Disclaimer: Note this is a fake disclaimer: ITS ALL MINE!!! I USED MY INVISIBLITY CLOAK TO STEAL IT ALL NOW ITS ALL MINE!

REAL DISCLAIMER: not mine bugger if it was I would have actuall money! and wouldn't have to rely on babysitting jobs (which even though I love the kids it would be easier not to and still get money) for cash and I'dhave my own stables! and other stuff most of which would be useless! like a flying monkey who would give me pixy stix dust and teach me to fly!

(Note to self never eat sugar at a barn hhheeee!)

Chapter two: Football

"Arrgh! Too bright!" Hermione mumbled as the sun shone brightly into the tent. Hermione tried to rollover into the pillow but felt something slung over her side. 'Oh yeah' Hermione thought, taking a deep breath and smelled Ron's unique scent, 'I slept with Ron last night.' She smiled at how safe and warm she felt in Ron's sleeping presence. Hermione rolled over in Ron's arms and kissed him lightly on the cheek as if she did this every day, smiling as she felt Ron's warm skin touch her lips, then she buried her head into his chest. Her emotions covering up the embarrassment she would feel if Harry or Ginny saw them like this.

"Morning Mione" Ron mumbled in his sleep. Hermione went to get up, her cheeks bright red, but Ron grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back into his arms, never opening his eyes. Stay here Mione, feels nice and warm Mione."

"Feels nice," Hermione whispered smiling and curling back into Ron's warm embrace, where she stayed until Ginny woke up wanting to eat.

Luckily, Hermione knew better than to let Ron touch the matches while they were cooking breakfast so the pancakes were done nice and quick. Ginny and Harry ate quickly and then rushed off to join the morning sailing class, but Ron ate unusually slowly to match Hermione's pace.

"So, what do you want to do today Mione?" Ron asked, taking a small bite of pancake. "I think we're rid of Harry and Ginny for most of the day."

Hermione finished chewing her piece of pancake, "I don't know. We could check the schedule board I guess, there has to be a lot of activities going on at a camp like this."

Ron nodded bewildered, "Where is the schedule? What kind of activities do they have here?"

Hermione thought for a minute, well there's bound to be sports like football, and American football, then, there are other kinds of sports like sailing and hiking and biking Oh! And my favorite horse back riding!"

Ron smiled at his friend, "And which one would you like to do today?"

"I don't know, depends what's up." Hermione said cleaning up the left over pots and dishes, "We can go look in a minute."

Hermione and Ron went over to the large group crowded around the activities schedule. Amy rushed out of the crowd toward Hermione and Ron. "Football today! One O'clock!" she said before rushing off in the other direction.

"Football? Ron asked bewildered and a bit frightened by the girl's outburst. Hermione laughed and pushed through the thinning crowd toward the schedule. As Hermione scanned the schedule the crowd slowly melted away leaving her and Ron alone.

"There!" Hermione said suddenly excited, "Football 1:00!"

"Where?" Ron asked looking for futbol on the schedule, and not finding it.

"There!" Hermione jabbed her finger on the one o'clock spot on the schedule where it said

1:00 field Soccer Game

"But it says soccer not football!" Ron protested looking at the schedule. "Football is at five!"

"I know it says soccer!" Hermione said turning around to face Ron. "But we call it football in England!"

Ron smirked at Hermione, "So I'm guessing you want to play?"
A smile lit up Hermione's face, "Of course I want to play! Football was my favorite ball sport!"

Ron chuckled at Hermione's excitement, "Think you can teach me how to play?"

Hermione raised her eyebrows teasingly, "Teach you?"

Ron nodded "Sure! And when we get back to…"

Hermione made a shushing sound and Ron lowered his voice, leaning close to her ear, and making her tingle all over. "And when we get back to Hogwarts I'll see ho good of a chaser you really are."

Hermione turned her head so their noses were nearly touching, "H-how did you know?" She asked. Hermione hadn't told anyone that she wanted to try out for the house team now that Katie had graduated.

Ron laughed, "Don't think I haven't noticed how many times you have snuck my spider out of the shed Mione. But really that's not the broom you should be using."

