Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me! (Obviously) All Rowling's.
Summary: Ron has this odd dream that seems to be more of a "Harry-dream" than a regular dream. Don't be put off because it mentions Ron, it's not all from his point of view - just the first chapter or so in order to establish the rising incident. The rest is all from Harry and the occasional Draco. I've never come up with a full plot before! So please, please support me by reviewing! I'm craving for 'em!
The next morning Ron woke up feeling pleasant about something he wasn't quite aware of. Nevertheless, in good spirits, he threw his pillow at Harry, waking him up and forcing the poor boy to listen to him singing improvised tunes for the whole time they were getting ready to go down for breakfast. As they walked into the Great Hall, Hermione waved her hand at them in greeting, "Good Morning Harry! Good Morning Ron!"
"Yeah, really, a good morning for sure," muttered Harry half-spiritedly.
"Oh come on Harry, brighten up!" said Ron, slapping Harry in the back. Just as Ron and Harry had started on their breakfast, the morning post flew in.
"Get down here you lousy git!" said Ron, as he made a grab for Pigwidgeon. "Wow! Look at this Harry! Fred and George sent me a couple of their Skiving Snackboxes!" Harry peered over, forcing a smile onto his face for Ron. He had not expected himself to feel like this. After all, it was just a bit of post. But as Ron was yelling for Pigwidgeon to come down to him, he realized that he hadn't got any post - or ever would from Sirius. Hermione noticed this, "Are you…are you all right, Harry?" she asked gently, putting her hand on his arm. Harry shrunk back and nodded his head.
"Hey Harry! Look at this! Fred and George said that they're doing really well…and that they might look for premises at Hogsmeade, if their store continues with its success!" Ron informed, not noticing the tender moment Harry was going through. Hermione shot him a fierce glare.
"What? I was only telling - " he shut up when he turned to see Harry's face. At that moment, Professor McGonagall swept up to their table, interrupting previous conversations with new timetables. She tapped Harry on the shoulder, shocking him out of his stupor and said, "As far as I am concerned, you're back on the quidditch team, Potter. After last years performance, I daresay we need to train harder." As McGonagall started walking back to the staff table she turned around, "Oh, and before I forget, since Johnson has now left us, I've appointed you as the new team Captain," she peered at him over her glasses, "Do not fail me, Potter, or I may have to reconsider my decision." With that, she walked off. Harry sat there, stunned at the news. He turned to Ron. Ron was gaping at him. "Ha..Harry, mate! Good job! This year, with you back as our seeker and team captain, we are so going to win!" Harry, for the first time in months, heartily grinned at hearing Ron's full support and with that, got up to leave for his first class with Ron and Hermione - Defense Against the Dark Arts.
The NEWT level students huddled outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, discussing amongst themselves when Harry, Ron and Hermione arrived.
"Who d'you reckon it'll be?"
"I sure hope, they're up to it this time - give me another Umbridge and I'm walking over to Potter for DA meetings - they don't have to be secretive anymore, right?"
Harry stared at the Hufflepuff, Ernie McMillan, who had just mentioned the DA meetings, with surprise. Ron interrupted his moment of amusement, "Who do you think it'll be?"
"Well, like Ernie said, I hope it's someone up to it this year. Maybe professor Lupin again?" Hermione thought out loud. Harry was smiling at Hermione's thought. Just when things could have been bad, things just got worse.
"No need to 'hope'," muttered Harry as he titled his head pointedly in the direction of the billowing man walking towards them. Ron gaped, again. Most of the crowd (except for the slytherins) seemed to have gaped with Ron, for they had abruptly stopped their wondering of who the new teacher would be. With a flick of his wand, Snape opened the door, "Move," he ordered. Despite his stern manner, for the first time in Harry's life, he witnessed a Snape who was not maliciously pleased, but honestly and truthfully in good spirits. "Sit. Much like my NEWT potions class, I will expect much from this class as well..." An hour later, the class walked out of Snape's class. "Well, that wasn't too bad, was it? If only he had let me answer a few of those questions - but it was interesting, wasn't it?" Hermione asked. Harry and Ron stared at Hermione, torn between disbelief and disgust. "Well, Hermione, you can go enjoy Snape's homework on your own tonight, because Harry and I are going to practice some quidditch this afternoon, - oh, sorry about the short notice, Harry, that's ok with you, right?" Ron asked looking at Harry hopefully. Harry smiled at Ron's eagerness and nodded his consent. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Upon your own head, Ron! And don't come to me for help when you don't have the time left!" she warned. "What class do you guys have next? I have ancient runes! I can't wait!"
"Well, I actually have a free period next, since I didn't make it into divination," said Harry in a mocking put-out tone.
"Hey, Harry! You think Madame Hooch will let us on the field then? Because I don't have a class either!" said Ron excitedly.
"Ok." Said Harry.
"Well, I guess I'll see you two later at lunch then." Said Hermione, walking towards the stairs. Harry and Ron managed to get permission from Madame Hooch. The moment that she had said, "Yes," Harry and Ron threw themselves up the stairs to grab their brooms. Five minutes later they were on the quidditch pitch. Harry breathed in the air and smiled. It had been a long time since he had been allowed to touch his broom, let alone, play. As they prepared to mount their brooms, an unwelcome slytherin and his cronies strutted towards them.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Potty and Weasel-bee." Drawled Malfoy. "What class did you not make it into? Potions, perhaps?"
"Actually, Malfoy, unfortunately, we did." Harry said, gripping the wand in his pocket tightly.
"Actually, Malfoy, unfortunately, we did!" Malfoy mimicked. Crabbe and Goyle broke into grunts of laughter.
"Beat it, Malfoy!" Ron shot at him.
"Or else what?"
"Or else…or else we'll - "
"Hex me? Is that the best you can come up with Weasel-bee?" Ron's ears turned a bright red. Harry held onto Ron who was close to hexing Malfoy. "What's the matter Weasel-King? You're not siriusly going to hex me are you? You could get into a load of trouble you know? I am a pref - " Malfoy ducked in time, for Harry, angry and couldn't take anymore of Malfoy's taunts, had shot him a hex.
"Now, now, Potter, play nice. If you really want to fight that badly, why not duel with me? A real duel?" Malfoy challenged.
"What? You think we'd fall for that again, Malfoy? Let you grass on us when we're out passed curfew? Don't you have anything new?" asked Harry.
"As a matter of fact, I do. We'll make it a real duel this time - not passed curfew, how's that? After all, I am a prefect and I wouldn't like to get anyone in trouble, would I?" smirked Malfoy. Harry laughed, "Oh of course not, Malfoy, you wouldn't try anything harmful if your life depended on it!"
"Then it's settled? I'll meet you at the Main doors at the coming Hogsmeade visit." Said Malfoy in a final tone. Harry smirked.
"Since when did I consent to go?" asked Harry.
"Mr. Potter, will you please duel with me then?" Malfoy asked mockingly. Harry signaled to Ron and they left the quidditch pitch with Malfoy yelling, "You didn't answer me, Mr. Potty!", " What will it be then?"
A/N: Please review! Merci beaucoup!
