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"AAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"
Hermione jumped to her feet as her eyes widened like two round saucers, matching the look of horror that was now etched upon Ron's face.
"Her--MIONE!!!" Ron yelled, his body now being pulled from his position on his knees to the ground, his face turned to the side, his arm submerged in water up to his armpit.
Hermione jumped frantically from foot to foot at the edge of the lake on the grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. "OhmyGod, ohmyGod, ohmyGod, WHAT DO I DO?!?!" Harry sat behind Hermione, not making a sound, and Hermione paid him no attention.
"IT'S...GOT ME!!" Ron managed to grunt while keeping himself from falling into the lake.
"GOT YOU?!" Hermione's eyes got, if possible, even wider.
And with one last dramatic roar, Ron yanked his arm out of the lake, spraying Hermione with water. He collapsed on the grass, clutching his stomach, laughing. Harry then followed suit, falling on the ground, tears of laughter causing his eyes to glisten behind his round glasses. Ron was saying something, though it was impossible to tell exactly what he was saying while he laughed, although Hermione heard something along the lines of, 'So gullible!'
Hermione's face changed from a look of horror to a look of rage. "Well that was the meanest thing you've ever done! I thought you were in TROUBLE!! And the two of you were in on it?" she said, wiping water from her face, and with that she stalked away, heading towards a shady tree.
Harry and Ron jogged after her, still laughing. "Oh come on, 'Ermione!" Ron grinned widely at Harry, who was wiping his eyes and who now walked on the other side of her. "It was just a joke!"
"Well I don't think it was a very good one!!" Hermione said hotly, but Ron could have sworn he saw the corner of her mouth raise to form the beginning of a smile. She sped up, leaving the two boys behind as she dove into the shadowy depth of the tree the three of them had sat under many times before. The boys joined her seconds later and all of them stayed silent, Harry and Ron on their backs with their heads on their arms, and Hermione propping herself up with her elbows, letting the heat of the day render the three of them lazy and relaxed.
"I'm rather nervous about this year, aren't you? What with N.E.W.T.S and all. O.W.L.S were stressful enough," Hermione said casually.
"Aww Hermione, you just had to go and mention N.E.W.T.S., didn't you?" Harry rubbed his eyes lazily with his right palm.
"Yeah, can't you just let us enjoy the little stress-free time we have?" Ron said, while swatting at a bee buzzing by his ear.
"Look, I'm not trying to ruin your 'stress-free time', or anything, but--"
"Ugh--NO!" Ron covered his right eyebrow with his right hand, pushing himself into a sitting position with his other arm. "Little fucker stung me!"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Uh huh...first you almost get pulled into the lake by the Giant Squid, now you get stung by a Blast-Ended Skrewt, what next?"
"No, I'm serious! And I didn't say it was a Blast-Ended Skrewt," Ron frowned at Hermione.

Hermione sighed and pushed herself up as well, hobbling over to Ron on her knees. "Let me see," Hermione instructed, and took Ron's hand away from his injured forehead. Ron watched Hermione as she inched closer to get a better look. She took his head in her hands, her right hand on the side of his jaw and her left just above his right ear, tilting it up in her direction.
Her forehead creased as she examined the right side of Ron's head. "I think we'd better take you to Madame Pomfrey."
"Oh come off it, Hermione, it's just a bee sting," Ron said, rolling his eyes and gently shaking Hermione's hands off of his head.

Hermione grabbed it again hastily, saying,"No, I don't think this is a bee sting. Harry, come get a look at this."
Harry now moved over to Ron, wearing a thoughtful expression like a doctor might wear before shining his flashlight down a patient's throat.

"Yeah," Harry said, nodding his head. Ron rolled his eyes. "No, no, I'm serious," said Harry. "It's that thing that lives on that plant."
"Oh, now I know exactly what you mean!" Ron said sarcastically.
This time Harry rolled his eyes. "Hah, well didn't Neville tell us something about it? Lived on that new plant he got."
Hermione nodded, "Yeah, that'll be it...look how it's swelling." Ron's forehead had now developed a yellowish bruise. "Nothing Madame Pomfrey can't fix though," Hermione said before getting to her feet and walking toward the castle.
"Oh bloody hell," Ron said as he and Harry got to their feet as well to follow Hermione.