oooo I am soooo sorry! ive kept you waiting for sooo long and the worst thing is i didnt get anymore of the story completed. I seem to have developed a block and havnt written anything since first uploading. Oh well ive written up to chapter 7 but thats just a novelty. Oh phooey i am so busy its not my fault blame... someone other than me

Disclaimer: apparently this is required o well here it is, my statement- " I do not and never have owned Harry Potter or any of the characters/scenes associated with him" And with that said i'd like to add "They made me say it!"

Chapter 6

In a four poster bed lay Ron Weasley, he was alone though the four other beds in the room were occupied three of those occupants were sleeping happily. He and his best friend Harry Potter where lying awake thinking of tomorrow's game and other things. This would be a real milestone for Harry because this would be his first game as captain. Ron however had a different problem he would be the apposing keeper to Franklin Smith his secret enemy. It was a very strange situation, to everyone but Ron Harry and Franklin and a few other boys in Ravenclaws, they had no reason to be enemies but in the past week they had had very frequent secret encounters. Ron would be on his own every time, while on the way to the bathroom usually, would run into Franklin and a handful of his buddies. They would crack their knuckles threateningly while Franklin and Ron 'talked.'

"So Weasley how's it going?" he would start calmly, it would always start calmly. "I was fine, until I ran into you that is." Ron would retort

"Cheeky. Well we'll see how cheeky you are when you get what's coming to you." Then he'd click his fingers and his mob would kick beat and jump on Ron but only on parts invisible when clothing was worn. "Now you know what happens when people mess with me or my girl. Good luck tomorrow Weasley you'll need it. "

This had only happened two hours ago and Ron was still sore and bruised he'd finally come clean to Harry and his response had not been a welcome one.

"Tell Hermione."

"No."

"Why not?

"Its none of my business."

"None of your bloody business! Ron, this bloke is having you beaten regularly and your going to let Hermione, our best friend, date that toe rag."

"She isn't my best friend anymore, remember."

"That doesn't mean you stop caring for her."

"Yes it does, I have to, for her." Ron sat down in a suggestion of submission.

"You are an idiot." He stood up " I'll tell her." Ron's eye's widened with horror

"You can't because…" Harry raised a sceptic eyebrow " she won't believe you, she'll think were making it up."

Harry surveyed his best friend; there was a difference he'd missed recently that happiness that usually radiated from Ron had disappeared replaced with an air of permanent fakenessg that radiated from Lavender. It was this, more than anything else that made him agree to leave the matter to Ron. After a while both boys fell into emotionally exhausting sleeps.

Ginny kissed Dean quickly on the lips, grabbing a piece of toast as she went, met Hermione and the Creevy brothers in the entrance hall and they made their way down to the quidditch pitch although this was the first match as chaser she wasn't nervous. However her lack of nerves didn't make her immune to other emotions, her anger levels had been raising like the magma of an active volcano. So as she sat to listen to Harry's team speech, she gazed at him with a cross expression.

"Well this is our first game together as a team, and I think this needs to be said, we need to play as a team. So if were on the pitch we are team mates nothing more nothing less. It doesn't matter what's off the pitch just the quidditch that's on the pitch." Harry glanced around at everyone and then added "and maybe I'd do good to remember that to." He smiled at them and said, "Now who wants to go win some quidditch." There were some cheers at the end of the speech. And Harry thought that he'd never seen a more confident team. But there was still that thing he had to do.

"Hermione, could we" he hung back indicating for her to as well, but before she could enquire he delved into his statement "Make sure you play for your house and not your boyfriend Hermione if you hesitate out there than…" he trailed off staring blankly at his feet. Hermione just looked vacant at him for a minuet and then said with all the breeziness she could manage,

" Wouldn't imagine it captain," and then added more to herself than Harry "Franklin wouldn't want me to anyway."

As they zoomed around everyone was true to their words no one was holding onto any loose feelings they were just playing. He felt his head clear for the first time in months and all the team executed his tactics perfectly and with out fail so after forty-five minuets of perfect play they were eighty points up. Though Harry had to say it was not that the other team were less adequate it was just, no matter how good there attempts to score, they just couldn't get past Ron.

They had been playing for an hour now but Hermione wasn't faltering she had scored five goals against Franklin and although he never let his guard down he beamed at her without the slightest sign of worry.

Franklin suddenly grasped his broom quickly and flew straight forwards towards the other side of the pitch. Everyone gasped in amazement as the keeper left his end and sped daringly towards the other hoops and Ron Weasley. Split second later the Ravenclaws chasers were all speeding after him, one of them had grabbed the quaffle from Ginny's loosened grip. But still Ron hovered between his hoops; completely unfazed by the strange tactics the opposing team were taking. Every other member of the gryffindor team watched helplessly as their keeper awaited the attack, until the carefully positioned beaters both shot bludgers directly at Ron's head, Ron having all his attention on the four players zooming towards him didn't notice the beaters…

Harry turned away at the last moment, though he heard the impact, just to see a golden ball brush past him and Cho Chang hot on its tail. Without thinking he pulled his broom into action controlling it more with his thoughts than his movement. He was neck and neck with Cho now; they both raised their hands. Just a little further, Just a little further. As his hand closed around the snitch he felt triumph wash over him, and then came the worry. Ron.

