a/n I don't own Harry Potter! I know...it's sad.
"Ron, wake up!" Ron jerked awake to a very annoyed Hermione staring him in the face. "Exactly how am I supposed to help you with your charms homework, if you keep dozing off when I start explaining something?" Hermione asked Ron accusingly.
Ron was a little frazzled and didn't really know what was going on, since he had just been woken up from an impromptu cat nap. "The answer is sweater vests." He eventually mumbled once he became semi conscious of his surroundings. He tried to crane his neck around Hermione to see if Harry was still sitting with them, but Hermione started to yell at him.
"What in the world does a sweater vest have to do with your charms homework? Perhaps we should just carry on with this tomorrow in the library, since I don't see how we can get any of this done with you awake, now." Hermione was red in the face and obviously very frustrated. This was the third time she had to wake Ron up in order to continue the tutoring lesson.
Ron shut his books and tucked them away into his bag. "Hermione, it's not like I even know what you're talking about! I just write down what you tell me to write down, and doodle during your exceedingly long explanations. It's not even my fault that I fell asleep…three times. The fire is so comforting!" Ron scrambled with an excuse.
"My explanations are not too long! Harry understands them, why can't you?" She whipped her head around to look at Harry who was trying to summon a footstool from across the room, but Neville was holding onto it quite firmly.
Harry stopped summoning it, much to Neville's relief, and looked up at Hermione and Ron. "I don't do anything different from Ron." said Harry. He then held up a piece of parchment covered with tiny mango trees for the other two to see. "And the fire is especially cozy tonight!"
"Does anyone listen to me?! Anyone?" She hollered to the general Gryffindor community. Most of the others sitting around just ceased their chattering for a few moments to wonder why she was yelling, and then started to talk again.
Neville coughed to get her attention. Once he had gotten it he said, "I do." Rather meekly.
Harry found this quite funny, so he said, "See Hermione, Neville listens to you!" Neville feeling embarrassed got up and climbed the stairs to the boys' dormitories.
"I swear he might be one of the strangest people I have ever met!" Hermione sighed to Harry and Ron, who exchanged questioning looks.
"Is there something we don't know here?" asked Ron intrigued by this comment from her.
"No, not really, I just find him weird." Hermione told them after a moment of thought.
"You think Neville's weird? What about Luna Lovegood? She has got to be the most bizarre person ever created." Harry said to Hermione.
"You could say that, but everyone already knows that Luna is weird. Neville isn't as openly known as weird, so he's just weirder, because it's not expected." Harry and Ron nodded in agreement at this wise comment from Hermione. "So how come you listen to me now that I'm not explaining homework?" Hermione looked between Harry and Ron puzzled.
"So Fred and George told me that they are going to be pulling something tonight. It's about time! They haven't done any pranks for a good week, I'd say." Ron smoothly changed the subject to something safe, where he wasn't risking getting yelled at.
"Good, it's been getting dull around here lately. I could use some laughs." Harry said as he drew in more leaves on his mango tree doodles.
"I hope it isn't anything dangerous. I really don't want to deal with sobbing first years tonight." Hermione was referring to her prefect duties yet again.
"Who said you had to? Just do what I do, yell at them until they stop." Ron told Hermione with a grin.
"How does that even work, Ron? They probably just run away, don't they?" Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Yes, they do. So then they are someone else's problem!" Ron said all knowingly. Harry started to laugh at Ron's strategy when all of a sudden a dull explosive sound was heard from the girls' dormitories.
"If that was my room, I swear…" Hermione got up and started towards the stairs to the dormitory when a vicious looking Lavender bounded down the steps, covered in mysterious orange goo.
"Where are the Weasley twins?!" She demanded. When no one answered her she yelled in a shrill voice, "Fine, then I'll just go talk to Professor McGonagall about this!" Lavender stormed out of keyhole leaving a trail of orange jelly-like dribbles in her wake.
Hermione returned to her armchair by the fire and looked at Ron with a glowering look. "Lavender shares my room." The two boys burst out into laughter. "This isn't funny! I don't even know if Lavender can take it anymore! She is constantly the butt of Fred and George's jokes. Last time she even said she was thinking about leaving Hogwarts because of them!"
Harry and Ron stopped laughing immediately. "Really? Are you sure she actually said that?" Harry's face suddenly was occupied with a concerned expression. It wasn't as funny, if Lavender was going to leave because of the pranks.
"Of course I am sure! Why would I say that if the truth was otherwise?" Hermione now turned to Ron. "Can't you tell your brothers to back off? You are a prefect, you know." Ron's mouth dropped open in surprise. How did he get caught up in Hermione's mad rage?
"You actually think they would listen to me? Wittle Wonny?! Some how I don't think that would go over all that well." Ron replied appalled at the thought of what Fred and George would do if he tried to actually stop them.
"Well, you could at least try!" Hermione slumped in her chair and crossed her arms, pouting. "What is going to happen if she actually does leave? Who will take her place in my dormitory?"
"I don't know. You're the one who usually knows that kind of stuff. Is it in Hogwarts, a History?" Harry asked hopefully.
Hermione gave him a "you have got to be kidding me" look. She decided to ignore that attempt at an answer and answer herself. "I suppose a new student would fill her spot here, but what are the chances Lavender would actually leave. I mean, that would be a little extreme."
Ron wasn't paying that much attention to the conversation anymore. He was watching the crackling fire and thinking about who the new student would be, if they got one. It would have to be a girl, since there would be a spot open in the girls' dormitories. A girl in their year…
a/n Thank you for reading! Please review! *HUGS*