The only sounds imminent were the occasional grunts of anger coming from Ron Weasley while searching for something in the Dorm, the crackling of the fire in the Common Room, and the Wizard's Chess game pieces' clattering. It had been a quiet November afternoon with a soft rain and fog blanketing the grounds of Hogwarts..
The silence amid the Boy's Dorm lasted for a mere 10 minutes.
"FECK!" screeched Ron.
"W-what?" Harry stuttered after being abruptly awoken from his nap.
"Stubbed my toe!" Answered Ron in dismay, tears building up in his golden eyes.
"Dumb Arse," responded Harry joyfully. "What are you looking for anyway?"
Ron stopped and looked at Harry sheepishly.
"Liquid luck.."
"Why do you need liquid luck?" inquired Harry.
"...I'm asking out Hermione, tomorrow night at the game."
A wicked grin spread like lightning across Harry's face.
"MAN SLUT!" He cackled.
Ron's sheepish look quickly turned to that of a constipated sloth, and he broke down sobbing.
Harry, unnoticing Ron's sob show, fell off the bed laughing and smacked his head rather hard on the bed table. Seamus Finnegan, a fellow Gryffindor member, accurately threw a lamp across the room at Ron's head. The light bulb shattered against his temple as he sobbed like a child revoked of their candy. He seemed to not notice the lamp had even hit him. Harry, just now recovering from his blow to the head, sat up and sighed.
"I'm such an emotional wreck!" declared Ron as he wiped his tears.
"Maybe you're catching a cold. Colds can make people emotional," suggested Seamus.
Ron shook his head and rubbed his temple where the lamp had hit him.
"Ouch." He muttered. "I've got a headache from crying.
Seamus shook his head and chuckled as he got out of bed to go down for dinner.
"Ron." said Harry.
"Wh-(ACHOO)-What?" He sniffled.
"I've got something very important to ask you and it might make things awkward between us.." warned Harry.
"Okay, go for it."
Harry cleared his throat and took a deep breath. He looked at Ron very seriously.
"Ron...Are you on your period?
Next thing he knew, there was a wand lodged in his ear and some thick burgundy liquid running out of his mouth.
"NO!" Ron sobbed once more. Then he became quiet and sheepish again. "Haven't had one of those in months.." He muttered quietly to himself.