"Oy, Harry!" Ron bellowed as he greeted his dark-haired friend out on the Quidditch pitch. "Why are we having a practice when half of the team has class?" He smiled as his friend flew down to hear him.
"Because I don't have any lessons or anything with Dumbledore anymore and I am celebrating," Harry cheered as he flew circles around Ron. Ron laughed and looked around.
"Where are Seamus and Dean?"
"I don't know. Listen Ron I need to ask you something," Harry stated, dismounting the broom. He gripped the edge of the broom in his right hand, bracing himself. Ron observed his friend's peculiar behavior but waited for him to continue.
"Sure Harry," he tested, hoping to coerce Harry in divulging more information than just standing there looking scared.
"Now, I know this had been hard for you, but I really do care about Ginny and I want you to know that I would never hurt her," Harry replied truthfully. His eyes widened with hope and compassion. Ron wrinkled his brow.
"You've just started dating!" he shouted. Ron was confused as to where this conversation was going.
"Well yes, but we put things on hold at the beginning of the year, and I didn't know if she'd wait for me to be ready again. I mean, you're my best friend, and if I couldn't be your friend and be her boyfriend, then it didn't make sense. But know I mean-" Harry broke.
"Harry, don't worry. It's fine with me," Ron stated remembering his senses and recalling the identity of the person before him. Harry was the person he trusted the most with Ginny; he was after all his best mate.
"Are you sure? Because last time you tried to burn my eyes out for 'looking at her the wrong way,'" Harry asked cautiously. His eyes were full of the mischief and humor that told Ron of his good
"Well at least I missed," Ron grinned. Harry laughed and feigned shock.
"At least my hair grew back quickly. Unlike you Curly," he kidded. Ron's eyes narrowed and his ears turned red as his temper flared.
"OH FOR MERLIN'S SAKE! I'm going to KILL Fred and George," he bellowed.
"What about Fred and George? Hey it's Harry!" Seamus called as he approached the two.
"Seamus. Ron's just going on about those pictures," Harry replied calmly.
"I was three years OLD!" Ron covered his face with his hands in exasperation.
"The ones where he's got ringlets down to his knees?" Seamus asked flatly.
"I was THREE!" the redhead howled, stomping around in anger.
"Yes. What caused it again?" Harry smiled. Seamus grinned wickedly.
"IT WAS FRED AND GEORGE!" Ron cried. He placed his hands on the top of his head and began playing with his hair.
"I believe it was a muggle hair tonic," Dean chimed, as he approached the group. Ron shot him a dirty look, while Seamus tried to cover up his laughter.
"I WAS THREE!" Ron bellowed.
"I always thought the muggles had some unusual taste. The Dursleys are a fine example," said Harry dully, though the glint in his eyes spoke of his obvious amusement.
Dean decided to change the subject, before Ron killed someone. "So where were you Harry?" he asked.
Ron was busy fuming about the pictures.
"Dumbledore had me studying defense with some aurors," Harry replied nonchalantly.
"What kind of aurors? You learn anything good?" Seamus tried not to look too impressed as he said this.
"Of course I did. And I think I've gone about as far as I can go," Harry snickered, as he mock wiped his brow in exhaustion.
"How far?" Dean pried.
"Well, I've learned curses and spells, hexes used in Azkaban's cells."
"I think that's about as far as you should go," Dean agreed. Harry mounted his broom and kicked off, flying into the air.
"What the bloody hell are you doing now Harry?" Ron asked, rejoining the conversation.
Harry was doing complicated flips and dives on his room. "It's a new dive that one of the aurors taught me. Everyone's doing it in the pro-league. Wronski's Feints are now outdated."
The rest mounted their brooms and followed. They mimicked Harry's maneuvers in perfect unison. After continuing for a while, they got tired and flew down to the stands. The four boys dismounted and walked off towards the locker rooms laughing hysterically.
Meanwhile…
A frizzy haired brunette watched the scene unfold from the Arithmancy class. She gaped as she watched them fly perfectly synchronized, like a dance routine of sorts. She blinked rapidly and looked again, to see the boys flying down to retire to the locker rooms. Hermione sighed and rubbed her eyes. "Stupid late night studying," she mumbled to herself, as she refocused her attention to Professor Vector and the class work before her.
