Hey! I'm so sorry this has taken so long! I meant to have this up last
weekend, but I have practically two huge projects in every class so I
haven't been able to type it up, or even sleep for that matter. So here
it the long awaited chapter...
Over the next few weeks Hermione became absorbed in her work. She didn't realize how much work she had gotten herself in to when she accepted the job. But if she ever got stressed out, she would just think of the possibility of just seeing Ron again, and she immediately found the inspiration she needed to work again.
Over those few weeks Hermione also found herself seeing several—err—amusing photographs of Ron. The original interview with him had been blown out of proportion, and soon the only headlines to be found were "Broken Hearted Ron Weasley Speaks of His Lost Love" which would appear next to a picture of Ron, who was on his knees hysterically crying. Hermione could only chuckle when she saw the picture. "Looks like something Rita Skeeter would do."
As the World Cup approached, Hermione's job actually became less stressful and she found herself actually having time to breathe! The team had worked to hard in the beginning that now all there was to do was to see that everything was coming together. Hermione was a bit disappointed to hear that the teams would only be practicing on her last two days on the job; the Chudley Cannons would be last, and they would have the field to practice on all day the day before the game. That gave her only one day to see Ron. Just one. But somehow it was enough.
And finally, that day came.
That day was particularly busy considering it was the day before the game. Things started going crazy. "What? When did we order two hundred pumpkins? We don't even—penguins? Why did we get those? Listen, we need to send them back. No, I would not like to exchange them for a pack of artic wolves!"
"Hermione, what's up?" Monika appeared behind her.
"Well, someone ordered—"
"Pumpkins and penguins, yeah I heard. Listen, the Chudley Cannons have arrived and they're out there practicing right now! We need to get out there so you can catch him on a break or after his practice."
"Monika, I can't. I mean, pumpkins and penguins are on their way here and—"
"Hermione, what did you take this job for in the first place?" She had a point there. "Listen, switch areas with me. You go inside the stadium and check that everything is proper in there, and I'll handle this animal/vegetable problem, ok?"
"But I—"
"I can handle it, don't worry. Now go!"
"Thanks." Said Hermione, smiling. She was so lucky to have a friend like Monika.
Hermione walked out into the stadium. Wow it was beautiful! She had never seen it fully completed! It's amazing what she and her team had produced in a few short weeks. She walked down the stairs, making sure all of the seats were in place, and that a step wasn't missing. She reached the bottom and began to walk around the edge of the field when a voice called from behind her. It was a voice she had longed to hear for so long that she though she might be in another dream.
"Hermione?" She was afraid to turn around and face disappointment as she had so many times in dreams before. "Hermione Granger?" She turned around to see the man she'd been hoping to see. There, a few feet above the ground was none other than Ron Weasley.
"Ron!" He nearly jumped off his broom. They practically ran up to each other. They stood mere inches apart, trying desperately to resist the urge to embrace one another. Ron nervously coughed; taking a step back hoping the awkward moment would pass.
"Hermione—wow—I—" He was too excited to find words. "I never thought I'd see you again, I—wow! How have you been?"
"I've been good, I—"
Just then another voice came up from behind them. Hermione was too preoccupied with looking into Ron's eyes to notice. "Ron? Ron! Get back up here! What are you—is that one of your crazy fans? We'll get her out of here right now. Polisk!" said Ron's coach. (Polisk was the guard hired for the team, well, mainly Ron. Crazy fans were always trying to break into practice to talk to Ron.)
"No! No, this is my friend, Hermione. We went to Hogwarts together."
"Oh." Said the coach, a look of understanding on his face. "Is this that girl the press has been having a field day over?"
Ron turned around, and was apparently trying to mouth something to the coach. "What? Speak up, Ron, I can't hear you!"
"Um, yes actually it is." He said, slightly blushing.
"Alright. You've got five minutes! Hopefully that will get rid of those pictures of you crying. They're everywhere! I don't want any reporters portraying my team as weaklings." The coach mumbled as he flew back to the team.
"Sorry about that." Said Ron turning back to Hermione. The two of them blushed furiously. "So, what are you doing here?"
"Oh, I'm in charge the setup committee."
"I should have known." Said Ron with his lopsided smile. "So you're coming to the game, right?"
Hermione's heart sunk. She hadn't been able to get tickets. "No, unfortunately I can't."
"Oh." Said Ron a little struck out. "But you've got to come! Harry, and Ginny, and everyone will be there! And plus," he said. "It wouldn't be the same if you weren't there."
Hermione smiled. Why did it have to be sold out? Why? "I'd love to come, really, but I don't have tickets."
"Well, I can get you tickets."
"Oh, Ron, I couldn't ask you to—"
"No, really! Our team has a whole section reserved for family and friends. I have a couple extra tickets set aside incase I happened to see—"
"Ron! It's been ten minutes! We do have the world cup tomorrow you know!"
