It was a normal day, or as normal as one could get when one is Harry Potter, a wizard, and the boy-who-lived (or one of his friends). But all that would change when Harry spoke two words that struck fear into the heart of one Ron Weasley. Sometimes, he really hated Harry.
"I'm bored." Ron's heart very nearly stopped. Oh, Merlin, no, his mind yelled. The last time Harry had been bored, Snape's robes had sung 'I'm bringing sexy back' every time he'd scowled. Ron shuddered.
"I'll tell you what we can do," Harry said, suddenly happy. "We can do some bungee jumping." Ron wasn't quite sure what that was, but from Hermione's little gasp, it was a muggle thing, and dangerous (or frowned upon, like Harry's little 'experiment' involving cannabis, mushrooms, the chamber of secrets, and Hufflepuffs), but he couldn't stop Harry-Harry was a force of nature when bored, angry, or having the male version of PMS. Ron's proof that existed was in Harry- and he'd already called Dobby.
A few minutes later, Ron watched Harry jump out of the window, yelling his head off.
Yes, Ron Weasley hated Harry Potter. Mostly, when they both had detention for something only Harry had done. They had been nice, and made sure Hermione had an alibi. But two months of scrubbing the dungeon floor? Ugh.
I may write up some other one-shots in this series, if you ask nicely.
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