(( AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! I'm so sorry that I haven't posted in so long *stabs computer* Well actually, we had to get our reeeeaaallly old computer that we had along time ago and use that for awhile. So then on there I typed up this chapter. Right before I was going to post it we got our regular computer back. So I saved this chapter to a floppy disk to put onto the regular computer. *sighs* Well for some reason the floppy disk didn't work so I didn't have the chapter anymore. So then I began retyping it but then the computer crashed again. Grrr. So luckily, even though I had deleted the story from the back-up computer, I still had the floppy disk that seemed to work for this computer. So there's my story. Sorry if there's mispellings in this and the next chapter, my old computer doesn't have spell check. Read and Review!))
"Herm-oh-ninny!" The voice repeated more enthusiastic then before. Ron felt the blood boil inside of him as he slowly turned around to face the man who was calling. There weren't that many people that Ron personally hated (Well, not including Malfoy) but whenever he had to think of a name, one person always came to mind as being the biggest threat in Ron's life. Viktor Krum. And here he was, coming closer towards Ron, mistaking him for the girl that Ron had dreamed about, and that Krum had so carelessly danced with three years ago, not caring if Ron had minded or not.
Vicky, as Ron so cleverly called him, had to have been atleast twenty years old, and by the looks of it he had definatley hadn't given up on Quidditch, now spending his spare time eating chocolate frogs while lounging about watching muggle television. No, Krum looked taller now... maybe that was because Ron was looking at him from Hermione's point of view, but Ron bet that if he was in his own body he could size up to him with no problem. He looked more masculine now too, having cheekbones on his face that were more visible now, making him look more powerful...in an odd sort of way.
Krum had reached a little less then a meter before he outstretched his arms give who he thought was Hermione, a friendly hug. Ron quickly dodged him, moving towards the left before Vicky could get close enough. "I'm more of a shake hands kind of gu... girl now," Ron said, quickly catching his mistake. Ron really wasn't too fond of the idea of hugging a guy... especially one that he loathed.
Krum shook his hand with his two bushy eyebrows furrowed. "Is there something I did? I am very sorry I didn't write to you lately, but I didn't vant to ruin the surprise!" He exclaimed with some sort of mixed expression on his face of happiness and confusion.
"I'm sort of in a hurry, " Ron said, wanting to rush out to the Quidditch game and... do something to stop the game and Hermione getting hurt. But then a thought occured to him... What if Hermione actually did well? Although that would bring extreme happiness to him knowing that she didn't get killed out there, but he would also be incredibly embaressed if Hermione did better then him when he had been playing since his fifth year when she hadn't played before at all. She did know a lot about Quidditch from all the books she's read... and she's watched Harry, Ron, and Ginny practice enough times to pick some of the moves up. The thought drained out of his mind when Krum started talking again.
"Yes, Dumbledore told me about the vinter ball and how much vork you have to do. Maybe I can valk to there." Krum said.
"I'm not going there now!" Ron yelled, beginning to lose his patience to the point he considered dashing to the Quidditch game without saying anything to Vicky. But then when he noticed how much taller and muscular Krum was compaired to Hermione's body he knew he didn't have a chance at getting 1/4 ways there before Krum caught up with him. "I need to get to the Quidditch Pitch, now!"
"Since vhen have you take a liking to Quidditch?" He asked with a puzzled expression, staring straight through him with curiousity.
"Since... I don't have time for this!" Ron grumbled coldly as he turned and started running towards where he knew the Quidditch Field was. When he had gotten a few meters away he turned his head to see if Krum was running after him, but when he saw Krum just standing there with a dumbfounded look on his face Ron picked up the pace and started running faster. He dashed to the Quidditch locker-rooms to check if the game had some how by miracle been postponed and the team was still waiting in the locker-room, waiting to see when they were going to play. But when he stormed in seeing that it was completely empty he groaned and dashed towards the door to the field and did something that would have cost him even more points taken away from Gryffindor (Students not on the team were not allowed in the locker rooms nor the field during a game). He pushed through the door and bounded out to the field.
