I-I'm not sure what to wear."
"Oh my God, Ron." Harry said with a look of pity on his face.
On Friday, Harry and Ron had quidditch practice; Hermoine was in the stands to cheer them on. Unfortunately, every time Ron glanced at Hermoine, he got distracted from the game. He began looking at her so often that Katy pointed it out to Angela, who made Hermoine watch practice from inside the castle. Ron played much better. After several hours of hard practice, both Harry and Ron wanted nothing better than to sleep right away. Hermoine was already sitting in the common room, finishing her N.E.W.T essay on Ancient Ruins. Harry walked up the stairs to the boys sleeping quarters, knowing that Ron and Hermoine probably wanted to talk.
"Hi." Ron whispered out of exhaustion.
"Hi." Hermoine whispered right back. "How was your practice, Ron?"
"Hard. We had to work on one of Angela's new team formations. She says it's really difficult, but if we can get the alignment right on the left side, then it's sure to work."
"Oh, ok that's great." Hermoine was glad that they had something to talk about without being nervous, but she really wished it wouldn't have to be about quidditch.
"Hermoine, maybe I could teach you how to fly sometime?" Ron asked.
"Umm... I don't know Ron, I mean, I've never really been partial to flying."
"Oh, well that's okay, but maybe, if you want to, I could take you on a ride sometime?"
There was a pause. "Well, Okay, but I don't want to go up there alone. You know that I really don't like heights."
"Yea, Hermoine I know. Listen, are you going to be down here for awhile, because I could stay if you wanted me to."
"Oh, no Ron. I'm just about finished up. And I know you're tired, you just played quidditch, for 6 hours straight. And anyways, I need some time alone to write the conclusion of my essay."
Ron didn't even bother contradicting her. He was tired, and wanted almost nothing better than to sleep for a good 10 hours. He smiled at her and walked up the stairs.
The next day Ron woke up at 9:00. Harry and Hermoine must have already gone down to breakfast because Harry's bed was empty and Hermoine wasn't in the common room doing homework. Ron had butterflies in his stomach. He had never been so nervous before. He walked down to the Great Hall, wondering what he and Hermoine would talk about while at the Three Broomsticks. He knew he probably shouldn't talk about quidditch because he did know that quidditch wasn't a subject that Hermoine was preferable to. He supposed he could talk about school, but he knew that he didn't like that subject much. For him there was no obvious subject that they could talk about without boring the other one to death while doing so. He guessed he would just have to wing it.
Harry and Hermoine were sitting next to Ginny, Dean, and Neville. As Ron walked toward them, he felt a slight twinge of anger towards Dean. Dean had been Ginny's boyfriend since the end of her fourth year. (A/n: she's one year younger than Ron.) "Hi guys!" Ron said with a loud, happy voice.
Both Harry and Hermoine responded with, "Hi Ron."
Then Hermoine spoke, "Ginny was just telling us how Dean is going to try out for a beater on the Gryffindor quidditch team."
Ron had completely forgot, Fred and George had left Hogwarts; The Gryffindor quidditch team was down two beaters. He wondered about how their business was doing at Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. He new they must have turned some kind of profit in Ron fifth year because they showed up last summer to greet him after his Hogwart's semester in dragon skin suits.
Dean interrupted Ron thoughts, "Well, hopefully I'll do well at the tryouts, I mean there's no way I could out do the twins legacy as beaters, but I'll try to play well if I'm chosen as a beater.
Then Ginny said, "Dean calm down, it sounds like you're trying to write an application. Just go to the tryouts and try your best." Ginny gave him a small peck on the cheek. Ron flinched only a little.
"You right, Gin. Okay, I'll see you guys later. I have to go to the library to work on my potions essay."
Only Harry and Ron heard Hermoine mumble, "You haven't finished that yet?" Both Ron and Harry smiled.
Finally Ron asked Ginny, "Are you really still going out with him?"
"It would seem so, wouldn't it Ron?"
"Yea, but why are you still dating him? I mean he doesn't even seem like your type."
Ginny answered coldly, "Well, you would know my type, wouldn't you? Being my brother and all. Why don't you just get a life of you own, so you won't have to worry about butting into mine all the time." Ginny walked off angrily, leaving her brother to stare at her in amazement.
"He really isn't her type. And did you hear him; he called her 'Gin'. What's that supposed to mean?" said an angry Ron.
Then Harry said, "Well, I'm guessing it has something to do with being a nickname for her. Because, you know, 'Gin' is probably short for Ginny." At this response, Neville snorted in his oatmeal. Hermoine frowned.
All Ron could think of to say was, "Whatever." He walked away guilty. He headed toward the Gryffindor common room; he thought that maybe Ginny was there. He could apologize to her then. He truly doubted if he would apologize, because apologies definitely weren't his favorite things to do. He remembered when in the third year, he kept one of the longest grudges towards Hermoine because he thought her cat ate his rat, which it hadn't.
He began to think about quidditch again and wondered if Dean was good enough to become a team beater, he had never seen Dean play, so he had no idea if he was good or not. Ron couldn't believe he had forgotten about team tryouts, he was sure Angela had told the team about them hundreds of times, but he was betting his mind had been on Hermoine each time instead. Angela said that all team members were required to be at the team tryouts. The tryouts were going to be on Saturday night; Ron secretly hoped that Dean wouldn't make the team. The thought of having his little sister's boyfriend on the same team as him, pretty much pissed him off.
Harry had kept his promise and helped Ron decide what to wear for the "date." Ron was pretty sure Harry was only helping him because he was having trouble putting his hands in the right holes in his shirt. "Oh my God, Ron. You're kind of pathetic. Are you sure you want to go on this date? You know, I think Hermoine is having doubts about this. Once you left she stood up and said something like her wanting to go talk to Mcgonagall about something. I think she was lying though."
Ron answered hopefully, "Well, maybe she's nervous too. Or maybe she just wanted to make an excuse about leaving early to get ready." Ron sat down on his bed once fully dressed with arms in the proper holes.
At 12:00, Ron sat in the Gryffindor common room waiting for Hermoine. Hermoine slowly walked down the girl's dormitory's stairs. Ron stood up once he saw her. She was wearing simple weekend clothing, but Ron still thought she looked more beautiful than ever.
They walked all the way to the Three Broomstick holding hands. Many of their friends saw them together, some smiled, some looked confused, and some nudged Ron on the shoulder and whispered, "About time."
They walked past the Quidditch supplies shop, where Harry and Shaemus Finnegan were looking at cleaning sets for broomsticks. Harry stopped and waved, then Shaemus looked up at Ron and Hermoine and nodded his head. They walked past Honeydukes, which smelled of chocolate and peppermint. Hermoine shut her eyes and inhaled the smell. She bumped right into someone. She started to mutter 'sorry', but stopped. She had bumped into Draco Malfoy.
For a moment he looked angry, then he looked at Hermoine and Ron together, still holding hands. He smirked. "Nice to see you to, Granger." He turn to Ron and nodded his head as acknowledgement. "Weasel." Hermoine just stared at Malfoy. Malfoy's smirk faded slightly. He crooked his index finger toward Crabbe and Goyle, who were standing behind him, overshadowing him. They left quickly.
Ron looked at Hermoine and then asked. "What do you think that was about?" Hermoine shrugged and looked angry. Ron wasn't quite sure he believed her. He'd have to find out more about that later.
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