"Hey Ron, I wonder where Hermione is. She's not in her bed this morning, but I'm sure we arrived back at the Gryffindor dorm after her."

"Don't worry, Harry, she probably just went to the library to study some more. O.W.L.S is coming up, and I need to remember to ask her to borrow those notes." He yawned.

"And so are NEWT exams. I better go get ready too. Snape is going crucio us if we're late for Potions again. Ron- are you asleep again? Wake up!" Ron only turned over.

"Okay, fine, I know staying up late last night to play chess wasn't such a good idea…well, neither is exploring the Forbidden Forest, meeting old Voldy, sneaking around secret places, but this is different! Hurry up!"

Ron started drooling.

"Um, detention!"

Snore.

"Snape?"

Ron groaned and rolled over again.

"Avada Kedavra?" (Harry made sure his wand was tucked safely away. Imagine explaining how you killed your best buddy by an illegal curse.)

No response.

"Voldemort?"

This time, Ron only halfway jumped up and looked like he was about to start panicking but unfortunately, went back to sleep after raising one leg.

"Sigh…last option. BREAKFAST!"

"Get all the food before Fred and George-huh?" Ron had shot up but before he could flop down again, Harry grabbed his arm and dragged him toward the door.

"Come on, mate! It's only 8 o' clock in the morning!"

"That's still too late, Ron. Can you just wait there?" They stopped in front of the door. "I've forgotten my Divination book, and I might as well get 'Mione's books as well. Seems like she's forgot them and I don't want her to get in trouble in any of her classes." Harry turned back. "Plus, she's gonna kill us or use another complicated spell if we don't bring her 'very, important tools of education'."

Ron's stomach growled. He looked anxious, like he needed to go use the bathroom only this time he wanted food, not a toilet. "Uh, I'll just see you at the Great Hall, then!" He opened the door and joined a laughing crowd of 6th years as he made his way to the Great Hall.

Ron flung open the doors and barged in but was stopped by the massive crowd gathered there. "Why won't you sit down!" Everyone was talking about some armchair and the Ferret. "How do you think-"

"Couldn't she have known better?" Lavender Brown chatted nervously with Pavarti Patil. (Wait, Ron thought, she?)

"Draco's so hot like that! Squeal!" Gag.

Pansy held a butter knife and rummaged in her bag for her wand with murder in her eyes. "I am going to kill that b- hey, who took my nail file? I need to file my nails at 8:30 every single day so they would grow evenly by next week."

"That doesn't even make sense…" Blaise remarked.

Luna Lovegood gracefully glided past the arguing Blaise and Pansy and took a look at the scene. "I wonder what Harry or Ron would think."

Ron pushed his way through the crowd and gasped, staggering backward, when he saw what they were looking at.

Hermione Granger was asleep in an armchair with no other than Draco Malfoy. His arm was around her shoulders and her nose was buried in his neck. They looked like they were in a very compromising position. Colin Creevy snapped a picture.

The flash from his camera was all it took to bring Ron back to his senses, and with a roar, he rose out of his stupor and brandished his wand, ready to murder someone.

The roar, unfortunately, woke both Hermione and the Ferret. Both tumbled out the armchair in surprise and landed in front of a giant, furious, comic-looking, red-faced Ron with steam coming out of his ears and almost every single student in Hogwarts.