The game had already started and people with brooms were zooming back and forth on their brooms madly, either throwing the Quaffle or escaping from a mad Bludger. He quickly looked over at the Gryffindor side of the field to somehow get the attention of any Gryffindor.
It was as if Harry was some how pulled by some magical force but he quickly turned his head to see a small person on the side of the field, looking very frantic. "Hermione..." He muttered with a puzzled look.
Ron saw Harry stop and smiled slightly... but there was still one problem, how could he tell Harry to stop the game without standing out and getting a lot of points away from Gryffindor for being on the field during a game. "Damn, I knew we should have told Harry... Then again it was probably my idea not to tell him in the first place." Ron said in his mind, trying to come up with some idea to reach Harry. "Oh bloody hell I knew I should of listened to Mione when she was explaining that whole bloody legim... something" He groaned. So Ron did all that he could do, he just looked over at Hermione.
"What did I get myself into," Hermione whimpered in her mind. "Okay, I've learned my lesson now! You can switch me and Ron back now... I realize how hard he's got it!" She said as he hugged onto her broom tightly.
"What is up with you, mate. You better hurry up and get your act together before we lose!" Dean Thomas yelled at her from his broom when Slytherin had scored once again in the Gryffindor goal from Hermione's lack of blocking the goals.
"Aww, is wittle Weasel afraid of a ball?" Snickered Draco Malfoy as he flew his broom towards her, his slicked back bleached hair practically reflecting the sun off of it. "I knew you were thick Weasely, but apparently you proved me wrong by being even dumberer."
"Oh please, at least when you have an insult, Malfoy, you might want to use actual words. I don't think dumberer is a word, even in your language of ignorance." Hermione snapped at him, still keeping her arms tightly wrapped around the broom handle.
Malfoy looked at her for a moment with a very quizzical look, knowing that Ron would never use comebacks, only fighting. "Blimey Weasley, you're starting to talk like your little mud-blood girlfriend" Malfoy snorted.
"And Slytherin scores again! 100 to 40, Slytherin" Shouted Colin Creevey, who took over Lee's announcing job after he had left, rather dully from the announcers booth. "Weasley better get into his swing soon or else Slytherin will win!"
"Now if you excuse me, I have to go catch the snitch before scar-head actually gets out of that bloody trance..." Malfoysaid laughing as he zoomed away.
"Trance?" Hermione muttered as slowly pushed herself away from her broom to look for Harry. Malfoy was right... Harry was staring at a certain place. Hermione squinted her eyes to see what exactly he was staring at. "Ron!" She exclaimed as she noticed her body staring straight back up at her.
It didn't take Harry long to figure out what Ron wanted him to do once he began to frantically look over at the Keeper. He gave Ron a nod and began flying towards the post right at the same moment when Malfoy had muttered something into Goyle's ear. Goyle grinned stupidly and muttered something to Crabbe with a twinkle in his eyes. They both nodded to eachother and began zooming towards a bludger and started batting it back and forth between eachother, now flying rapidly towards the Gryffindor goal post.
Harry was about to reach Hermione when something when zooming past his head, aimed straight for the Gryffindor keeper. Crabbe and Goyle had smacked the bludger at the broom Hermione was using. "Hermione!!" Ron yelled from his spot on the ground, beginning to run towards the side she was on. The bludger hit the broom with full force before Hermione could comprehend what was going on, and just like a small twig, the broom snapped in half, dropping it's rider harshly to the dusty, hard, dirt ground. Ron's body lay limp on the ground with the broken broom next to it.
Ron was the first one to reach Hermione, falling to his knees quickly on the dirt to be right next to her. He could see that she was still breathing but wasn't moving. "Hermione..." he choked out with a raspy voice. "I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen." He was only speaking in a mere murmur so that the people rushing towards them couldn't hear.
"Move aside Miss Granger," Madam Pomfrey insisted as she scurried towards them, kneeling by Hermione's side. "He's just unconcious. And lucky him too... " She examined him closely. "Looks like he only has a broken arm... blimey, that bludger could've taken his whole arm off." She sighed heavily before summoning a stretcher to put Ron's body on. By then both Harry and Ginny had landed their brooms and raced over to the scene. Ginny looked horrified as Harry had furrowed eyebrows before looking over at Ron.
