Author's Notes: This is the fourth chapter as I've promised! It's quite alright, in my opinion, because I doubted at first if I'll be able to create the scene where Draco hexed Ron as clear as I wanted it to be. I hope you like this chapter because I tried very hard to make this as interesting as possible. ;-)

The fifth chapter might not be uploaded soon because I'm still finding time to write it. I still haven't set up a mood for the happenings in there and I'm still thinking of ideas how to make Ron's shyness obvious in the fifth chapter. I hope you'll wait. :D Anyways, thanks for reading and reviewing!

And yeah, please do pardon my mistakes. I'm only human, I can commit them. Sometimes there are typographical or grammatical errors. Just please ignore them and focus on the story. Although my writing skills suck (I'm not good at descriptions and techniques), I promise you that I give my whole effort to my stories.

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Ron woke up earlier than usual. He was still drowsy from sleep for it was still dark when he stirred. Nevertheless, he got up his bed and groggily headed for the shower.

The water seemed to have awakened his senses because when he went down for breakfast, there was no trace of sleepiness in his face. He otherwise looked very excited. The special day had come, finally, after two weeks of waiting. Ron would not just be able to witness a game that would be talked about for centuries; he would also be able to see it with the woman he had loved for so long.

He ate his breakfast heartily, which was quite a surprise, for the breakfast at the table was corned beef sandwich. He used to dislike corned beef so much that Fred shuddered when he started to eat them with gusto.

"Oh no, Ron, you need a ward in St. Mungo's. What's wrong with you? You seem to have burned your tastebuds. Or maybe your head loosened its screw. Oh no, Ron, you're frightening me!" said Fred truthfully. Ron remained expressionless and kept on eating.

"I just want to be full before the match, you know. I don't want my stomach to ruin my wonderful time."

"Oh yes, because ickle Ronniekins will be with dear Herm-own-ninny. You know, you shouldn't have agreed to go with them. Malfoy will just spoil your moment," said George.

"I will enjoy the World Cup even if he tries to pester me. I'm quite immune to his insults now," answered Ron.

"Well, whatever. Let's just eat breakfast. We'll be late if we keep on talking," complained Ginny. "And I don't want to be late for Harry, you know."

They planned to use the Portkey for transportation because Ginny had still not passed her Apparition test. She also did not want to be left alone to use the Portkey.

After breakfast they all headed to Stoatshead Hill. Arthur Weasley found the Portkey after several minutes of searching. It was a smelly shoe.

"So, is there still anybody we're waiting for?" Ginny asked.

"No, all of them went ahead of us two weeks ago. So, ready now. At the count of three," Mr. Weasley signaled.

Three, two, one. The Weasley family seemed to be whirling into a big whirlpool. Colors were speeding and swirling past them, until –

"AH! You're on me! I can't breathe! Fred, get up!" exclaimed George. Fred stood up, letting George catch his breath.

The Weasleys headed for the stadium. Upon arriving, they met familiar faces – Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Ernie Macmillan, Hannah Abbott, Oliver Wood, Angelina Johnson and Luna Lovegood. All of them were wearing blue rosettes, showing their strong support in Scotland.

Harry Potter was also there. He was waiting for Ginny, and, upon seeing her, ran up to her and kissed her on the cheek. Ginny giggled.

"Harry, you're still not permitted to kiss her on the cheek! That is still for next month. You're only allowed to hold her hand this month according to our agreement, remember?" Ron told Harry in a protective sort of way.

"For Merlin's sake, Ron, I'm already eighteen," Ginny complained. Ron laughed.

"Just joking. So, have to go now, Hermione's waiting," said Ron. He then disappeared in the crowd.

He saw Draco and Hermione finally, sitting near Cho Chang. However, what he saw made his heart twist with jealousy. He found them in an unlikely situation – Hermione's head was resting on Draco's shoulder while Draco was holding her hand. Ron felt a big lump in his throat.

He did not know what to do. Should he come up to them or should he just sit beside his family? He was just starting to go back where he came from when –

"Ron! Come here, we've been waiting for you. What took you so long?" asked Hermione, suddenly straightening up and removing her hand from Draco's grip. Draco looked displeased.

