Hermione skidded across the hardwood floor, actually enjoying it. There was a breeze sending her bushy brown hair backwards, her polka-dotted socks simply moved. If Hermione would admit it, she'd say she was having the time of her life.
And then she crashed.
"Ooooooo," Harry and Ron groaned, wagging their fingers.
"You really need to umm…lean forwards," Harry said, laughing.
Ron smiled, "Unless of course, you want to crack your head open," he said, and both he and Harry fell onto the floor with laughter, Harry falling backwards and hitting his head.
"Oww," he moaned, dazed. It was Hermione's turn to laugh. Wait, did I say laugh? I meant it was Hermione's turn to dance. And she danced. A nice little victory dance.
"Smooth move mate," Ron teased Harry, "You'll get all the ladies with that one, ya know?" He and Hermione knowingly nodded solemnly, before laughing.
Harry rolled his eyes. "At least my victory dance is better then yours or Hermione's."
Hermione contented herself with a glare at Harry.
Harry stuck his tongue out at Ron. Ron followed suit. Harry added the 'psthbthe' sound. Hermione shook her head, eyes closed and saying her old school phrase, "Boys!"
They cracked up again. It was times like these that they lived for. None of them were married, and they all had wonderful lives, but when they spent time together was when things were perfect. They laughed, they cried, they acted like idiots…anything goes when you are with your best friends.
