Hermione Granger sighed, annoyed, as Ron Weasley attempted to tickle her using 'rictusempra'. "Ron, if you can't do this simple spell, you will never be able to pass next week's quiz!" Hermione said. "Sorry, Hermione, but I'm not Mr. Perfect like you are!" Ron replied. "Actually Ron, I'd be Ms. Perfect, not Mr. Perfect. And I am not perfect." Hermione said. Ron rolled his eyes, and again attempted the spell.
"Rictusempra! Rictusempra! RICTUSEMPRA!" Ron said, aiming his wand at Hermione. "Seriously, Ronald. You might as well be yelling at me." Hermione said. "Why, I ought to -" Ron began. "Will you stop arguing?" Harry Potter said angrily, coming out of the boys' dormitory. "Aw, Come on, Harry!" Fred Weasley said. "This is amusing!" George Weasley said. The twins were acting as if they were eating popcorn, watching Hermione and Ron argue.
"I've got a Quidditch Game tomorrow!" Harry said. He glanced at Fred and George. "WE'VE got a Quidditch Game tomorrow!" Then, everyone burst into laughter. "Forget your shirt, Harry?" Fred asked. Harry looked down and his eyes widened. "Uh..." Harry began.
He glanced at Hermione, and realized: She's the only girl in this room right now! Harry took Ron's jacket and put it on. "C'mon, Harry! We - or, Fred and I - know you've got a crush on Hermione!" George said. "But seriously, you don't have to show off to her, shirtless!" Fred said. Hermione's eyes widened as well, as her cheeks began to fill with a rosy color. "I do not - " Harry began. "Rictusempra!" Ron said. Hermione gasped as, for half a second, a faint purple light came shooting out of Ron's wand, straight towards her. Then, she erupted into a fit of giggles.
"Okay... Ron...! You... did it.. now please! Stop -" Hermione said. Ron automatically stopped the spell. Harry took a step towards Fred and George ("Don't hurt us!") but tripped over Hermione's spell book, and fell - right on Hermione. Not to mention, the jacket had fallen off. Harry caught himself, one arm on the left of Hermione's shoulder, the other on the right.
"Alright, you ALL should be in bed by now, and -" Percy ordered, coming out of the boy's dormitory. He stopped short, seeing Harry and Hermione. Both Harry and Hermione's faces showed horror and embarrassment, although their faces were pink.
Percy pulled up Harry. "Absolutely NO horsing around! You trust me, Professor McGonagall will hear about this first thing tomorrow morning! You'll be lucky if you still go to that Quidditch game of yours tomorrow, Harry! Now off to bed, all of you! NOW!" Percy demanded. Hermione got up and brushed off her robe. Not a word was spoken as each and every student went into their dormitory and fell into a silent sleep.