"Well why not?" Hermione retorted she was puzzled; Hermione used Ron's broom because it smelled like him. It gave her the courage to take off without being afraid of falling, because Ron would never let her fall.

Ron was chuckling under his breath, "Because Mione, the Spider is a keeper's broom! It's designed to go short distances in quick bursts of speed. Ginny's lightening bolt is a chasers broom, I can hold a continuous speed and can stop on a knut with out jerking, that's why Harry rides a firebolt, the last thing he wants to do is stop."

Hermione nodded understanding why Ron would ever touch a broom called a spider. "So," she asked, "you're going to let me throw things at you?"

"I'm an open target." Ron's voice was even softer than it had to be when they were talking about Quidditch, as he leaned even closer to Hermione. She knew he was going to kiss her; she closed her eyes and turned her head slightly when…

WHACK! A football hit Ron off the back of the head and sent him sprawling past Hermione into the dirt.

Hermione hurried to pick Ron off the ground and brushed the dirt off his shirt and out of his hair.

"What the Bloody hell was that!?" Ron asked.

"A football." Hermione said simply, kicking the discarded ball up in the air with the toe of her tennis shoe and proceeded to dribble it off he knees.

"Why don't you just hold it?" Ron asked mesmerized by the black and white ball.

"Because, in football, you're not supposed to touch the ball with your hands." Hermione answered him as she dribbled the ball from her knee to her head. "You kick the ball to get it into the goal and earn a point." Noticing Ron's confusion, she grabbed his wrist, growing warm from their touching skin. "Come on I'll show you the pitch!"

Ron ran after Hermione until they reached the green pitch. Hermione kicked the ball to the center of the field and ran after it resting her foot on the top of the black and white ball. "Those are the goals," Hermione said gesturing to the nets on the opposite ends of the pitch. "The object of the game is to get more goals than the other team. There are eighteen players on a team with eleven playing at a time.

The goalie blocks the goals from the opposing team and isn't supposed to leave the goal area." Hermione lowered her voice, "Kind of like Quidditch without the flying or hoops."

Ron nodded, and then looked at the goals again and the look on his face turned from understanding to confused.
"But how are the goalie's supposed to block all the balls those goals are really high, how are they going to kick that out of the goal?"
Hermione snickered, "Well the keeper is the exception to the rule," she said, "they alone are allowed to touch the ball and throw it back out into the mass of players."

Hermione spent the next two hours teaching Ron how to play football, around noon the sweaty couple went for lunch in the mess hall and seated themselves by Harry and Ginny.

Ginny held her nose at the stench of her two friends, "You stink! What the Bloody Hell have you been up to?!"

"Mugsprts" Ron said spraying them with food as he tried to get the words out of his full mouth.

"Football." Hermione said quickly before shoveling her face with food in a very un-Hermione like manner.

"Hermione!" Ginny half shouted, surprised at how her best friend was acting like her brother, "What are you rushing for?"

"Fooball game" Hermione told her before shoveling the rest of the food in her mouth and running out the door with Ron.

Bewildered, Harry and Ginny finished their lunch and went to the tent where Hermione and Ron were lacing up the cleats Hermione conjured before the trip. The two couples exchanged quick "hellos" before Ron and Hermione rushed off to the pitch.

Ron, as a keeper was actually a very good football player. He found that being the goalkeeper was a lot like being the Quidditch keeper, except for the fact that there was only one goal and no broom sticks. Ron managed to block most of the goals, his height being an advantage. Hermione and Ron's team ended up winning by a large margin and he was carried off the field by the rest of the team, along with Hermione who had scored the most goals.

Once they were away from the crowd and back in their tent, Ron heard Hermione humming something that sounded suspiciously like Weasley Is Our King. "Hermione!" Ron shouted as he wrestled her onto the mattress and tickled her. "Ron no stop!" she laughed "It's the Gryffindor version!" Ron suddenly stopped tickling her bud didn't move himself from atop Hermione. No footballs in here she thought as he leaned closer to her and,

"HERMIONE!!! RON!!! Come out here! The sky is so pretty!" Ginny shouted ruining the moment and Ron and Hermione headed outside for a night staring at stars.