"Ok! I'm coming!" shouted Ron. "Here," he began to search through his pockets. "Uh...Oh, right! I left them." He pulled out his wand. "Accio tickets!" Two tickets flew to his hand. "Here." He said, handing them to her. "Here's one for you, and—" he said reluctantly, "One for your boyfriend, or—(he didn't want to say it)— husband."
"Oh, but I don't—"
"Ron!"
"Coming coach!" He responded. "Sorry, again. Now, you don't have an excuse for not coming." He said, the cute lopsided smile once again gracing his face. "I would ask you to dinner or something tonight so we could catch up, but coach doesn't want us out the night before the game."
"So I guess I'll have to take a rain check on that."
Ron smiled. Coach began calling him again. "I better go. I'll see you tomorrow at the game!" Ron got on his broom and began to fly away, only looking away from Hermione when he absolutely had to.
Hermione practically skipped back inside, and when she knew she was alone, she began to jump up and down. "Oh my gosh! Ah! I talked to him! He—Ah! Oh my gosh!" She held the tickets in her hand. Not only was she going to see Ron's game, she was also going to see Harry and the rest of the Weasleys! Oh she could not wait until tomorrow!
Hermione smiled. She had talked to Ron! She had actually talked to him! She wanted to cry she was so happy! One thing he had said played continuously in her mind. "It wouldn't be the same without you."
So there it is! Haha, how much would you have killed me if it turns out that person wasn't Hermione? Haha! I wouldn't do that, don't worry. Hey, please check out my stories I Can't Lose You, Not Like This, and Everything Is Alright If I Just Breathe. Thanks so much for reading! Please review and tell me what you think!
Over the next few weeks Hermione became absorbed in her work. She didn't realize how much work she had gotten herself in to when she accepted the job. But if she ever got stressed out, she would just think of the possibility of just seeing Ron again, and she immediately found the inspiration she needed to work again.
Over those few weeks Hermione also found herself seeing several—err—amusing photographs of Ron. The original interview with him had been blown out of proportion, and soon the only headlines to be found were "Broken Hearted Ron Weasley Speaks of His Lost Love" which would appear next to a picture of Ron, who was on his knees hysterically crying. Hermione could only chuckle when she saw the picture. "Looks like something Rita Skeeter would do."
As the World Cup approached, Hermione's job actually became less stressful and she found herself actually having time to breathe! The team had worked to hard in the beginning that now all there was to do was to see that everything was coming together. Hermione was a bit disappointed to hear that the teams would only be practicing on her last two days on the job; the Chudley Cannons would be last, and they would have the field to practice on all day the day before the game. That gave her only one day to see Ron. Just one. But somehow it was enough.
And finally, that day came.
That day was particularly busy considering it was the day before the game. Things started going crazy. "What? When did we order two hundred pumpkins? We don't even—penguins? Why did we get those? Listen, we need to send them back. No, I would not like to exchange them for a pack of artic wolves!"
"Hermione, what's up?" Monika appeared behind her.
"Well, someone ordered—"
"Pumpkins and penguins, yeah I heard. Listen, the Chudley Cannons have arrived and they're out there practicing right now! We need to get out there so you can catch him on a break or after his practice."
"Monika, I can't. I mean, pumpkins and penguins are on their way here and—"
"Hermione, what did you take this job for in the first place?" She had a point there. "Listen, switch areas with me. You go inside the stadium and check that everything is proper in there, and I'll handle this animal/vegetable problem, ok?"
"But I—"
"I can handle it, don't worry. Now go!"
"Thanks." Said Hermione, smiling. She was so lucky to have a friend like Monika.
Hermione walked out into the stadium. Wow it was beautiful! She had never seen it fully completed! It's amazing what she and her team had produced in a few short weeks. She walked down the stairs, making sure all of the seats were in place, and that a step wasn't missing. She reached the bottom and began to walk around the edge of the field when a voice called from behind her. It was a voice she had longed to hear for so long that she though she might be in another dream.
"Hermione?" She was afraid to turn around and face disappointment as she had so many times in dreams before. "Hermione Granger?" She turned around to see the man she'd been hoping to see. There, a few feet above the ground was none other than Ron Weasley.
"Ron!" He nearly jumped off his broom. They practically ran up to each other. They stood mere inches apart, trying desperately to resist the urge to embrace one another. Ron nervously coughed; taking a step back hoping the awkward moment would pass.
"Hermione—wow—I—" He was too excited to find words. "I never thought I'd see you again, I—wow! How have you been?"
"I've been good, I—"
Just then another voice came up from behind them. Hermione was too preoccupied with looking into Ron's eyes to notice. "Ron? Ron! Get back up here! What are you—is that one of your crazy fans? We'll get her out of here right now. Polisk!" said Ron's coach. (Polisk was the guard hired for the team, well, mainly Ron. Crazy fans were always trying to break into practice to talk to Ron.)
"No! No, this is my friend, Hermione. We went to Hogwarts together."
"Oh." Said the coach, a look of understanding on his face. "Is this that girl the press has been having a field day over?"
