Chapter 3: Rain

Disclaimer: Harry or Ron aren't available on the NY stock exchange either…

"Well, this is the Ravenclaw portrait hole. Umm, you can never tell anyone our password, it is strictly against the rules." Ron said to you. Not once had he looked at you yet, his eyes were either set on the ground or on something directly in front of him.

You were getting sick of this. So, you with your "act now, think later" mindset picked up the pace and walked directly in front of him, stopping. He was looking at his feet so he didn't see you.

"And this-oomph!"

You collided. How thick was he to not see you? You were standing right there!

You opened your eyes after slamming your head on the ground, and a very tall, surprisingly muscled red haired Weasley was on top of you. His blue eyes were looking right into your green ones, and his face was bright red. His ears, however, were like a fire truck.

"Hi Ron." You said, somewhat giggling.

"Erm, sorry about that, I'll just umm..." He started to get off of you, pushing off of the ground when his hand slipped and landed on a place where it looked like a rather compromising position…

"Umm, Ron?" you said, laughing.

"Ye-oh god! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to, umm, err, touch your, umm err..."

"Ample bosom?" you help him. You were giggling like an idiot.

"Umm erm, yeah..." He got up off of you and helped you up.

"Well that was fun!" you said truthfully.

He just stood there and turned red, looking embarrassed.

"Ron what's the problem? No one got hurt! We just had a good laugh! Haha!"

"I guess," he said quietly, shuffling his feet, head turned downwards to the ground.

"Ron," you said sternly. He still didn't look up. "Ron." You put your hand under his chin and looked into his gorgeous blue eyes. You gave him a smile. "I though it was fun! I would do it again!" You flushed a little pink.

He finally smiled and turned a deeper magenta. "Well, I guess it WAS somewhat funny…"

"C'mon, let's not take a tour around the school. I'm bored. Do you guys have a quidditch pitch?"

His eyes instantly lit up. Quidditch seemed to be the magical word.

"You like quidditch?"

"Yeah man! It's the best sport of all time! I was the best chaser Salem had seen in a while, not to brag. I always got made fun of though, because I didn't like any of the American teams, the Chudley Cannons were always my favorites."

"You like the Chudley Cannons!" His face was eager with anticipation of your answer.

"Hell yes! I have an autographed quaffle!" You flushed from your excitement, smiling widely.

"Wow! An autographed quaffle! The Cannons are my favorite team ever!"

"You must play quidditch, right?"

"Yeah, I'm on the house team! I'm a keeper!"

"Do you want to go get your ass kicked by a girl?" You winked at him.

"The question is, milady, are you ready to get your American ass kicked into shape by true quidditch, British quidditch?"

You giggled. "Let me just run to my room and get my broom, and change out of my robes, ok?"

"Ok, I'll wait for you seeing as you don't know where it is."

You both went back to the common room, and you ran up to your dormitory. You grabbed your still packed suitcase and threw off your robes. You grabbed your Chudley Cannons baby tee and threw on a pair of black velour pants and your white Adidas sneakers. You threw your chest length blonde hair into a pony tail, grabbed your pink and purple Stardust 4500 broom and ran downstairs.

"Ready! Like my shirt?" You laughed.

"Very much so!" He smiled and led you to the quidditch pitch.

After about 2 hours and the dusk was setting in, you announced:

"Ron: 40, Vicky: 40. Sudden death!" You smiled, threw the quaffle up and chased after it, Ron right behind you.

You caught it and sped towards Ron's side of the field to make a goal when Ron flew vertical and grabbed it from you!

You nose dove to go under him then pulled the same maneuver he did on you, except you kept going up, trying to lose him. You went through some clouds and got utterly drenched. You hovered in them, taking down your ponytail and letting your wet (and now curly) hair hang down. A few seconds later, an equally wet Ron popped up, smiling. You blow him a kiss then dive back down, hurtling towards your goal posts. Right before Ron gets there, you toss the quaffle through the post, scoring ten points!

"Oh, what! What! Ron, did you just get your 'ass' (you mocked the British accent) kicked by a Yankee? A girl Yankee none the less?" You smiled at him, blushing.

"Unfair!" He yelled playfully. "I didn't see it!"

"Horseshit you didn't see it! You were right behind me!"

He began to chase you on your broom, so you went back up into the clouds, thoroughly soaking all of your clothes. He once again popped up right in front of you, and you did a nose dive to the ground and jumped off your broom. You glanced out of the corner of your eye that he hadn't come down yet, so you ran and hid in the shed. You peeked out of a hole in the shed door, and saw that it began to rain. Ron, like you, jumped off his broom and began to look for you.

