Crossing the threshold, he was smiling. We were all smiling, apart from her. This was my one victory that made her mad...marring Ron Weasley.
"ARGGGHHHHHH!!!" Ron woke up with a horrible feeling that something bad was going to happen, hopefully not at that moment though.
"Harry! Harry! Wake up" Ron grabbed Harry's shoulders and shook him violently.
"What Ron? What?" Harry said with a slight hint of anger in his voice.
"I had the weirdest bloody dream in the whole world"
"Yes Ron, what was it? You invented another flavour of Bertie Botts every flavoured bean... again" Harry laughed. "Don't tell me you're going to win the quidditch world cup?"
"No but that would be nice" Ron glanced up and out through the window in the ceiling. "No...I was getting married!!" Ron shouted, loud enough to wake nearly headless nick, who was hovering on the Gryffindor stairs.
"You married? Who to?" harry had a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"I had no idea didn't even know her... i mean i haven't ever seen her before in my life" harry looked puzzled and shook his head.
Later on at dinner, Ron chewed his food like it was going to disappear. The doors to the great hall slammed into the walls as they burst open.
"Bloody hell!!" Ron muttered as he dropped his half eaten chicken leg onto the plate.
A thin layer of mist passed through the hall, and when it had cleared, there stood a small blond haired girl.
"Excuse me" she spoke with an air of rudeness, "my bags!!" she flicked her wand and two men appeared behind her.
"Yes ma'am..."they squeaked like mice.
"Just put them...over...there...no here...oh just leave them." she ordered them around.
"Who's that then? Letting anybody in here aren't they?" Hermione muttered as she sat down at the table in between Harry and Ron. "Suppose" Ron muttered as he chewed his chicken exposing it to Hermione. "Ron!!" Hermione shouted, her face twisted into a frown, Ron dipped his head and carried on eating