A/N: Hey, here is chapter 4! I really hope you guys like this one. :) Okay, well, with no further ado, let's get on to the show already!

Disclaimer: Is ANYTHING ever mine? I didn't think so! Everything belongs to the wondrous J.K Rowling.

Your Night

By: Silver Ice

Ron dressed in a rush, received a goodbye kiss and a quick 'good luck' from Hermione before he apperated to the giant Quidditch stadium the Chudley Cannons called home.

"Oy, Ron! You've finally come," Harry hollered from the middle of the field. Ron quickly made his way over to him, now beginning to feel nervous.

"So this is the new coach? He's better looking than old McFerguson, that's for sure," a tall brunette said, as she looked Ron over.

"Thank you…I think," Ron said as he flipped through a stack of papers he held. Ron then continued to speak, "how about everyone tells me their name and position."

At first no one spoke but then Harry started, "I'm Harry Potter and I play Seeker."

"I'm Clara Rivers, and I'm one of the Chasers," the tall brunette said. Next a tall built man said he was Thomas Jones and that he was a Beater. Another muscular man stated he was Jerry Smith and that he too was a Beater. Then two blonde girls, Shirley and Amanda Newman, said they were the final two Chasers. Up until then, Ron had already known every player, but the Keeper that stood in front of him was new. He wasn't tall or muscular, and he could have been a Seeker. However, he declared himself Ray Watson and said he was the Keeper.

"Nice to meet you all. The Cannons have been my favorite team since I could say Quidditch, and I'm so honored to be your new coach. Now, I'm Ron Weasley and I'm ready to win this team a World Cup!" Ron exclaimed, getting a loud cheer from his new team. Ron started to coach them on moves as though he'd been doing it for years. Ron had thought about his coaching methods, and for the most part he'd planned on keeping McFerguson's methods, but within a few minutes that quickly changed. Ron had decided to make the team work out, and the first exercise was running. Not just running though, running a kilometer. When Ron announced this, the response wasn't too positive.

"I am NOT running a kilometer!" Shirley declared, crossing her arms stubbornly.

"I'm not running unless you run," Clara snapped. Ron looked at everyone in disbelieve before he started to run. The Cannons looked at each other in shock before they shrugged their shoulders and ran behind Ron. They didn't stop after a kilometer and nearly ran two. Ron was thrilled that they had actually done something he'd said, he felt in power…even if it took a nudge.

When Amanda and Shirley stopped, begging for a break, Ron said they could rest for an hour. Everyone sighed in relief as they make their way to different places.

"That was grueling Ron!" Harry exclaimed, wiping the sweat off his brow.

"Yeah, but it was good for everyone," Ron replied, heading to the locker room in a light jog.

Harry followed and after a moment's silence asked, "So, when are you proposing to Hermione?"

Ron stopped, "How'd you know I was planning on proposing?"

"Please Ron! You've been waiting a long time to propose, and knowing you…it's been a wait for good money," Harry replied as they entered the locker rooms.

Ron sighed. "I wand to propose, but when Harry? Or what about how?" Ron asked, pulling out a sheet of parchment and a quill.

"You'll know when the time is right. Just do it soon, everyone's sick of waiting!" Harry said with a sigh.

"What about me? I'm sick of waiting too you know!" Ron said.

At this Harry laughed, "Yeah, for a very different reason."

Ron looked furious. "I can't believe you Harry!" Ron snapped, as he finished the letter he'd been writing. It read…

Dear Hermione,

How are you angel? Quidditch really is great; I love the Chudley Cannons even more now! Well, I don't have much to write, never was one for letters, but just be ready to go to dinner tonight at about 6:30! I love you darling!

Love,

Ron

Ron then took a small cage out of his robe pocket and let Pig out of it. "Take this back home to Hermione," Ron said as he tied the letter to his foot. Pig hooted before flying out an open window.

"So you're doing it tonight?" Harry asked.

"NO! I mean, I haven't prepared yet!" Ron replied.

Harry rolled his eyes. "At this rate, she'll be divorced three times before you're prepared to ask her," Harry said.

Ron coughed loudly before muttering, "Seekers!" He then stomped out the door.

"Fool in love!" Harry shouted back before the door slammed shut loudly. Ron hated when Harry was right, and Harry hated when Ron was stubborn. By the time practice started up again, Ron was still annoyed at Harry. This made him make the team fly from one end of the Quidditch pitch to the other…repeatedly. He didn't join them in this training. Instead he sat on the ground thinking about the night he learned about his new coaching position. When Hermione had dragged him into the bedroom that night, he was sure she was ready. She had stopped though before it had started, falling asleep after unbuttoning Ron's third button from his fancy button-up shirt. Ron hated when it stopped…and it always stopped. Ron let out a final angry sigh before calling down the Cannons.

"Now that was a hell of a lot better than running," Jerry alleged as the seven players landed simultaneously.

Ron nodded his head. "Good job, now, let's play a game of Quidditch! Clara, Harry, Ray, and Jerry—you'll be Team 1. Thomas, Shirley, Amanda, and me will be Team 2. Shirley, you'll play seeker for now," Ron explained.

"I don't want to be a Seeker!" Shirley complained.

