Nope I never would do that, I made this whole story up from the top of my head. I guess it's just the way I am.
I just go on this thread, in the text field, and let my mind wander where it goes. I sometimes plan it out, but I go into the details, they just pop right into my head.
Seventh attempt in a few minutes. Man that is really aggravating. 😠
"So how long have you two been...together?" Bill asked. Harry knew that he was trying to change the subject purposely. For what reason, he did not know - only Mrs.Weasley, Ron, and Bill seemed to. Something bad had happened to Luna's grandparents, that was for sure. Harry made a mental note to ask Ron later.
"Er...." Ron was thinking."About half a month, I think."
"Half a month?" Mrs. Weasley said loudly. "Why was I not told of this? I wrote to you a week ago and asked how you were!"
All of the Weasley children and Luna blanched, except for the two twins. If one took a look at them, they might have assumed that Fred and George thought that their birthdays were arriving several months early.
"Sorry, mum. Forgot."
"Forgot?" Mrs.Weasley said heatedly. "Ronnie, you're my youngest son, we and your father care about you! Don't you think we would've wanted to know if you hooked up with a girl?"
Harry realised he had been holding his breath. Ron, who had cringed at his mother's use of his name, now looked painedly at his mother.
"All right, mum...we've started going out, OK? Can you leave me alone now?"
Mrs. Weasley huffed again, and turned to Luna, who looked as if she wanted to sprint out of the large hall and dive under her bed.
"It's very nice to meet you, dear," she said warmly, and everyone could tell she was being genuine. "I had always trusted my son to find such a lovely girl."
She shot a look of annoyance at the twins, who were both sniggering. Luna blushed furiously and shook Mrs.Weasley's hand vigorously.
"Well, we'll be staying to watch the game this afternoon." she told her son. "Good luck, Ronnie."
"Mom, don't call me that again." Ron growled irritably.
"See you, Ronnie." Fred said, winking.
"Good luck for Luna." George said, punching his little brother on the shoulder. "If you need any advice, just - "
"No!" Ron said, very firmly. "I know how she's like, OK? Now, just...leave me alone."
Bill came over and clapped Ron on the back. "Good choice, Ron."
"Thanks, Bill." Ron said, slightly cheered up.
All the Weasleys left for a walk, except Ron.
"You were planning this?" he said furiously to Hermione.
"No, no." she assured him hastily. "Ginny just woke me up and told me some of her family were downstairs, and I just thought that they'd like to meet Luna, that's all."
"They weren't expecting her. What if they don't like her?" Ron said, a tinge of panic edging into his voice.
Hermione snorted so loudly she choked.
Harry stepped in. "Ron, even if you couldn't see that your mum liked Luna, I could, OK? Don't worry, she'll be liked in your family."
Hermione nodded encouragingly.
A sudden thought struck Harry. He turned to Hermione, starting to panic himself.
"I'm going to have to meet your parents sooner or later." Harry told her, his throat very tight.
"Don't worry," she said, putting an arm around him. "They'll like you."
"What are you, crazy?" he said. "My clothes and all are so - "
"Who cares about your scruffiness?" Hermione said testily.
"Me." Harry muttered.
"So? Just you, then. Anyways, I've told mum and dad what you've done over the past few years, and they're quite impressed."
Harry turned to her, a tortured look on his face.
"You what? Hermione, I just want to live a normal life, for crying out loud - I mean, I'm sick of being a hero - "
She interrupted him. "I know you are, Harry...I'll do my best to make sure you have as much of a normal life as possible."
Ron, who had not spoke a single word throughout Harry and Hermione's conversation, told Harry placatingly, "They'll like you, mate. Don't worry."
lamoit's alright, i hate it when i do that at school, i get my howl essay done and then the bell rings so i close everything, then as i walk out the door i start cursing cursing because i didn't save my work. but it's always better the second.... or third time. 😉
story's good and it's worth waitin for.🤣
AUTHOR'S = Thank you! 😛
Harry was still slightly worried, but found out it was nothing in comparison to what Ginny, Parvati, Dean, and Seamus were experiencing, right before their first Quidditch game ever.
Even after Harry and Ron had told them countless times that they were going to do fine, that they, too, had experienced and ended up winning, the new players were still extremely jumpy and nervous. Even Hermione, with her cool composure, seemed much paler than usual.
"You'll do fine." Harry said, patting her arm.
She didn't even acknowledge this comment, just stared ahead.
"Ah, the mile-long stare of near-shock." Fred said, sidling up. "Don't you worry, Hermione, you'll be fine."
She just nodded absentmindedly.
Meanwhile, Seamus and Dean were praying by the window.
Harry couldn't make hide nor hair of what the two were muttering, so he threw a sock in their direction.
They didn't notice, even when it landed on Dean's head. Harry justr shook his head in amazement.
"Come on, let's go visit Ginny." he told Ron, pulling him away from a conversation with his brothers.
But as soon as he reached the fifth step of the Girls's staircase, he turned.
"Oh, n - "
The steps melted, and Harry slid down, very irritated.