Ron turned around, and was apparently trying to mouth something to the coach. "What? Speak up, Ron, I can't hear you!"
"Um, yes actually it is." He said, slightly blushing.
"Alright. You've got five minutes! Hopefully that will get rid of those pictures of you crying. They're everywhere! I don't want any reporters portraying my team as weaklings." The coach mumbled as he flew back to the team.
"Sorry about that." Said Ron turning back to Hermione. The two of them blushed furiously. "So, what are you doing here?"
"Oh, I'm in charge the setup committee."
"I should have known." Said Ron with his lopsided smile. "So you're coming to the game, right?"
Hermione's heart sunk. She hadn't been able to get tickets. "No, unfortunately I can't."
"Oh." Said Ron a little struck out. "But you've got to come! Harry, and Ginny, and everyone will be there! And plus," he said. "It wouldn't be the same if you weren't there."
Hermione smiled. Why did it have to be sold out? Why? "I'd love to come, really, but I don't have tickets."
"Well, I can get you tickets."
"Oh, Ron, I couldn't ask you to—"
"No, really! Our team has a whole section reserved for family and friends. I have a couple extra tickets set aside incase I happened to see—"
"Ron! It's been ten minutes! We do have the world cup tomorrow you know!"
"Ok! I'm coming!" shouted Ron. "Here," he began to search through his pockets. "Uh...Oh, right! I left them." He pulled out his wand. "Accio tickets!" Two tickets flew to his hand. "Here." He said, handing them to her. "Here's one for you, and—" he said reluctantly, "One for your boyfriend, or—(he didn't want to say it)— husband."
"Oh, but I don't—"
"Ron!"
"Coming coach!" He responded. "Sorry, again. Now, you don't have an excuse for not coming." He said, the cute lopsided smile once again gracing his face. "I would ask you to dinner or something tonight so we could catch up, but coach doesn't want us out the night before the game."
"So I guess I'll have to take a rain check on that."
Ron smiled. Coach began calling him again. "I better go. I'll see you tomorrow at the game!" Ron got on his broom and began to fly away, only looking away from Hermione when he absolutely had to.
Hermione practically skipped back inside, and when she knew she was alone, she began to jump up and down. "Oh my gosh! Ah! I talked to him! He—Ah! Oh my gosh!" She held the tickets in her hand. Not only was she going to see Ron's game, she was also going to see Harry and the rest of the Weasleys! Oh she could not wait until tomorrow!
"Hermione? Hermione, is that you?" Came a voice around the corner.
"Monika, I'm over here!" Soon her friend turned the corner and found Hermione.
"Wow, you seemed excited. Did you—"
"Yes! I did! I talked to him! And the best part is I didn't have to go up to him after practice! He flew over to me during practice!"
"Seriously? So what happened? Did he ask to see you sometime after his practice?"
"He gave me tickets to the game!"
"WHAT? No way! Oh this is so perfect! You're going to have so much fun!"
"You mean we."
"We?"
"Yes, we. He gave me two tickets so my boyfriend or husband could come."
"You told him you had a husband? You idiot!"
"No, I'm not that stupid! He just assumed I did. His coach was yelling for him to come back to practice so I didn't have a chance to tell him I was single."
"You don't seriously want me to come, do you? I mean all your friends from Hogwarts will be there."
"Yes, I do seriously want you to come. I have an extra ticket to the Quidditch World Cup, and you think I wouldn't give it to you? Besides, you'll get along with everyone perfectly fine!"
"Alright, I'll come. But you'll have to excuse me because the penguins are still on their way."
"Monika, I'm over here!" Soon her friend turned the corner and found Hermione.
"Wow, you seemed excited. Did you—"
"Yes! I did! I talked to him! And the best part is I didn't have to go up to him after practice! He flew over to me during practice!"
"Seriously? So what happened? Did he ask to see you sometime after his practice?"
"He gave me tickets to the game!"
"WHAT? No way! Oh this is so perfect! You're going to have so much fun!"
"You mean we."
"We?"
"Yes, we. He gave me two tickets so my boyfriend or husband could come."
"You told him you had a husband? You idiot!"
"No, I'm not that stupid! He just assumed I did. His coach was yelling for him to come back to practice so I didn't have a chance to tell him I was single."
"You don't seriously want me to come, do you? I mean all your friends from Hogwarts will be there."
"Yes, I do seriously want you to come. I have an extra ticket to the Quidditch World Cup, and you think I wouldn't give it to you? Besides, you'll get along with everyone perfectly fine!"
"Alright, I'll come. But you'll have to excuse me because the penguins are still on their way."
Hermione smiled. She had talked to Ron! She had actually talked to him! She wanted to cry she was so happy! One thing he had said played continuously in her mind. "It wouldn't be the same without you."
So there it is! Haha, how much would you have killed me if it turns out that person wasn't Hermione? Haha! I wouldn't do that, don't worry. Hey, please check out my stories I Can't Lose You, Not Like This, and Everything Is Alright If I Just Breathe. Thanks so much for reading! Please review and tell me what you think!