Written for the too many cooks challenge. Couer de Danse and I are writing drabbles based in the same world, so please go check out her work after she posts hers!
Ron was woken up that morning by being very rudely shoved off his bed by his ass of a best friend.
He laid there for a minute, collapsed on the ground. The ground wasn't too bad of a bed, he decided. He was too tired to check the time, or even lift his head at any rate. He was sure it was some ungodly hour in the morning anyway.
"It's Sunday," he moaned. "Whaddya want?"
"We're going to Hogsmeade, remember?" Harry said. "Today?"
"…changed my mind," Ron mumbled, tucking his head under the blanket.
Instead of leaving him alone with his precious pillow, Harry steadfastly ignored his words and dragged all six feet of him to the bathroom. He waited patiently outside until Ron was finished, before dragging him to the Great Hall and out the door to Hogsmeade.
"I hate you," Ron sighed.
"Of course," Harry replied easily. "Let's go get some sweets first."
The two of them headed down the winding path, talking and laughing as Ron slowly woke up. But by the time they arrived at the quaint town, Ron had to double check to make sure he wasn't still dreaming.
Why else would there were a whole horde of students – females at that too – milling around? They definitely weren't from Hogwarts, and they most definitely weren't any of the townspeople.
A petite girl at the edge of the crowd noticed them staring.
"Hello," she said politely. "We're from the Salem Witches Institution."