"Fine, Amanda, you take Seeker for today, Shirley can be the Chaser." Ron compromised. No one else complained, and a minute later eight broomsticks were rising into the air. Ron was clutching the Quaffle and the Bludger's and Snitch were already loose.

Clara managed to score past Ron, but Shirley wasn't having such an easy time. She hadn't managed to score a single goal. When the score hit 50 to 0 in favor of Team 1, Ron told Clara and Shirley to trade Teams. Shirley, who hadn't scored anything before, managed 4 quick goals against Ron…but Clara didn't get a single shot past Ray. Harry finally caught the Snitch, making the score 240 to nothing.

Ron was impressed. "Ray, you're amazing. I had no idea you were such a great Keeper! You didn't let a single shot in," Ron raved in excitement.

Ray looked quite pleased with himself, "Thank you coach, I try."

"For all the things McFerguson did bad for this team, he made it up by signing us Ray and Harry," Amanda said. The team muttered their agreements while Ron thought about the Cannons and what they had now. They had a chance of winning, they had a perfect Keeper and a Seeker as fast as lightning. The World Cup was fast approaching, and the Chudley Cannons, who hadn't won anything since 1892, had a strong chance of winning. Ron was eager to see how Saturday's match against Puddlemere United would go. Especially since both Oliver Wood and Alicia Spinet were now on that team.

Ron continued to work the team, switching between running, stretching, flying, and a few hours of Quidditch. It was nearly 6:00 when he told everyone to get changed and go home. The team was relieved to rest and they all apperated in exhaustion. Ron was last to go and before he left he took one last look at his teams stadium. God he felt good.

******

"Honey, I'm home!" Ron hollered with a chuckle. He grabbed a butterbeer from the fridge, and searched the newly cleaned house for Hermione. He found her in the bedroom, her head on the vanity table and a tube of lipstick clutched in her hand. She looked amazing in her new silky blue dress robes. Ron was content just staring at her sleep; it was one of his favorite things to do. However, that didn't last long. At 6:30 the alarm clock began to ring and Hermione jolted awake.

"Oh my, Ron!" She mumbled as she looked around her.

"Morning," Ron said with a smile.

"How long have I been asleep? When did you come home?" Hermione asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"Don't worry about it, how about we just stay home tonight," Ron suggested.

"Ron, I don't want to ruin your plans!" Hermione said as she tried to hold back a yawn.

"No, we'll go out tomorrow or the next night," Ron said as Hermione walked over to him and sat down on the bed.

"I love you Ron," Hermione whispered.

"I love you too. Besides, who needs a restaurant," Ron said before giving Hermione a passionate kiss. When they separated for air Ron said, "this is much better."

Hermione giggled her agreement before Ron swept her into his arms for another kiss. Ron loved every make-out session he had with Hermione, but something came over him to do something else that night.

"Hermione," Ron said between kisses.

"What Ron?" Hermione questioned back.

"I wanna ask you something," Ron said.

Hermione's heart raced in anticipation, "Yes?"

Ron was silent before asking, "You wanna go all the way?" He regretted the words as they left his mouth.

The kissing stopped and Hermione quickly stood up, "RONALD WEASLEY, I have never been so…oooh! You oaf!" Hermione bellowed before grabbing her discarded cloak and apperating. Ron began to smash his head into the wall.

"I'm so stupid, stupid, stupid," Ron muttered, not believing what he'd just done. He felt like a complete idiot. He sat in self-loathing for a few minutes before realizing that Hermione had actually left. That wasn't the worst part of it though. The worst part was that he had no clue where she'd gone. As he grasped this he quickly jumped up and apperated to the Burrow. He found Fred and George whispering at the kitchen table.

"Have you seen Hermione?" Ron asked without saying hello.

"She came huffing in here a few minutes ago," Fred answered.

"We asked her if ickle Ronniekins was being bothersome and she groaned before apperating out of here," George said.

Ron frowned, "Where'd she go you two?" Fred and George shrugged. Ron shook his head and apperated to Harry's house. Harry had received Grimmauld 12 after he'd graduated, and he had fixed the place up considerably.

"HARRY!" Ron shouted. He heard the dimmed curses of Mrs. Black before Harry came downstairs.

"How was dinner?" Harry asked with a glance at his watch.

"Harry…we were in the bedroom and she was sleeping and then she got up and then we were making out and then I asked her if she wanted to go all the way!" Ron explained in a rush.

Harry was silent before muttering, "Wow."

This didn't comfort Ron at all, and he started to pace. "I've really screwed up this time!" Ron said, stopping his pacing as he sank against a wall. Harry looked as though he was going to disagree, but he nodded his head instead.

Ron looked up before muttering, "Damn."

A/N: HEY! Do you guys like? Lame? No? Yes? Well…let me hear where you want Ron to find Hermione okay. Do you want it to be at Vicky's place? Or her parents place? Or Hogwarts? Do tell, I you have some place better, share! AKA, review! Please! Okay…um I tried my best on Quidditch and all, so don't stone me! *Runs away from objects being thrown at me* Thank you if you do review, if you have read this ALL and you're not going to comment…then thank you for reading. If you aren't reading this, you don't know what you're missing!

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