Chapter Nine: For the Love of The Game

            "I just hate being in a fight with her. She's the only one who really knows me" Ron told Ginny.

"Then go apologize… just say 'I'm Sorry' it's as simple as that. You two make it too hard…" Ginny replied she felt that Ron and Hermione were just being stupid...

Ron just sighed lightly. "It's not that simple. You don't know what I mean… Wait…How did you know to come here?"  Ron chuckled and raised an eyebrow. Ginny giggled lightly and twirled her hair around her finger. Smiling broadly Ginny shook her head. "Let's just say that it was sister intuition…" Ginny winked.

"No really…Who told you that Hermione and I were in a fight?" Ron was seriously curious. He could tell Ginny was hiding something from him. But what? He doesn't like that he knew this. He looked Ginny in the eye and tilted his head.

"I just found out. Don't Question my judgment…brother. Remember, Mom taught me all I know." Ginny giggled again and leaned back on her elbows looking at the sky. They sat on the bleachers of the pitch. They watched as the stars began to disappear, the sun was rising. Ron yawned and stretched. He watched as Ginny listened carefully to him. Smiling he gave her a brotherly hug and kissed her on the forehead.

"Thanks Sis… I'm gonna go for a little ride around the pitch. Then I'll head in for the night."

"Kay, bye bye Ronnikins…" Ginny said teasing him. He chuckled and threw a Quaffle at her.

            Ron mounted his broom, Sighing he flew to the sky. The Sunrise was becoming more vibrant as he approached it. Blazing through the air, the wind numbing his face. He smiled. His one true passion. The one he'd always have. No Matter how old he got, he would always love Quidditch. The sun glistened on the lake as it peeked over the hills. Ron was almost falling asleep, he felt as if all the stress of the past few days were blow off his shoulders and he was back in a game. It was such a relief; it seemed to be the only comfort. He gazed around the pitch, seeing that Ginny left he swerved in and out of the hoops and weaved through the stands.

            Ron couldn't get the fight off his mind. How was he going to fix this problem? He couldn't think of a solution, every solution he thought of ended in him blowing up at her. I guess she was right…Ron sighed as he continued flying around the pitch. He did have a temper. But how exactly was he going to apologize, with out getting really mad. Ron halted in front of the goals, he layed down flat on his broom, He had done this a lot. But not lately. Ron watched as the last star disappeared. He closed his eyes to make a wish. WACK!!! Ron was hit with a Quaffle. Falling off his broom he landed on the ground. Looking up softly he saw a girl on a broom. She was giggling, wearing what looked like the old Gryffindor uniforms. Including pads, and gloves.  He rolled his eyes and stood up slowly. Bringing his fingers to his lips he whistled for is broom. His broom came swooping down; Ron mounted it and flew up to the rings. He rubbed the back of his aching neck and glared at the girl that had hit him. I am so not in the mood… he muttered softly. Flying towards the girl he slowly began to make out who it was. She rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth.

"What do you want Hermione?" Ron grumbled.

"I'll make a deal with you Ron… You beat me at Quidditch… and I won't talk to you again… I beat YOU and you listen to me…" She reasoned.

"Hermione I don't have time for this…" Ron said. He turned his broom around and flew off towards the hoops.

Hermione wasn't going to give up that easily. She flew in front of him. "Come on Ron You Afraid I'm gonna beat you… Come one think about it. There's almost no way I'd beat you. I've only played twice in my life."

"What? Your precious Krum hasn't given you any pointers?" Ron asked as he tossed the Quaffle between his hands.

"He's given me a few pointers…" She flew up to Ron and stole the Quaffle out of his hands, "Like How to do that, and how to throw… so I don't throw like a girl." She giggled lightly at herself.

Ron chuckled lightly. He looked at Hermione. Why is she doing this? What exactly does she want? Playing with his gloves that encompassed his hands he bit his lip considering every possible route of escape. But he knew Hermione wouldn't leave him alone till she got what she came for. That was one of the traits he admired in her. He sighed again and looked up at Hermione and turned his broom. "I'm gonna regret this… I know I am. Okay first one to score 7 goals wins. Since we don't' really have a 'team'. That's how we'll do it"

Hermione nodded and smirked. "That's perfectly fine." She threw up the Quaffle. "Let The Game Begin"

Ron and Hermione both flew for the Quaffle.