Me and You // Ronarry {Discontinued}

Part 9

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Summary: First Quidditch match of the year (Gryffindor vs. Slytherin)

Alternate summary: Can the Slytherins not?

Practicing in D.A. meetings in private was one thing, Ron thought, but playing Quidditch in front of the entire school was another. Gryffindor was playing first against Slytherin, and Ron kept alternating between eagerness to prove himself and trepidation for messing up.

Don't let the team down, he told himself multiple times a day. Or Harry. Or the team. Or Harry.

He still didn't know how Harry could have so much faith in him; his brothers wouldn't speak negatively about him, but Ron often caught them exchanging dubious glances behind Harry's back during practice. Even Angelina had her doubts; Ron saw her speaking with Harry on more than one occasion.

To make it even worse, the Slytherins were taking every opportunity to jeer at the Gryffindors.

"Hey, Potty, I heard Warrington's sworn to knock you off your broom on Saturday."

Harry only laughed and retorted, "Warrington's aim's so pathetic I'd be more worried if he was aiming for the person next to me."

He was used to the jibes, but Ron wasn't, so every time Draco Malfoy imitated Ron dropping the Quaffle, Ron couldn't muster up a good response. Harry, however, finally retaliated and mimed bouncing something up and down with his wand under the pretense of asking Hermione about the Levitating Charm. After that, Malfoy left Ron alone.

It was too bad the weather was cold; Ron thought he may have felt better if it was less gloomy. He followed Harry to the Great Hall, taking note of the crown-shaped badges the Slytherins wore. Weasley is our King was written on them.

Ron wrenched his gaze away, but it was too late. He had seen the words, he wasn't about to forget them anytime soon.

"Don't pay attention to them," Harry said, one hand gripping his shoulder.

"Easy for you to say," Ron muttered. "It's not you they're talking about."

"No, but it's my boyfriend and best friend," Harry replied firmly. "Besides, once you're in the air, you won't have to look at them."

Unfortunately, the badges weren't the end of the Slytherins' taunts.

Weasley cannot save a thing,
He cannot block a single ring,
That's why Slytherins all sing:
Weasley is our King.

Ron tried to block it out, but they seemed to sing louder and louder until they blocked out Lee's commentary.

Weasley was born in a bin
He always lets the Quaffle in
Weasley will make sure we win
Weasley is our King

"— come on, Ron!" Somewhere in the distance, Lee's voice cut through the words.

Ron's head snapped up just in time to see the Quaffle zooming his direction. He dived, arms flailing, but the Quaffle soared right between them. His ears felt very hot despite the cold weather.

WEASLEY WAS BORN IN A BIN
HE ALWAYS LETS THE QUAFFLE IN...

Ron glanced at Harry, who was turning his head around for the Snitch. He desperately hoped Harry found it quickly; the sooner the match was over, the sooner he could quit...

And he did. But not before Ron missed another goal.

WEASLEY WAS BORN IN A BIN