"...He knows," was all that Ron could think as he looked his best friend straight into his eyes.
((A/N: ONWARD! To the next chapter!))
"Herm-oh-ninny!" The voice repeated more enthusiastic then before. Ron felt the blood boil inside of him as he slowly turned around to face the man who was calling. There weren't that many people that Ron personally hated (Well, not including Malfoy) but whenever he had to think of a name, one person always came to mind as being the biggest threat in Ron's life. Viktor Krum. And here he was, coming closer towards Ron, mistaking him for the girl that Ron had dreamed about, and that Krum had so carelessly danced with three years ago, not caring if Ron had minded or not.
Vicky, as Ron so cleverly called him, had to have been atleast twenty years old, and by the looks of it he had definatley hadn't given up on Quidditch, now spending his spare time eating chocolate frogs while lounging about watching muggle television. No, Krum looked taller now... maybe that was because Ron was looking at him from Hermione's point of view, but Ron bet that if he was in his own body he could size up to him with no problem. He looked more masculine now too, having cheekbones on his face that were more visible now, making him look more powerful...in an odd sort of way.
Krum had reached a little less then a meter before he outstretched his arms give who he thought was Hermione, a friendly hug. Ron quickly dodged him, moving towards the left before Vicky could get close enough. "I'm more of a shake hands kind of gu... girl now," Ron said, quickly catching his mistake. Ron really wasn't too fond of the idea of hugging a guy... especially one that he loathed.
Krum shook his hand with his two bushy eyebrows furrowed. "Is there something I did? I am very sorry I didn't write to you lately, but I didn't vant to ruin the surprise!" He exclaimed with some sort of mixed expression on his face of happiness and confusion.
"I'm sort of in a hurry, " Ron said, wanting to rush out to the Quidditch game and... do something to stop the game and Hermione getting hurt. But then a thought occured to him... What if Hermione actually did well? Although that would bring extreme happiness to him knowing that she didn't get killed out there, but he would also be incredibly embaressed if Hermione did better then him when he had been playing since his fifth year when she hadn't played before at all. She did know a lot about Quidditch from all the books she's read... and she's watched Harry, Ron, and Ginny practice enough times to pick some of the moves up. The thought drained out of his mind when Krum started talking again.
"Yes, Dumbledore told me about the vinter ball and how much vork you have to do. Maybe I can valk to there." Krum said.
"I'm not going there now!" Ron yelled, beginning to lose his patience to the point he considered dashing to the Quidditch game without saying anything to Vicky. But then when he noticed how much taller and muscular Krum was compaired to Hermione's body he knew he didn't have a chance at getting 1/4 ways there before Krum caught up with him. "I need to get to the Quidditch Pitch, now!"
"Since vhen have you take a liking to Quidditch?" He asked with a puzzled expression, staring straight through him with curiousity.
"Since... I don't have time for this!" Ron grumbled coldly as he turned and started running towards where he knew the Quidditch Field was. When he had gotten a few meters away he turned his head to see if Krum was running after him, but when he saw Krum just standing there with a dumbfounded look on his face Ron picked up the pace and started running faster. He dashed to the Quidditch locker-rooms to check if the game had some how by miracle been postponed and the team was still waiting in the locker-room, waiting to see when they were going to play. But when he stormed in seeing that it was completely empty he groaned and dashed towards the door to the field and did something that would have cost him even more points taken away from Gryffindor (Students not on the team were not allowed in the locker rooms nor the field during a game). He pushed through the door and bounded out to the field.
The game had already started and people with brooms were zooming back and forth on their brooms madly, either throwing the Quaffle or escaping from a mad Bludger. He quickly looked over at the Gryffindor side of the field to somehow get the attention of any Gryffindor.
It was as if Harry was some how pulled by some magical force but he quickly turned his head to see a small person on the side of the field, looking very frantic. "Hermione..." He muttered with a puzzled look.
