Okay little over my three day promise but I got no feedback obviously nobody wants to know how Ron got beaten in quidditch (I mean there must have been something). Well… Tough. I'm the author and if I give you this substandard length chapter I'll feel guilty. I need to say a few things first though… I am truly happy now, because well I have 18 reviews and I don't think that's bad for my first fic do you? I have got some serious writing to do now so enjoy.

Now… if I owned Harry Potter do you think I'd being sitting here now? No, I'd hiding from the Harry/Hermione shippers! Because when HBP comes out well they'll want my blood. But I'll be off partying with Dumbledore and Grawp! ;p

Quote: Pessimism is my way of life and sarcasm is my language. (Me)

Joke1: (found on the back of a chocolate penguin) How do you take away varnish? Take away the 'r'. (Silence) I don't blame you.

Joke2: Why did the fan fiction author fill her chapter with jokes and quotes? Because her chapter was too short.

Procrastination is the key to success

Answer phone: 'beep' advance apologies. 'Beep'

A/n Flashback in italics

Chapter 7

The crowd is screaming. We're 100 points up. It been the best game of quidditch I've ever played. That's not to say I don't see the smiles that are shot between Franklin and Hermione but I'm putting it into my game. This was one thing Franklin couldn't beat me at. That's not to say he wont try though. Yeah…Gotta keep my head stay in the game no matter what. What was that? Franklin just shot a look at that chaser… the one tailing Ginny… he nodded back and is passing the signal on. Get prepared. Here it comes he just sent me a grin… I'll show him…smug git. Now this is something I wasn't expecting full frontal attack… but there is no way there getting past me not a chance. Franklin is in the lead… give me a reason… I could have you… just give me a reason and I'll knock you into the ground. Following are the cronies all…three? Three there should be five where are the beaters? Ah well that is a good tactic isn't it. Never mind. Franklin's got the quaffle…no now it's the one with the duck feet… no the short one… ah I see there positioning it's to go to the back there going to collide with me… well they can do that. There here comes… Ow! I forgot about the bludgers… I think I'm bleeding… no time… here comes Franklin… now I'll zoom forward as if to get out the ways… now seize the quaffle… YES! Yeah that right Franklin I beat you… woo ho… wow my heads swimming… should tell someone… wait Smith's coming and the cronies…there going to… Wow the ground is quite far away…

He had only been walking for a few minuets when he heard voices, which he recognised all to well. They weren't trying to be quite or disguise their identity. He began to turn when he heard his name dragged into the conversation. "Well at least we got Weasley, even if we didn't score."

"And he didn't rat us out either, I heard him, didn't tell anyone but Potter."

"The noble idiot!" there was a great cheer at this that made Ron's blood boil. He turned the corner not caring what he met. As expected there they were seated on the stands, Smith and the rest of the Ravenclaw team. They hadn't yet seen him and he thought about sneaking away- he had only just stopped aching. But then he saw something that drove this from his mind. Cho Chang had moved to next to Franklin and they were definitely being too friendly. How could someone who had Hermione want Cho Chang? It didn't make any sense. They were kissing now. Ron's already strained temper finally snapped he didn't care if he was out numbered seven to one all that mattered was causing Smith as much pain as possible."So when were you going to tell Hermione?" he stepped fully into their view anger pumping throughout him. At the sight of him they all stood except Cho she remained in her seat looking smugly at Ron.

"So Weasley you found me out. Well done to bad you won't be able to remember it afterwards."

"After what? You can't do memory charms."

"No but we can beat the crap out of you." He had walked right up to him so they were facing each other. Ron was ready he raised his fist and crashed into Smith's nose he feeling it shatter. Smith swore loudly, holding his nose he staggered backwards. Almost instantly Ron was surrounded by five towering figures, Franklin was still wheezing and blood was pouring down his nose, though he managed to speak. "We learnt a few new charms recently Weasley," they each picked up a pebble from the ground pointed there wands at it and muttered 'engorgio' under there breathes until the pebbles resembled flightless bludgers. What were they going to do? Franklin, looking smug, answered him.

"Did you know Weasley that in America they have this game called Dodge ball where they chuck balls as hard as they can at each other. We modified it. A simple spell will work much better and hurt all the much more. We were waiting for a chance to use this on you." Again they raised their wands allowing the small boulders that they held to float. Cho finally rouse she moved over to Franklin and kissed him on the cheek staring pointedly at Ron. And even as he felt slight fear spread threw him he knew that he would one day get Smith back for what he was doing to Hermione. Then he knew no more.

Happy? Couple more things to say. In my haste to get this story out I seem to have forgotten a few important notes – I know that a lot of the characters are slightly OOC but that's because well their full characters didn't quite match. And Ron isn't a wimp and he isn't a half-wit and I never portrayed him to be. The reason he is letting himself get beaten into a pulp is one because he is outnumbered and two because he has entered a state of submission. Let me explain he is so unhappy that he just doesn't care anymore he doesn't give a damn. If you've never felt like that before then you're very lucky.

Remember… Good Karma! Don't kill the author for her short story.

Hermione's mean isn't she? Well that goes to prove never mess with a lady! (Hermione is so unHermione because I like Ginny and well she seems to mirror Ginny in this fic.) soz :) blame… the bunnies : )

I'm planned up to Chapter 11 but that's it.

"Wow Grawp can really party"