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Warning: Swearing

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Chapter 48 ~ The Necklace

"Ron, wake up, ya wanker! It's time to eat!" came the loud voice of Seamus.

Ron groaned out in irritation to the voice of his roommate. His eyes blinked open, feeling groggy and warm under his covers. He glared at Seamus, anger that he had awaken from his slumber. He was also angry at him for ruining his dream about his gorgeous girlfriend.

"You're the wanker," Ron whined, as he sat up from his bed. "Why are you still here anyway? You always leave me be. Harry is usual the one…"

His voice trailed off from the mention of Harry's name. Seamus took it as a sign to leave him to get up, not really caring if he was going to be late or not. Ron's eyes traveled to the empty bed of his best mate, sighing at how he's changed ever since the death of Cedric.

Ron rubbed his eyes and yawned out with exhaustion. He let his long legs dangle to the floor, making him stand up and head over to the bathroom and take a brisk shower. After that, he dried off his Weasley colored hair, making his hair look similar to Harry's messy style and dressed into his robes and mismatched socks. He fixed his hair swiftly, grabbed his satchel and went off to eat his breakfast.

As he ran down the halls, his heart started to beat rapidly. Today was the day he was going to tryout for the Gryffindor quidditch team. His intent was the impress Hermione and show off his skills in being a keeper. He felt anxious and confident at the same time. He, Ginny, and his older brothers would always play quidditch during their summer break all the time. Though, their game would be interrupted with their mother's demanding shrieks.

He shrugged at the thought, as he had finally arrived to see Hermione sitting across from Harry. Ron took long steps to finally sit next to her. He had missed her so much, even though it's been seven hours since they saw each other again.

"Morning," Ron and Hermione said at the same time, making him chuckle a bit.

"I've prepared you your breakfast. I figured that you would be late here, like usually," Hermione smiled at him, passing over a plate of scrumptious pancakes, crunchy bacon, and delicious scrambled eggs. On the side was a glass of pumpkin juice, which contained sparkling ice cubes that floated to the surface.

"Blimey, you're amazing," Ron thanked her, digging in with joy.

As they ate, Hermione spotted a group of journalist in the corner of the Great Hall.

"Ther they are! It's Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley!" a reporter said out loud, alerting everyone to look over at the two Gryffindors.

In an instant, Ron and Hermione were swarmed with flashes and the voices of the many reporters.

"Miss Granger, what are your thoughts of Viktor Krum being placed in Azkaban?"

"Mister Weasley, are you in a relationship with Miss Granger?"

"Alright, please leave them alone," Dumbledore told them. "Give them some space and privacy. They will answer your questions, when they are ready."

The crowd whined, as they were forced to leave the grounds and come back another day.

"Thanks, Professor Dumbledore. They were really starting to get on our nerves," Ron croaked out.

"Anytime, but please. They won't leave you alone until they get an interview with the both of you there. Once the deed is over, I'm sure they won't bug you for a while," with that, the Headmaster tipped them a farewell and went back to eating along with the other professors.

Ron went over to turn back to Hermione, seeing her look paler than usual. Her eyes seemed filled with sadness, making him worried that he did something to harm her again. He gently wrapped his large hands over her soft palms, giving her a small squeeze.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"It's nothing," she murmured.

"C'mon, 'Mione. You can tell me anything, I'm all ears," Ron reassured her.

She took a deep breath and said, "I'm worried that somehow, Viktor is going to escape Azkaban."

"Don't think about that prat. He'll never escape. Though, if he did, I'd protect you from him. I'd keep you safe with me if that's what you want," he scooted closer to her, both were blushing.

"I love you," she whispered to him and leaned her head against his broad shoulders.

"Hello there, Ronald," Ron jumped at the voice of Luna Lovegood.

Ron was currently reading the Daily Prophet at the Library, which was a shock even for himself. Hermione had to go off and help Harry out with his homework, whereas she would help him later tonight. The fireplace engulfed him with warmth. He understood why Hermione liked being her a lot.

"What is it, Luna?" Ron mumbled.

"I feel as though something is off. Could be the nargles again," she responded in her dreamy-like voice.

"What's off?"

"Something. I'm not sure what though," she said, as she went over to get a book from the shelf. "There's an unbalance in this school."

"There's always an unbalance in his school, haven't you noticed yet?" Ron rolled his eyes, trying to focus back on the quidditch section of the newspaper.

"I know but it's different. I just wanted to warn you."

After that she skipped off, leaving a confused and irritated Ron to his musings.

Ron took a good look at himself at the mirror of the locker room. This was it! He was going to try out to be a keeper and he was going to achieve it. He was doing this all for her after all. He strapped the last of his paddings, striding off to the pitch where he would meet the captain of the quidditch team, Angelina Johnson, Fred's girlfriend.

