The boys had just arrived in their dorm and began unpacking their luggage when there was a sudden silence over where Ron was unpacking.
"Ron?" Harry tried to stretch his neck to see him from the other side of his bed. From what he could see, Ron's forehead outmatched his hair colour. Harry stood up and walked around the bed to see Ron staring at whatever he was holding, apparently, horrorstruck.
"What is—" Harry started, then, seeing whatever Ron was holding, his eyes bulged. "Oh."
"What's going on there?" Seamus's head popped up from a pile of clothes. He walked towards Harry and Ron and started laughing his head off.
"Dean, come over here! You have got to see this!" Dean came walking around Seamus's bed and joined in Seamus's laughter.
"Oh come on!" Said Ron angrily, stuffing what he was holding back inside his trunk.
"Come on, Ron. It's only a bra." Said Harry.
"Yeah, but it's not your sister's is it?" Said Ron, marching out of the dorm.
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"Hey Neville, have you seen Ron around?" Harry asked Neville.
"No, not since this morning." Answered Neville.
"Oh, okay. Thanks." Harry left his seat, leaving his lunch untouched and walked back to their dorm room. He stopped dead in his tracks when he opened the door.
"R—Ron?"
Ron turned around, instantly turning red. "What?"
Harry was rendered incoherent.
"Well it's not like you've never tried your auntie's bra out before when they asked you to do the laundry." Said Ron defensively.
"No, no I haven't. Never." Harry started laughing, slapping his hand against thigh.
"Oh come off it. Help me out of this thing. It's a wonder how women get through this everyday." He shook his head as if he found bras completely unnecessary.
"Ron, what will I do without you?"
"Just help me out of this thing!"
"All right, all right, come here."
"You come here."
Harry sighed and walked over to his friend, his hands on the hook, when the door opened. Revealing a very shocked Ginevra Weasley.
"What. Are. You. Doing. With. My. Bra."