"Forgot, eh?" Ron said, grinning. "Oi! Hermione!"
She didn't stir.
"Oh, great." Ron rolled his eyes. "I'll be right back."
He raced up to their own dormitory, and came back clutching a half-full water jug, which he promptly dumped over Hermione's head.
The effect was immediate and devastating.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" Hermione shrieked, causing every being in the room, human or otherwise, to jump.
"Now, was that really necessary?" Nearly Headless Nick's pearly-white ghost remained three feet higher than usual, also having being shocked by Hermione's yell.
Ron was not the least abashed. "Hey, look at the bright side. At least you're not comatose anymore."
Hermione, now sopping wet, trudged up to her dormitory, fuming.
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An hour before the Quidditch game, the Gryffindor players ceased their strange rituals, and met down in the change rooms together, staggered in groups of two's and three's.
Ron and Harry got there early, as they felt that it was their duty to calm the various players down, and give them a bit of a pep talk. Ron was rather nervous about the latter.
"What am I going to say?" He asked Harry in a very worried voice.
"Just...tell them what's on your mind," Harry replied. "That's what I would do."
Ron nodded, and at that moment, the girls arrived.
They sat down, and quickly pulled on their Quidditch robes. Hermione stared at the changing room entrance, while Ginny and Parvati looked expectantly at Ron and Harry, as if they were about to make a speech.
As soon as Dean and Seamus had strode in, and got ready, Ron stood up and cleared his throat.
"OK, team..." he looked at Harry fleetingly, but Harry nodded at Ron to continue.
"Well...we're playing the Slytherins, obviously. Harry, I think you can take Malfoy, you've beat him plenty of times. Dean, Seamus...just keep the Bludgers away from us, that's all. Keep them away."
Those simple words seemed to put the two Gryffindor beaters more at ease, as they turned to each other and nodded, their faces determined.
"And as for the ladies..." Ron said, smiling slightly. "Just play as you did in practise, you'll be all right. And whatever you do, don't let yourselves get intimidated, all right?"
The girls nodded mutely.
Outside, Harry could hear the noises of the crowd getting louder. He tapped Ron on the shoulder, indicating that it was time.
Ron turned to the rest of the players. "OK, team...let's go."
They stood up, and by the determined looks on their faces, looked to be striding towards battle. Harry smiled secretly at the last thought.
One by one, they strode onto the pitch, surrounded by the cataphony of sound that the spectators were making.
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The team were greeted by a combination of cheers and jeers, the latter being from the Slytherins. Harry was heartened by the fact that the rest of the school favoured them, of course. The Slytherins didn't matter.
Madam Hooch bade the two captains forward, in this case, Ron and Miles Bletchly.
"Now, I want a good, clean game from you two, all right? Captains, shake hands."
Ron and Bletchly both tried to break the other's fingers, Ron winning by a fair amount.
"Mount your brooms!" Madam Hooch yelled, and placed her mouth on her whistle, pointing her wand at the box of Quidditch balls.
Harry swung his legs over the handle of his Firebolt, Ron over his Cleansweep, Hermione over her Comet...
The tension was so obvious that one could almost smell it.
When she saw that everyone was ready, Madam Hooch flicked her wand at the crate, which burst open. Four balls soared into the air. She blew her whistle.
Fourteen players zoomed into the air. Parvati was so nervous that she was at an angle at takeoff, and nearly crashed into Harry.
"Sorry!" she yelled, and Harry saw her face was quite red with embarassment.
Immediately, he gained altitude and starting to look around for a flash of gold. Across the pitch on the other side, Malfoy was doing the same.
Colin Creevey was announcing the play-by-play. He had stopped being so obsessive with Harry, and Harry was pleased to see that he had matured now greatly as a fifth year.
"So welcome to today's game, Gryffindor versus Slytherin! This year, Gryffindor has a new team captain, which is no other than the goalkeeper Ronald Weasley!"
A big wave of applause followed these words.
"The new team rosters for Gryffindor this year are the most out of all four teams, they've had to replace five players in all. The new beaters are Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan, while the new chasers are the ladies Hermione Granger, Parvati Patil, and Ginny Weasley!"
"Get on with the game, Creevey..."
"Oh, sorry, professor. Anyways, it's Weasley with the Chaser, nice move down the centre, ducks a Bludger, and passes to Parvati Patil. Patil dives and cuts to the left, Granger covering her position. Granger soars, dives...oh, what a great catch, folks! They've obviously been planning this in practise. Granger with the Quaffle, dodges two Bludgers...FOUL!"
Distracted from his search for the Snitch, Harry looked around.
Even from this distance, Harry could see that her nose was bleeding profusely.
"Cobbing!" Colin shouted angrily. "Excessive use of elbows...and yes, there's the foul! Penalty shot awarded to Ginny Weasley. She puts it away easily, and it's ten-nil to Gryffindor!"
The crowd erupted, but Harry was still watching Hermione concernedly.
"Harry, she'll be fine!" Ron yelled. "Don't stop looking for the snitch, or Malfoy'll get it ahead of you!"