Ron saw Harry stop and smiled slightly... but there was still one problem, how could he tell Harry to stop the game without standing out and getting a lot of points away from Gryffindor for being on the field during a game. "Damn, I knew we should have told Harry... Then again it was probably my idea not to tell him in the first place." Ron said in his mind, trying to come up with some idea to reach Harry. "Oh bloody hell I knew I should of listened to Mione when she was explaining that whole bloody legim... something" He groaned. So Ron did all that he could do, he just looked over at Hermione.
"What did I get myself into," Hermione whimpered in her mind. "Okay, I've learned my lesson now! You can switch me and Ron back now... I realize how hard he's got it!" She said as he hugged onto her broom tightly.
"What is up with you, mate. You better hurry up and get your act together before we lose!" Dean Thomas yelled at her from his broom when Slytherin had scored once again in the Gryffindor goal from Hermione's lack of blocking the goals.
"Aww, is wittle Weasel afraid of a ball?" Snickered Draco Malfoy as he flew his broom towards her, his slicked back bleached hair practically reflecting the sun off of it. "I knew you were thick Weasely, but apparently you proved me wrong by being even dumberer."
"Oh please, at least when you have an insult, Malfoy, you might want to use actual words. I don't think dumberer is a word, even in your language of ignorance." Hermione snapped at him, still keeping her arms tightly wrapped around the broom handle.
Malfoy looked at her for a moment with a very quizzical look, knowing that Ron would never use comebacks, only fighting. "Blimey Weasley, you're starting to talk like your little mud-blood girlfriend" Malfoy snorted.
"And Slytherin scores again! 100 to 40, Slytherin" Shouted Colin Creevey, who took over Lee's announcing job after he had left, rather dully from the announcers booth. "Weasley better get into his swing soon or else Slytherin will win!"
"Now if you excuse me, I have to go catch the snitch before scar-head actually gets out of that bloody trance..." Malfoysaid laughing as he zoomed away.
"Trance?" Hermione muttered as slowly pushed herself away from her broom to look for Harry. Malfoy was right... Harry was staring at a certain place. Hermione squinted her eyes to see what exactly he was staring at. "Ron!" She exclaimed as she noticed her body staring straight back up at her.
It didn't take Harry long to figure out what Ron wanted him to do once he began to frantically look over at the Keeper. He gave Ron a nod and began flying towards the post right at the same moment when Malfoy had muttered something into Goyle's ear. Goyle grinned stupidly and muttered something to Crabbe with a twinkle in his eyes. They both nodded to eachother and began zooming towards a bludger and started batting it back and forth between eachother, now flying rapidly towards the Gryffindor goal post.
Harry was about to reach Hermione when something when zooming past his head, aimed straight for the Gryffindor keeper. Crabbe and Goyle had smacked the bludger at the broom Hermione was using. "Hermione!!" Ron yelled from his spot on the ground, beginning to run towards the side she was on. The bludger hit the broom with full force before Hermione could comprehend what was going on, and just like a small twig, the broom snapped in half, dropping it's rider harshly to the dusty, hard, dirt ground. Ron's body lay limp on the ground with the broken broom next to it.
Ron was the first one to reach Hermione, falling to his knees quickly on the dirt to be right next to her. He could see that she was still breathing but wasn't moving. "Hermione..." he choked out with a raspy voice. "I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen." He was only speaking in a mere murmur so that the people rushing towards them couldn't hear.
"Move aside Miss Granger," Madam Pomfrey insisted as she scurried towards them, kneeling by Hermione's side. "He's just unconcious. And lucky him too... " She examined him closely. "Looks like he only has a broken arm... blimey, that bludger could've taken his whole arm off." She sighed heavily before summoning a stretcher to put Ron's body on. By then both Harry and Ginny had landed their brooms and raced over to the scene. Ginny looked horrified as Harry had furrowed eyebrows before looking over at Ron.
"...He knows," was all that Ron could think as he looked his best friend straight into his eyes.
((A/N: ONWARD! To the next chapter!))