"Come here, you bloody yank! I'll find you! And you'll pay for your cheating!" He smiled as he was saying this, looking around to see where you could have gone. He walked up to the shed, and you locked the door.

"Alohamora" he whispered, unlocking the door.

You backed up in the shadows, tripping on some equipment.

"Hello hello," he said quietly, "what have we here?"

You could see him straining to see in the darkness, and you magically slammed the door shut to distract him. Sure enough, with a jump and a yell of "bloody hell!" you were able to move away from the spot where you once were, having to suppress a giggle watching him trip over the same stuff you did.

"Shit. Ouch."

You giggled, then saw him look your way.

"Where are you, you little Yankee?"

He got up and carefully began to walk towards you. You backed up to get away from him, when you once again, stumbled over the equipment in the shed.

"Oh, hell." You said.

You heard him laugh, and saw his hand held out to help you up. You grabbed it, and he pulled you up. He was very strong however, and pulled you up a little too fast and a little too strongly, for you fell into his chest and your lips connected.

Your face turned hot, but you kept your lips there. You began to kiss him, but he just stood there stunned. You pulled away to look at him, and his face was in the same position, eyes wide open, in an expression of shock.

The smile on your face left. 'Stupid stupid stupid! Why am I so stupid! Gah! He probably is in horror right now! Why did I have to do that!' You thought, mentally slapping yourself.

You looked down ashamed, when all of a sudden you felt a warm hand under your chin. You looked up and didn't have time to see what was happening. He crushed his lips against yours, kissing you softly. Surprised but very happy, you began to return the kiss. His lips were so soft and warm and full, and you were enjoying your self thoroughly. You parted, and looked up at him. He was smiling, and he gently brushed a wet curl from your forehead.

You smiled and went on your tiptoes to kiss him again. After all, he was rather tall. He returned the kiss eagerly, warmly. Your face turned hot and red, but you shivered from the cold. He parted from the kiss, and smiled.

"Are you cold?"

"Well, I am soaked through thanks to the clouds." You smiled, still pink.

"Then let's go get changed and get a mug of hot chocolate." He smiled at you warmly, and opened the door for you.

"Why, Ron, you are such a gentleman."

"Thank-" he was cut off when a mud ball hit him right in the chest.

"OY! YOU BLOODY YANK!"

You laughed and began to run on the muddy and wet field, it was still raining.

"Come and get me you limey!"

"THAT'S IT!"

You were hit in the stomach with a mud ball!

"OY! THIS IS MY CHUDLEY CANNONS SHIRT!"

"SO? THIS IS MY…LUCKY SHIRT!" he said laughing.

"So, you want to play that way Ron?" you say quietly to yourself. You take off your shirt to the surprise of Ron, revealing a black camisole underneath.

You walk seductively up to him, with a mud ball hidden behind your back.

"Well, I can admit, although I love winning, when I have lost. Can you forgive me?" You bat your eyelashes, making him swallow hard.

"Err...well, uh," he said, clearing his throat, "I-I'm sure that would be p-possible…" he says weakly, his voice cracking.

You give him a seductive gaze, and lean up for a kiss. He leans down, and you take the mud ball and rub it into his cheek. You laugh and begin to run, shaking the excess mud from your hand.

"Oh no you don't!"

Suddenly, a pair of big warm hands grabs your hips from behind, and pulls you backwards. Ron lost his balance and fell, with you falling on top of him.

"Awgh!"

"Ouch!"

"Well, you do make a marvelous landing pad!" You flip over to face him, lying on his chest. You look at his face and giggle, mud all over his right cheek and some on his nose. You move forward a little and place a warm kiss on his lips, smiling.

He responded, his tongue caressing your lower lip, begging for entrance. You grant it, and play with his tongue. The kiss lasts a little longer, until you feel a muddy hand run along your face. Then you scream.

"Argh! Ron!" You laugh, wiping some mud off of your left cheek.

"You missed a spot!" he says smiling.

"Where?"

"Well, right….here!" He rolls on top of you, kissing you again. You deepen the kiss, and could have sworn a small moan escape from him.

The rain begins to fall harder, and thunder begins to rumble in.

"I think we better take this inside." You replied, somewhat out of breath.

"I guess." Ron replied as a raindrop made its way down his face. His eyes were glassy with passion and want, but you couldn't keep making out with him on the muddy ground while it was raining!

Ron got up and held out a muddy hand to help you up, but just fell backwards pulling you on top of him again, keeping you in a scorching lip lock.

"Well, I guess we could stay out here for a few more minutes…" you say softly.

TBC

A/N: Yay a better chapter! I'm kinda proud of this one! Let me know what you think, review!