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As Hermione walked up the stairs, Monika a few steps behind her, her nerves started to get the best of her. Everyone, the Weasleys, Harry, most of the people who mattered to her most, people she hadn't seen in nearly five years, were sitting in the box only a few steps ahead of her. Did they know she was coming? Would they recognize her? Would they still be the same as she remembered they were?
As she stepped in the box Hermione found her seats right away. Next to her seats sat a very familiar mop of untidy black hair, sitting next to a girl with beautiful long red hair. Excitement swelled up inside of her. "Harry! Ginny!" she said as she rounded the side of the row. It was an odd moment to say the least simply because they hadn't seen each other for so long.
"Hermione!" said Ginny and she shot up and gave her old friend a hug. "I cant' believe it's really you!" Harry gave her a hug as well.
"It's so good to see you!" said Harry letting go of her. "Ron said you
might come."
Hermione, remembering she needed to introduce Monika, spoke. "Oh! Harry,
Monika. Monika, Harry."
"It's nice to meet you." Said Harry shaking Monika's hand.
"Monika, Ginny. Ginny, Monika."
"It's nice to meet you." said Ginny pleasantly, though she seemed a bit confused.
"So is your boyfriend or husband not into Quidditch?" Asked Harry.
"Oh! No, I don't—You see, when he gave me the tickets his coach started to yell at him to come back to practice so I didn't have a chance to explain to him that I'm not dating anyone. Besides, you don't really think I'd go off and get married without inviting you, do you?"
Ginny smiled, as well as Harry. "I'm so glad you both came! Ron's been saving tickets incase he happened to run into—"
"—Hermione!" she heard someone exclaim.
She turned around. "Mrs. Weasley!" Mrs. Weasley was walking over to her, followed by Mr. Weasley, Fred, and George.
"Oh! It's so good to see you Hermione, dear!"
"Ron's been talking non-stop about you coming." Said George.
"So where's this husband Ron was talking about?" asked Mr. Weasley.
"Actually, I'm not married. I'm not even dating, so I brought my friend Monika."
"Not married?" said Mrs. Weasley ever so gleefully. Mr. Weasley looked quite happy too. "And you aren't dating either?" Hermione shook her head.
"Ron's going to happy about this."
"Oh Fred, stop it! It's an absolute pleasure to meet you, Monika! This is my husband, and these are two of my sons, Fred and George. You must come and stay for the weekend Hermione, and you too Monika!" Hermione smiled.
"Oh, thank you Mrs. Weasley, but I can't. I have to help take down the stadium." Said Monika. (Which wasn't entirely true, but she didn't want intrude on their reunion type weekend.)
"Hey, Hermione, we were thinking about expanding and building a joke shop down here. Any way you could help us find a place?"
"Sure!" said Hermione. No sooner had she finished her sentence when the team mascots began to parade out on the field.
"We'll talk more after the game, dear." Said Mrs. Weasley as she ushered everyone back to their seats.
"You aren't on the take down committee," whispered Hermione.
"Well, I said I'd help for a bit. Plus, it's you and everyone from your Hogwarts days. I don't want to be an annoyance."
"Oh Monika you aren't a—"
"Hermione, it's ok. Look, they're announcing the teams!"
"Ladies and gentlemen..." said a booming voice. "I welcome you the Quidditch... World... CUP!" The crowd went crazy! "And now, without further ado, allow me to present to you the Irish National Quidditch Team!" Thousands of fans screamed! "Quigley! Kastoff! Counteract! O'Riley! Manock! Aaaaaand—Bluebock!"
"Ireland and the Chudley Cannons. Did you ever figure out why it was being held here?" asked Monika.
"It was something like neither of the teams could host it because of an outbreak of vampire attacks, or the International Quidditch Association voted to have it here for some reason, I'm not quite sure." Said Hermione.
"Oh." Replied Monika. "That could be why the order of garlic showed up."
"What? Garlic?"
"Yeah, apparently it wasn't pumpkins that were coming, but garlic."
"Well, that at least makes some sense."
"And now, for the Chudley Cannons!" The whole box erupted with excitement! (It was, however, the Chudley Cannons box.) "Donovan! Milkshade! Applebuck! Peacetree! Gilgon! Aaaand—Ron Weasley!"
More applause, if possible, was made when Ron's name was announced. He was obviously the team favorite. All of the players flew onto the field and took their positions. The ref was the same as the first time Hermione had gone to the World Cup.
