Relaxing

Hermione drags Harry and Ron to Professor McGonagall's Relaxation Class! Of course, Hary's not too keen on the idea, and Ron is - well, Ron's Ron. See, I can't even go to a relaxation session without thinking about Harry Potter! I'm obsessed! Argh! This chapter is basically a little 'set the scene' one.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

"This looks really interesting!" Hermione said, indicating the poster on the Notice Board. Harry and Ron peered at it.

Relax!

End of year exams are over!

Join me in my classroom this lunchtime for a session of magical relaxation

Come and unwind...

(Eat lunch first)

"Erm - no, it doesn't!" Ron corrected her, "You know what that'll be, she's going to put us all under one of those tranquility place spell things and make us all let go of our cares and all that. It doesn't work, Hermione."

"Yes, it does! There are just some people who don't let themselves go enough!"

Harry could hardly believe he was hearing these words from Hermione. He burst out laughing.

"I can't imagine you doing one of those," he told her, "'Relax ... relaaaaax ... argh, I've just remembered, that Potions essay is due in in a couple of weeks and I haven't finished it yet'!"

Hermione glared at him.

"I'm going! Whether you like it or not. And I want you to come with me. I'll look stupid on my own."

Ron gaped at her.

"You're going? You're joking, more like!"

"It'll be worth it, I promise."

Hermione looked at them both, in a way that said 'Please?'

Harry sighed. Ron didn't say anything. He was looking back at her. At her big, brown, pleading eyes ... her 'sad Hermione' face was almost cute... yuck.

"Oh. alright then," he groaned, "But only because I don't want you to be lonely - I mean, on your own."

Harry nodded, "Yeah, OK."

"Brilliant! I can't wait!" Hermione started a long explanation of what she'd read about these sessions, the different potions and spells they used to create different atmospheres, smells and visualisations. Ron nodded and said 'yeah' every now and again, not taking in a word she was saying, but watching her eager face glowing. He'd started to like the way she looked when she got really passionate about something - which was in almost every single lesson they had. He shook the feeling off quickly.

'Ron, she's Hermione,' he told himself, 'Do you really want to think of her in that way?'

'But she's so pretty,' another voice argued.

'No, she's your swotty friend Hermione! Drop it, OK?'

Ron left it there.

I promise this will be more about the relaxy bit next. I just thought this chapter would be a bit short if I didn't add a bit of Ron exploring his emotional range of a tablespoon formerly teaspoon. Please R&R!