Chapter 2: You promised
Author's Note: Someone sent me a message asking me why I chose the Arsenal as Ron's favorite football team. It's simple. The Arsenal team is from London and the team's emblem is a cannon. The Chudley Cannons is Ron's favorite Quidditch team, so everything fits. Well, except Arsenal's colours are red and the Cannon's are orange. What to do?
I had to use some similar names of some well-known football players. I changed them a bit, because I don't know if it is against some rule. But you never know. I kept the teams' real names though.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Harry Potter. Or anything related to Barcelona, Arsenal, Millwall, except a signed Barcelona's shirt from Lionel Messi. Yeah, I have one. I'm so happy about it.
It's the last minute of the Champions League final and the Arsenal is still in the lead with a score of 1-0. Barcelona has the ball in what likely will be their last attempt to equalize. Pavi gives the ball to Iriesta, Iriesta gives it back to Pavi who is ready for a cross, and it's a penalty! Lionel Lessi is down and the referee gives a penalty shot to Barcelona! What a dramatic finish!
The Arsenal players are angry with the referee's decision, but the replay shows clearly that Bacary Cagna tackled the leg of Lionel Lessi who is now ready to take the kick.
It's very interesting to see if Ronald Weasley can handle the pressure. He has played brilliantly so far, but now it's time to see what he's really made of. If he saves the penalty kick, the Arsenal will win the Champions League for the first time in their history.
The referee whistles and Lessi kicks. He saved it! Ronald Weasley saved the penalty kick and the referee blows his whistle to signal the end of the game. It's over! The Arsenal has just won the Champions League thanks to a great performance by the one and only Ronald Weasley. What a fantastic goalkeeper!
Listen to how everybody in the stadium is screaming his name "Ron! Ron! Ron!"
"Ron! Ron, wake up!" Hermione yelled at him shaking his shoulders.
Ron woke up and he realized that once again it was just a dream. He looked at Hermione and he cursed under his breath.
"Come on, Ron! Get up! We are going to be late," she said leaving the room and hurrying to the kitchen.
Ron got up and went to the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror. One day, it won't be a dream, he said to himself.
After a quick shower and shave, he got dressed and went to the kitchen to eat breakfast.
"Good morning, beautiful," he said to Hermione, kissing the top of her head.
"Good morning, handsome," she replied smiling. "We have ten minutes, so eat your breakfast quickly."
Ron loved having Hermione as a roommate. She not only was his best friend and roommate for the last five years, but also was a great cook. Breakfast was very important for his job and Hermione knew it. Every day, she made a delicious breakfast without ever complaining or asking Ron to prepare it himself. Ron cared about her more than anything.
"I hate you, you know," he said suddenly causing Hermione to give him a confused look.
"Well, too bad, because I love you," she said blowing him a kiss.
"I love you, too, but I hate you. I was having a great dream and you ruined it."
"Don't tell me you were dreaming again that you were playing for England and you won the World Cup," she said teasing him.
"No, I wasn't dreaming that, you know-it-all!" he snapped and Hermione raised her eyebrows.
"If you must know, I was the Arsenal's goalkeeper and I won the Champions League," he said drinking some orange juice.
Hermione started laughing. She loved Ron, not only because he was her best friend and flatmate for the last five years, but also because he always made her laugh. She loved how Ron had this big dream and he was trying to make it come true. She admired him for that actually.
"So why such a rush, Hermione?" he asked her.
"Ron, we talked about this. Her flight lands at 11 am. Right now, it's 8.15. We must leave at 8:30 sharp. We need two hours to get to the airport and then we'll have 30 minutes to find her gate. That's the plan," she said frustrated, not by Ron, but by the situation.
She honestly had no desire to see her mother. Don't get her wrong. She missed her mother, but she knew that the reason for her visit wasn't just to see how she was doing. She was coming to see how she and her "boyfriend" Ron were doing.
"Hermione, your plan is killing me. Do you have any idea how tired I am? Coach kept us yesterday for a night practice. My whole body is aching. Why can't she take a taxi?" he asked her.
"Ron, she is my mother, and you promised," she said seriously. "I'll promise to give you a massage when we come back," she added trying to convince him.
"You promise?" he asked hopefully and she nodded. "I'll go get dressed then," he said and left the kitchen.
Hermione watched him go and she had a grin on her face.
Two hours later, they were in Heathrow airport, waiting for Hermione's mother. Hermione was tapping her foot nervously and she started playing with the zipper of her jacket.
Ron noticed that and knew what it meant. Hermione was scared and nervous.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" he asked worriedly.
"Nothing. It's just…" she stopped.
"Do you know what is going to happen on the ride back, Ron? Cause I know. My mother will ask me how things are. I'll tell her things are great. Then she'll ask me how things are between us. I'll tell her we are very happy and in love, and then she'll ask if we are planning to get married. I'll tell her that we are still very young to do that and then she'll start talking about how she and dad or your parents got married before their twenties. I'll say that we are not like them and then she'll start muttering under her breath. I'll get angry and then-"
Ron interrupted her. "Hermione, breathe! Everything will be alright," he said smiling at her.
She looked at him and then she hugged him tightly. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
"What are you sorry about?" he asked confused.
"For making you come with me today, or for dragging you into this mess. You didn't have to, but I'm so grateful you agreed. I can't believe I found such a great friend like you. Thank you, Ron," she said looking at the floor embarrassed, but still hugging him.
Ron put his hand on her chin and he lifted her face so she could see him. "What are friends for?" he said kissing her forehead and never breaking the hug. To an outsider, they seemed like a beautiful couple in love. But they were only friends…