It was another lazy summer day at the burrow. Ron Weasley was lying on his bed and trying to get all the sleep he can get. He buried his head under a pillow to camouflage Pigwidgeon's wild hooting. The owl has been incessantly making noises all morning as its way of asking for food. Finally Ron accepted defeat and got up angrily.

"Ok, I'll go and get you a breakfast. You bloody owl," He snarled.

Ron was on his way back to his room carrying the owl feeds, feeling both groggy and grouchy.

"This ought to shut him up." Ron muttered.

Just then, he stopped in his tracks as he saw Hermione Granger descending from the staircase. He didn't know she'd be visiting today. For some reason, he suddenly felt self-conscious about his appearance. He was wearing Bill's old white shirt (that has a big hole on the left shoulder) over a faded maroon boxer shorts (that now went above his knees).

Before he knew what he was doing, he went over to the coffee table, put down the owl feeds and took the blue scarf that Mrs. Weasley had just finished knitting. He struggled to cover his bare legs with the scarf.

"Blimey, what are you doing here?" He asked in a rather accusatory tone.

"Oh honestly Ron, don't flatter yourself," Hermione answered smugly. "I didn't came here to goggle at your legs, I came to see Ginny."

"Oh yeah? What are you two up two then?"

"Well we are supposed to go to Madam Maltkins together but apparently she isn't feeling well," Hermione sighed. "So I guess I'll just have to rely on my own taste in deciding which dress robe to buy."

"Dress robe? What do you need a new dress robe for?" Ron inquired.

"Well that's not really any of your business, is it?" Hermione asked acidly. "But if you'd really like to know, there's a big quidditch party happening at Bulgaria and Victor invited me."

"What!"

Ron, completely forgetting about his bare legs, let go of the scarf and walked closer to Hermione.

"You don't seriously consider going to that party with Vicky, do you?"

"Oh please Ron, I'm on my way to get myself a dress robe," Hermione said, shoving Ron out of the way.

"Don't be foolish!"

"Oh come on," Hermione turned to Ron and demanded. "What is it now?"

"You can't go to some strange country with that old grouch!" Ron exclaimed. "For all we know there'll be a lot of people there from Durmstrung!"

"So?"

"It's a common knowledge that Durmstrung produced the most number of dark wizards. Don't you see Hermione? This whole thing could be a set up, they could use you as a bait!"

"Look, I really have not time for that kind of rubbish from you." Hermione said impatiently and walked over to the fireplace.

"Now if you don't mind," she said scooping an amount of floo powder from the flowerpot. "I'm going to Madam Maltkins before you come up with another ridiculous hypothesis."

"Diagon AHHHH!"

Without a warning, Ron had jumped into Hermione and seized her wrist to stop her from casting the powder into the fireplace and ultimately getting into Madam Maltkin's shop. Apparently, he realized that he was a little too late as he felt himself spinning into a whirl of green flames with her.