Mostafa flew down to the centre of the field, through the balls up and blew his whistle. "Aaand they're OFF! Quigley and Donovan are off to find the snitch! Peacetree gets the Quaffle! Gilgon! Peacetree! Milkshade! Gilgon! GILGON SCORES! Ten to zero, Chudley Cannons lead! Look! Ireland has the Quaffle now! O'Riley! Manock! Counteract counteracts the Chudley's goal making the score ten to ten!" Ron missed! Hermione was afraid he would become more nervous as he did when he was in school, but he had apparently changed for a look of the utmost concentration overcame his face.
"Cannon's are in possession and—score! Twenty ten! Peacetree going back down the field! It's up to Weasley! Oh and Weasley blocks the goal sending it flying back to Gilgon!"
The game carried on. "Cannon's score! Another Score for the Cannons! Weasley blocks Ireland! And the Canons score AGAIN bringing the score to 150 to 10, Cannons lead! But wait! The snitch has been spotted!"
Twenty points! Twenty points was all the Cannons needed to win. Two goals! Hermione anxiously looked over at Ron. He could win! She noticed Ginny tightly gripping Harry's hand in anticipation. "Come on Cannons!" She heard Fred and George chorusing.
The two seeks dove for the snitch. "Cannons in the lead, but Ireland is catching up quickly! Gilgon scores again! Ireland is catching up! Ireland pulls ahead—IRELAND IS IN THE LEAD!" Boo's echoed from the Cannon fans, while cheers came from the fans of Ireland. "Applebuck from Cannons falls back! Oh he's getting further and further behind! APPLEBUCK SPEEDS UP!"
Hermione was on the edge of her seat! "CANNONS SCORE! If Ireland doesn't score the Cannons could win the cup!" Hermione, along with the rest of the box, began to cheer. "Manok has Quaffle!" She looked over at Ron. He didn't even notice Manok. "Ron Weasley doesn't see it! He doesn't see Manok! This may take the victory from the Cannons! Kastoff of Ireland is inches from the Snitch! It's nearly in the tips of his finger! Manok comes closer to the goal! Closer!"
The whole event seemed to play out in slow motion for Hermione. Manok came closer to the goal, he was but a few feet from it and Ron still didn't see him, for Manok was beneath him. Then Manok threw the Quaffle. Ron turned around to see the Quaffle a foot ahead of him. He lunged to the left. Kastoff had the Snitch in his fingertips. Ron's fingers hit the Quaffle. "WEASLEY KNOCKS THE QUAFFLE! MANOK MISSES BY A MERE INCH! KASTOFF CATCHES THE SNITCH! FOR THE FIRST TIME IN YEARS, CANNONS TAKE THE CUP! 170 TO 160!"
The whole box jumped to their feet! Their cheers were deafening! "He did it! He won!" Shouted Ginny jumping up and down in her excitement, throwing her arms around Harry.
"He won!" Shouted Hermione, turning to Monika. "He won!" The players took their victory lap and then soared into their box.
The second Ron's feet touched the floor he was nearly mobbed by his family. "Oh Ron I knew you could do it!" They would say. Mrs. Weasley was nearly crying she was so happy. And then Ron turned towards Hermione. There are really no words to describe how the two were feeling at that moment.
"You did it! You won!" Hermione threw her arms around Ron, who picked her up and twirled her around. "Congratulations!" said Hermione as her feet returned to the floor. They stood face-to-face, slightly blushing, not even noticing how many reporters were photographing them at the moment. (They truly didn't care, but maybe they would when the newspapers came out the next day, plastered with pictures of the two.)
"You came!" He said not looking away from her eyes, ignoring everything that was going on around him.
"You don't really think I'd miss your big game, do you?" said Hermione.
One of Ron's teammates called out to Ron. "They're about to present the trophy! C'mon, Ron!"
"I'll be back—I'll be right back!" said Ron quickly to Hermione. He walked over to join the rest of his team.
He won! He actually won! And they had held each other once more! Hermione felt like fainting or at least pinching herself for it couldn't be real. It just couldn't!
And as the Chudley Cannons held the trophy high in the air the stadium exploded with applause. Hermione had never seen Ron so happy, and Ron had never been so happy! He had won the Quidditch World Cup, playing on his favorite, and now he had a chance of winning over the girl he still loved. Could things be any more perfect?
I'm so sorry! That was pretty bad. It'll get better I promise! I can't wait to post the next chapter so please review, even if you hated it, and I'll
post the next chapter in a day or two!
Thanks for reading!