"Well, uh, we, uh, woke up quite late," he lied. Hermione smiled.

"Come sit with us, the game will start in a moment," she said. Ron carefully sat beside Hermione. "Know what? I haven't slept last night just to be early for today's game. I haven't even noticed that I was already fast asleep on Draco's shoulder," Hermione said. Ron was pleased to hear the truth from her.

Seeing Ron sit beside Hermione, Draco looked irritated. He quickly made up an alibi so that Ron would sit beside him and be far from Hermione.

"Why don't you sit beside me? It's much more comfortable to watch in this side," he lied. Ron refused him.

"No thanks. I'll sit here," he told him, half-smiling.

Several advertisements were shown in the field like those of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. They amused themselves in watching these when Hermione suddenly remembered something. "Oh, I forgot! You guys wait here, I'll just buy rosettes and programs for us," she told them and then hurried to the vendors.

Draco and Ron were left alone. Draco took advantage of his chance to annoy Ron.

"You know, Weasel, you really are starting to get into my nerves. If you hadn't shown yourself to Hermione maybe I would still be holding her hand now. You're such a spoiler, you know, you filthy, poor and freckly moron," insulted Draco. Ron clenched his fists tightly.

"Don't try me, Malfoy, or you'll end up eating everything you said," Ron threatened. Draco gave a soft chuckle.

"Oh yeah? Well, let's see. Don't ever attempt to threaten me again, Weasel, or else you'll have to beg for a dog's face," he said angrily. Ron ignored him and patiently waited for Hermione. Draco kept on throwing insults at him but Ron kept strong, pretending that Draco had not touched a single nerve.

Dracco was infuriated by this. Then, feeling revengeful, he muttered a curse, pointing his wand at Ron. Ron did not hear what he said but was sure that he had hexed him.

"What did you do, Malfoy, you evil FUREBLOOD! Oh no, I've just said FUREBLOOD! Hey, what did you do?" asked Ron angrily. Draco laughed.

"Figure it out yourself," he said, amused by the effect of the spell on Ron's speech. Ron seemed to be on the verge of explosion. "You great FRAT! You'll FAY for what you did! I FROMISE!"

Just then, Hermione came back with the programs and rosettes. She gave some to Draco and Ron.

"Thanks, Hermione. You shouldn't have SFENT for – oh no, I mean you shouldn't have SFENT – "

"What's wrong with you, Ron? Are you sick? You look pale," Hermione said with utter concern.

"No, I'm fine, really, this is nothing. I'm just having some FROBLEM with my SFEECH – oh"

Hermione became worried. "You must have been hexed! I should perform a countercurse – "

"No, no, I'm fine, just watch the game. It's already starting," said Ron. Hermione looked at him with anxiety. "You sure you're okay?" she asked. Ron nodded.

They watched the game attentively and abandoned Ron's problem. The match was not as long as expected – it only lasted for a whole hour.

Scotland won. Almost everyone in the stadium cheered. All of the Scotland supporters were glad to have defeated Bulgaria for the first time.

"I wonder why Viktor didn't get the snitch," Hermione said while people were cheering and shouting. "But, nonetheless, I'm very happy that we won."

"Yeah, great game, really. Bloody brilliant. And watching it with you was the best FART – "

Draco laughed. Hermione remembered to perform a countercurse. "Oh no, I'm sorry, I forgot to – anyway, I'll just take off that curse," she said, and then she muttered the countercurse.

Ron felt something. He then tested if the countercurse had worked.

"Play, puke, purple, piss, pink, part – well, I'm okay now. Thanks for all your help," he said gratefully. Hermione winked at him. Draco frowned.

"What are friends for?" she said. Ron smiled at her but inside he wondered, "Will I remain just her best friend forever?"

They were all able to go home safely. Ron, in his bedroom, was smiling and staring blankly on the wall.

"What a great time. And you, Hermione, made the moment magical. Whatever happens, I'll get you from Draco, and that's a promise," he thought.