When he went outside of to the vast field, he picked up the scent of his girlfriend, who so happened to be sitting on the bleachers, ready to cheer him on. After that, he saw the twins and Harry standing together, waiting for Angelina's instructions.

He ran to the sea of red cloaks, feeling his heartbeat starting to increase significantly.

I feel like I'm gonna fail. I'm going to fail infront of everyone, and I'll be a laughing stock, just like the time in the Yule Ball where I had to wear those barmy dress robes, his mind started to think with gramance. What if Hermione isn't impressed with me? I've always felt like I'm not worth enough for her. She could just waltz away to Percy. He seems to be in her league.

"Welcome all! I'm glad to see you brave souls trying out for the quidditch team. Some new and some old," the captain looked over the Gryffindors." I can't guarantee you a spot on the team, even if you were a part of the team last year. I expect great things from all of you. Now, let's get started! Assemble!"

Ron lifted himself off from the ground, shaking a bit with fear of falling or going out of balance. He tried relaxing with little success, as he made it to the rings.

"Heya there, Ron. You're trying out for a keeper I see," came Angelina's voice.

"Y-yea," Ron responded, feeling his teeth jitter a bit from his increasing nervousness.

"Nice to have another Weasley apart of the team. I'm sure you'll do fine," she said with a small smile.

Not fine but horrible, Ron said to himself, getting sweaty already.

"Alright, team! I'll throw the quaffle in the air, and I'll see how each one of you plays it out in a normal match," she instructed her team. "Ready… GO!"

Katie Bell starts off, grabbing the quaffle in midair in a flash, as Harry starts to chase off the golden snitch. Katie aims and fires! Ron's reflexes start to kick in, making him block out the ball from scoring a point. More quaffles were heading is way, making him go back and forth a lot. It seemed nearly impossible for some to have such reflexes as Ron.

"Go, Ron!" Hermione cheered for him.

Ron snapped out of his trance of blocking each and every single quaffle from making a goal. He looked up and gave her a lopsided grin.

WHACK!

Ron's head was hit with an incoming quaffle that was thrown from a chaser. He roared out in pain, touching his head, rubbing it. He felt himself wanting to throw the quaffle at the person's head harder. He gripped onto his broom tightly, trying to release his anger into the stick.

"Sorry!" came the chaser's voice.

Ron simply grunted and went back to focusing on the task at hand.

During the tryouts, Ron would steal glances up to Hermione giving her a smile, having her respond back with a small smile that meant everything to Ron. Fred looked at them with a grin, glad to see them flirting with each other. He placed a hand on his the shoulders of his younger brother, giving him a pat on the back.

"You're a natural," he complimented Ron.

"I guess I am," Ron shrugged.

Proclamation.

Educational Decree

No. 23

Dolores Jane Umbridge

has been

appointed to

the post of

Hogwarts

high

inquisitor

"What the hell? Did the Minister really do this? That's just bullshit to appoint someone like Umbridge who carves on Harry's skin as a high inquisitor!" Ron scowled as Flich nailed in the rule made by Cornelius Fudge himself.

"Exactly," Hermione agree completely. "I feel like she wants to take Dumbledore's position as well."

Ron nodded his head in agreement.

"We really need to do something about this. We're not learning anything in her class. We need to create a group," she said.

Ron's eyes lit up at her idea, "That's a brilliant idea!"

Before Hermione could reply back, they saw Seamus approaching them.

"Weasley, do you mind if I have a talk with Hermione?" he asked her.

Ron looked at him attentively. He took a good minute to stay there in silence.

Sure enough, he agreed, having his head nod slowly up and down.

"Thanks," Seamus signalled Hermione over to an empty classroom.

"What do you want, Seamus?" she asked him.

"I came here to give you a necklace. It came from me grandmum back in Ireland. It's a lucky charm. I'm sure you'll be needin' it, since you're dealing with Ron's furry problem," he responded, as he dug into his pockets.

Out came a necklace with a charm attached to it. The charm was the shape of a fox's head. It sparkled under the illuminating torch lights that surround the halls.

She looked up to him saying, "This is amazing, Seamus. Thank you."

"It's nothing. Just don't lose it," he grinned at her, waving her a goodbye.

Hermione looked down at the charm necklace, grasping onto it tightly, not wanting to lose it. What she didn't notice was a peeking Ron who saw the whole thing. His eyes narrowed at what had just happened before his eyes. His crystal blue eyes traveled to the marbled floor, sighing out. He closed his eyes, feeling lost in his feelings of envy and love.

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