As Hermione walked up the stairs, Monika a few steps behind her, her nerves started to get the best of her. Everyone, the Weasleys, Harry, most of the people who mattered to her most, people she hadn't seen in nearly five years, were sitting in the box only a few steps ahead of her. Did they know she was coming? Would they recognize her? Would they still be the same as she remembered they were?
As she stepped in the box Hermione found her seats right away. Next to her seats sat a very familiar mop of untidy black hair, sitting next to a girl with beautiful long red hair. Excitement swelled up inside of her. "Harry! Ginny!" she said as she rounded the side of the row. It was an odd moment to say the least simply because they hadn't seen each other for so long.
"Hermione!" said Ginny and she shot up and gave her old friend a hug. "I cant' believe it's really you!" Harry gave her a hug as well.
"It's so good to see you!" said Harry letting go of her. "Ron said you
might come."
Hermione, remembering she needed to introduce Monika, spoke. "Oh! Harry,
Monika. Monika, Harry."
"It's nice to meet you." Said Harry shaking Monika's hand.
"Monika, Ginny. Ginny, Monika."
"It's nice to meet you." said Ginny pleasantly, though she seemed a bit confused.
"So is your boyfriend or husband not into Quidditch?" Asked Harry.
"Oh! No, I don't—You see, when he gave me the tickets his coach started to yell at him to come back to practice so I didn't have a chance to explain to him that I'm not dating anyone. Besides, you don't really think I'd go off and get married without inviting you, do you?"
Ginny smiled, as well as Harry. "I'm so glad you both came! Ron's been saving tickets incase he happened to run into—"
"—Hermione!" she heard someone exclaim.
She turned around. "Mrs. Weasley!" Mrs. Weasley was walking over to her, followed by Mr. Weasley, Fred, and George.
"Oh! It's so good to see you Hermione, dear!"
"Ron's been talking non-stop about you coming." Said George.
"So where's this husband Ron was talking about?" asked Mr. Weasley.
"Actually, I'm not married. I'm not even dating, so I brought my friend Monika."
"Not married?" said Mrs. Weasley ever so gleefully. Mr. Weasley looked quite happy too. "And you aren't dating either?" Hermione shook her head.
"Ron's going to happy about this."
"Oh Fred, stop it! It's an absolute pleasure to meet you, Monika! This is my husband, and these are two of my sons, Fred and George. You must come and stay for the weekend Hermione, and you too Monika!" Hermione smiled.
"Oh, thank you Mrs. Weasley, but I can't. I have to help take down the stadium." Said Monika. (Which wasn't entirely true, but she didn't want intrude on their reunion type weekend.)
"Hey, Hermione, we were thinking about expanding and building a joke shop down here. Any way you could help us find a place?"
"Sure!" said Hermione. No sooner had she finished her sentence when the team mascots began to parade out on the field.
"We'll talk more after the game, dear." Said Mrs. Weasley as she ushered everyone back to their seats.
"You aren't on the take down committee," whispered Hermione.
"Well, I said I'd help for a bit. Plus, it's you and everyone from your Hogwarts days. I don't want to be an annoyance."
"Oh Monika you aren't a—"
"Hermione, it's ok. Look, they're announcing the teams!"
"Ladies and gentlemen..." said a booming voice. "I welcome you the Quidditch... World... CUP!" The crowd went crazy! "And now, without further ado, allow me to present to you the Irish National Quidditch Team!" Thousands of fans screamed! "Quigley! Kastoff! Counteract! O'Riley! Manock! Aaaaaand—Bluebock!"
"Ireland and the Chudley Cannons. Did you ever figure out why it was being held here?" asked Monika.
"It was something like neither of the teams could host it because of an outbreak of vampire attacks, or the International Quidditch Association voted to have it here for some reason, I'm not quite sure." Said Hermione.
"Oh." Replied Monika. "That could be why the order of garlic showed up."
"What? Garlic?"
"Yeah, apparently it wasn't pumpkins that were coming, but garlic."
"Well, that at least makes some sense."
"And now, for the Chudley Cannons!" The whole box erupted with excitement! (It was, however, the Chudley Cannons box.) "Donovan! Milkshade! Applebuck! Peacetree! Gilgon! Aaaand—Ron Weasley!"
More applause, if possible, was made when Ron's name was announced. He was obviously the team favorite. All of the players flew onto the field and took their positions. The ref was the same as the first time Hermione had gone to the World Cup.