After they had known they had won the gryffindor team shot towards Ron, or where Ron had been. Instead they found him in the changing rooms, sitting on a bench, panting slightly. Ginny rushed forwards grabbed her brother " Are you okay?" this was unnecessary owing to the state of Ron, he had one bloody clump of hair where undoubtedly a bludger had struck his head.

" Fine." Grunted weakly, clutching his head " I didn't let them score anyway." He said smiling smugly at his sister. Ginny seemed to boil over she shook her head slowly, raised her hand and smacked the back of his head.

"YOU idiot! Why when that bludger hit you didn't you just stop, why'd you have to take on those gits! They wanted to score we were 100 bloody points up than why didn't you just let them!" Ron gaped at her as though she were lame.

"Principle its about principle! I cant let them think they can beat me, can I?" he got to his feet, then swayed falling back onto the bench.

"Ron Franklin and those oafs just flew into you so what the…" but she was cut of by sudden movement from Hermione.

"Come on Gin, that's quidditch, they weren't trying to seriously injure him, it wasn't spiteful."

"Wasn't spiteful my arse! I'm telling you they didn't have to fly into Ron to score a goal!"

"Then why would they?" said Hermione sceptically

"You tell me it was your boyfriend who knocked my brother of his broom and let him fall eighty feet!" Harry stood up so quickly that everyone in the changing room looked at him he moved in between the two girls. They glared at him waiting what he had to say

"You leave that there the both of you," he said forcibly "if you hadn't noticed Ron doesn't look all too good at the moment," everyone's eyes shot to Ron who was now looking around the room vacantly. "So, Colin go get madam Pomphry she was sitting next to Dumbledore and Ginny talk to your brother keep him awake. NOW"

Madam Pomphry arrived quickly, shooing everyone but Harry Ginny and Hermione from the room, she took a quick look at Ron and withdrew something from her purse handed it to Ginny who gave it to Ron, he gulped it down without struggle or acknowledgment. He regained composure instantly he no longer looked distant but clutched his head. "Well yes, Mr Weasley I'm sure it hurts but I'll fix that up in a second, take off your shirt please, so I can access the full extent of the damage." Ron looked around, received two expectant looks and one of great pity, giving up he pulled of his shirt. Gasps filled the room and Harry swore out loud though no one seemed to notice they all stared in disgust at Ron's torso.

Ginny let out a low breath and removed her gaze from her brothers bruised chest,

"What happened to you?" she asked breaking a silence that had followed

"Nothing." He said all to quickly

"Well then, how did you get all those." She indicated the extensive cuts and bruises dominating were Ron's shirt had been.

"Come on Gin, I just fell eighty feet from the sky what you expect." There was a moment where Ginny looked sceptical and Harry muttered something that sounded like 'got a point' in no apparent direction. Madam Pomphry then cleared her throat and looked Ron up and down several times before saying

"Those were not all made today. These" she indicated a particularly nasty looking cluster of bruises and cuts on Ron's lower back "were made two days ago and by someone kicking you in the back I presume." She eyed Ron simply; he gulped, feeling the presence of those around him. "Take this," she offered him a small vile of purple liquid "they should all disappear completely new and old, I'll leave you to it." She eyed Ginny, caution and waited for Ron to finish the potion and departed.

It took a while for Ginny to regain speech "kicking you in the back? Ron what is going on?" Harry shifted slightly as Ron struggled with sub consciences; he finally forced himself to look at his sister.

"Now Gin," he glanced at Harry who instantly became very interested in his hand. " It wasn't that bad you know." He said very clearly to his feet. There was a small movement from a corner of the room and everyone's attention shot to Hermione.

"Ron what happened? It doesn't take a genius to realise that you've been beaten up but why didn't you tell us?"

Ginny looked back at Ron expectantly his eyes however were still on Hermione.

"I did tell someone! And as for you, I don't have to tell you anything anymore, remember!" Ron barked at her. Hermione gave him a quivering look and turned away.

"Who did you tell then?" Ginny seized upon the idea.

"Harry." Ron said carelessly. Ginny turned to Harry and he felt himself melt.

"You knew! You let my brother, your friend be beaten and you didn't tell me? How dare you?" she spat at him. Guilt flickered across his face and he bowed his head.

"He only found out last night Gin it isn't his fault." Ginny didn't seem to care in the slightest but Harry suddenly looked up at Ron.

" If you'd told me it was that bad…" he indicated to Ron's now heeled torso.

"You would've done something." Ron finished for him and turned to his sister "Just leave it okay?"

Ginny face was nearing the colour of her hair. "Well then," she sighed, "who is it?" Ron stared at her blankly and Harry once again looked at his left hand. "Tell me who it is so I can curse them to oblivion!" She ordered her temper rising once again.

"It's no one, Gin." Harry said to her quietly.

"No one didn't give him those bruises."

"I said leave it Ginny, just let me handle it okay." And with that he turned and ran out of the room.

An- How was it do you like this i was wondering do you want a play by play of the Ravenclaw attack on Ron because it would give the chapter some much needed lenghth. Review and you get a cookie (:)! I will only write the quidditch if i get a good amount of reviews supporting the idea! i just went to borders and reserved my copy of HBP! Only 123 (or 122 if this is the 15) left!

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leave me alone the plea was a author cracking up i needed conformation and i get a person telling me im begging. Well i'll remove it it doesnt matter you rouined my fuzzy feeling! next chapter should be out in about three days or so... no promises!