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Chapter 6- Ron

At dinner that night, Harry noticed the three Gryffindor girls looking in his direction again. He knew that they were talking about him. It made him blush slightly because he had noticed that more and more girls were beginning to like him.

"Harry, mate, did you see those girls looking at you? Wonder what's up?" Ron said.

"Isn't it obvious Ron? They like Harry. Ha! And they're only eleven!" snorted Hermione.

"Yeah, well, I... um saw them this morning talking about me," Harry blushed again.

Malfoy then came up behind them and said, "Aww, how cute. The little first-years fancy Potty." Then he yelled to the entire Great Hall, "Harry Potter likes eleven-year-olds!"

"SHUT UP MALFOY!" screamed Harry. The whole hall went silent. A few seconds later the chatter started up again and Harry calmed down.

"You'd best watch yourself, Malfoy. Now that Harry's back on the Quidditch team we're going to beat you...again," Ron said smugly.

"Well, let's just hope the dementors don't get Potter...again," Malfoy retorted. As he left, Harry swore that he could hear Malfoy humming "Weasley Is Our King."

Ron smacked himself in the head. "Oy! Harry forgot to tell you! Katie said we have practice tomorrow night on the pitch. She told me to remind you yesterday, but it slipped my mind. I only forgot because of how I was doing well in Divination."

At that, Hermione opened her mouth and said, "WHAT? You did well in that old fraud's class? I didn't think it was possible. Ronald Weasley, predicting the future...I've never heard of such a thing."

"It wasn't really predicting the future, we were just reading each other's minds with a crystal ball. Nothing too difficult," he said, jamming a piece of jellied toast into his mouth.

Hermione just sat there, her mouth hanging open, muttering nonsense.

"Um, Hermione, you might want to close your mouth, because you're letting all the flies in." Harry said sarcastically. "Besides, we have homework to finish. Snape's essay is due in three days and I have yet to start it."

(A/N: This part takes place the next night cuz it's gonna be practice.)

"Alright now you little Quidditch players-well maybe not little," Katie said, looking up at Ron. "OK, time to see what you can do. Ginny and Elijah, please mount your brooms and when I blow the whistle, try to score on Ron. Ready, three, two, one TWWWWEEEEEETTT!"

Ginny and Elijah both raced up, with Ginny holding the Quaffle. She flew up and down, as if pretending to avoid players on an invisible team. She did a side roll, and then quickly tossed the Quaffle to Elijah, who then flew past Ron and got it into the middle goal hoop. Everyone on the Gryffindor team cheered, but Katie scowled. "RON!" she screamed, "HOW COME YOU CAN'T BLOCK A SHOT MADE BY CHASERS ON YOUR OWN TEAM? ESPECIALLY WHEN SHE IS YOUR SISTER! IS IT REALLY THAT DIFFICULT?" She stormed around for about ten more minutes and then finally said, "Jack, Andrew, go up and hit the buldgers around while Ginny and Elijah still try to score on Ron. Don't hit them too hard because we don't need any injuries this early in the season." They practiced for a little while, while Harry watched. He noticed that Ron sometimes had a quizzical look on his face when one of the plays Katie showed Ginny, Elijah, Jack, and Andrew didn't always go correctly. Finally Katie said, "Harry, get up here! I'm letting the Snitch go, but give it a few minute's head start!" She flew away, and Harry counted to 180 and then raced up to find the Snitch. He easily found it because of the reflection of the late afternoon sun on it. He smiled as he caught it, thinking, 'This is the life.'

After practice, while they were walking back to the castle, Harry saw Ron run up to Katie and try to tell her something, but she just swatted him off like a fly on her face. Ron shrugged and waited for Harry to catch up. "What was that all about?" he asked.

"Nothing. I was going to tell her what might help some of her plays, but she didn't want to talk to anyone at the moment." Ron replied. "I had some new ideas for some plays, but I want an opinion first. So will you look at them for me? You know, tell me if they're good."

"Sure. I'm not the best with plays, but I'll try my best to help."

"Thanks, mate."

When they got back into the common room, Ron ran upstairs to their dorms to get his plays. When Harry told Hermione about they new plays she said, "What? All this time I thought he was doing homework, and he was creating Quidditch plays? That boy confuses me."

"Got 'em!" Ron yelled as he came running down the stairs. This made quite a few people yell "SSHH" back to him. "Sorry," he muttered, under his breath. He thrusted them at Harry, who looked stunned at how many papers Ron had given him. Harry glanced at them quickly, and he saw the most complicated looking diagrams in the world. It reminded him of when Oliver Wood was the Gryffindor Quidditch captain. Every play was detailed with little symbols for each player. Harry found he could follow them pretty well, except for the part of Ron's bad handwriting. He had to admit, most of these plays looked like they would work, and they were only on parchment.

"Ron, these are great! If Katie would actually look at these, and I'm not saying she won't, we'd have an awesome chance of winning every game!" Harry said.

"Thanks Harry! Turn them over, I even thought up what the other team might do to block them."

Harry turned them over, and sure enough, there were many smaller symbols on it, all moving around, swerving and dodging. Harry was amazed. He finally said, "Ron, you're going to be a great Quidditch player someday." Ron smiled and his ears went pink.