"Because I don't have any lessons or anything with Dumbledore anymore and I am celebrating," Harry cheered as he flew circles around Ron. Ron laughed and looked around.
"Where are Seamus and Dean?"
"I don't know. Listen Ron I need to ask you something," Harry stated, dismounting the broom. He gripped the edge of the broom in his right hand, bracing himself. Ron observed his friend's peculiar behavior but waited for him to continue.
"Sure Harry," he tested, hoping to coerce Harry in divulging more information than just standing there looking scared.
"Now, I know this had been hard for you, but I really do care about Ginny and I want you to know that I would never hurt her," Harry replied truthfully. His eyes widened with hope and compassion. Ron wrinkled his brow.
"You've just started dating!" he shouted. Ron was confused as to where this conversation was going.
"Well yes, but we put things on hold at the beginning of the year, and I didn't know if she'd wait for me to be ready again. I mean, you're my best friend, and if I couldn't be your friend and be her boyfriend, then it didn't make sense. But know I mean-" Harry broke.
"Harry, don't worry. It's fine with me," Ron stated remembering his senses and recalling the identity of the person before him. Harry was the person he trusted the most with Ginny; he was after all his best mate.
"Are you sure? Because last time you tried to burn my eyes out for 'looking at her the wrong way,'" Harry asked cautiously. His eyes were full of the mischief and humor that told Ron of his good
"Well at least I missed," Ron grinned. Harry laughed and feigned shock.
"At least my hair grew back quickly. Unlike you Curly," he kidded. Ron's eyes narrowed and his ears turned red as his temper flared.
"OH FOR MERLIN'S SAKE! I'm going to KILL Fred and George," he bellowed.
"What about Fred and George? Hey it's Harry!" Seamus called as he approached the two.
"Seamus. Ron's just going on about those pictures," Harry replied calmly.
"I was three years OLD!" Ron covered his face with his hands in exasperation.
"The ones where he's got ringlets down to his knees?" Seamus asked flatly.
"I was THREE!" the redhead howled, stomping around in anger.
"Yes. What caused it again?" Harry smiled. Seamus grinned wickedly.
"IT WAS FRED AND GEORGE!" Ron cried. He placed his hands on the top of his head and began playing with his hair.
"I believe it was a muggle hair tonic," Dean chimed, as he approached the group. Ron shot him a dirty look, while Seamus tried to cover up his laughter.
"I WAS THREE!" Ron bellowed.
"I always thought the muggles had some unusual taste. The Dursleys are a fine example," said Harry dully, though the glint in his eyes spoke of his obvious amusement.
Dean decided to change the subject, before Ron killed someone. "So where were you Harry?" he asked.
Ron was busy fuming about the pictures.
"Dumbledore had me studying defense with some aurors," Harry replied nonchalantly.
"What kind of aurors? You learn anything good?" Seamus tried not to look too impressed as he said this.
"Of course I did. And I think I've gone about as far as I can go," Harry snickered, as he mock wiped his brow in exhaustion.
"How far?" Dean pried.
"Well, I've learned curses and spells, hexes used in Azkaban's cells."
"I think that's about as far as you should go," Dean agreed. Harry mounted his broom and kicked off, flying into the air.
"What the bloody hell are you doing now Harry?" Ron asked, rejoining the conversation.
Harry was doing complicated flips and dives on his room. "It's a new dive that one of the aurors taught me. Everyone's doing it in the pro-league. Wronski's Feints are now outdated."
The rest mounted their brooms and followed. They mimicked Harry's maneuvers in perfect unison. After continuing for a while, they got tired and flew down to the stands. The four boys dismounted and walked off towards the locker rooms laughing hysterically.
Meanwhile…
A frizzy haired brunette watched the scene unfold from the Arithmancy class. She gaped as she watched them fly perfectly synchronized, like a dance routine of sorts. She blinked rapidly and looked again, to see the boys flying down to retire to the locker rooms. Hermione sighed and rubbed her eyes. "Stupid late night studying," she mumbled to herself, as she refocused her attention to Professor Vector and the class work before her.