Mostafa flew down to the centre of the field, through the balls up and blew his whistle. "Aaand they're OFF! Quigley and Donovan are off to find the snitch! Peacetree gets the Quaffle! Gilgon! Peacetree! Milkshade! Gilgon! GILGON SCORES! Ten to zero, Chudley Cannons lead! Look! Ireland has the Quaffle now! O'Riley! Manock! Counteract counteracts the Chudley's goal making the score ten to ten!" Ron missed! Hermione was afraid he would become more nervous as he did when he was in school, but he had apparently changed for a look of the utmost concentration overcame his face.
"Cannon's are in possession and—score! Twenty ten! Peacetree going back down the field! It's up to Weasley! Oh and Weasley blocks the goal sending it flying back to Gilgon!"
The game carried on. "Cannon's score! Another Score for the Cannons! Weasley blocks Ireland! And the Canons score AGAIN bringing the score to 150 to 10, Cannons lead! But wait! The snitch has been spotted!"
Twenty points! Twenty points was all the Cannons needed to win. Two goals! Hermione anxiously looked over at Ron. He could win! She noticed Ginny tightly gripping Harry's hand in anticipation. "Come on Cannons!" She heard Fred and George chorusing.
The two seeks dove for the snitch. "Cannons in the lead, but Ireland is catching up quickly! Gilgon scores again! Ireland is catching up! Ireland pulls ahead—IRELAND IS IN THE LEAD!" Boo's echoed from the Cannon fans, while cheers came from the fans of Ireland. "Applebuck from Cannons falls back! Oh he's getting further and further behind! APPLEBUCK SPEEDS UP!"
Hermione was on the edge of her seat! "CANNONS SCORE! If Ireland doesn't score the Cannons could win the cup!" Hermione, along with the rest of the box, began to cheer. "Manok has Quaffle!" She looked over at Ron. He didn't even notice Manok. "Ron Weasley doesn't see it! He doesn't see Manok! This may take the victory from the Cannons! Kastoff of Ireland is inches from the Snitch! It's nearly in the tips of his finger! Manok comes closer to the goal! Closer!"
The whole event seemed to play out in slow motion for Hermione. Manok came closer to the goal, he was but a few feet from it and Ron still didn't see him, for Manok was beneath him. Then Manok threw the Quaffle. Ron turned around to see the Quaffle a foot ahead of him. He lunged to the left. Kastoff had the Snitch in his fingertips. Ron's fingers hit the Quaffle. "WEASLEY KNOCKS THE QUAFFLE! MANOK MISSES BY A MERE INCH! KASTOFF CATCHES THE SNITCH! FOR THE FIRST TIME IN YEARS, CANNONS TAKE THE CUP! 170 TO 160!"
The whole box jumped to their feet! Their cheers were deafening! "He did it! He won!" Shouted Ginny jumping up and down in her excitement, throwing her arms around Harry.
"He won!" Shouted Hermione, turning to Monika. "He won!" The players took their victory lap and then soared into their box.
The second Ron's feet touched the floor he was nearly mobbed by his family. "Oh Ron I knew you could do it!" They would say. Mrs. Weasley was nearly crying she was so happy. And then Ron turned towards Hermione. There are really no words to describe how the two were feeling at that moment.
"You did it! You won!" Hermione threw her arms around Ron, who picked her up and twirled her around. "Congratulations!" said Hermione as her feet returned to the floor. They stood face-to-face, slightly blushing, not even noticing how many reporters were photographing them at the moment. (They truly didn't care, but maybe they would when the newspapers came out the next day, plastered with pictures of the two.)
"You came!" He said not looking away from her eyes, ignoring everything that was going on around him.
"You don't really think I'd miss your big game, do you?" said Hermione.
One of Ron's teammates called out to Ron. "They're about to present the trophy! C'mon, Ron!"
"I'll be back—I'll be right back!" said Ron quickly to Hermione. He walked over to join the rest of his team.
He won! He actually won! And they had held each other once more! Hermione felt like fainting or at least pinching herself for it couldn't be real. It just couldn't!
And as the Chudley Cannons held the trophy high in the air the stadium exploded with applause. Hermione had never seen Ron so happy, and Ron had never been so happy! He had won the Quidditch World Cup, playing on his favorite, and now he had a chance of winning over the girl he still loved. Could things be any more perfect?
I'm so sorry! That was pretty bad. It'll get better I promise! I can't wait to post the next chapter so please review, even if you hated it, and I'll
post the next chapter in a day or two!
Thanks for reading!