A/N: Ron's thoughts are in italics.
It was a typical at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Peeve was happily crashing around in the trophy room and had successfully broken several of the prized Quidditch awards. Argus Filch and Mrs. Norris were on their way to find Professor McGonagall, fervently hoping Peeves would finally have justice done upon him. The students were languishing in their classrooms, looking longingly at the brilliant spring day outside. The lake shone in all its glory and the occasional tentacle could be seen nipping the surface to dispose of various articles that landed there.
Ronald Weasley stumped up the stairs to transfiguration, thoughtfully pondering what he would have for dinner. He was immersed in these musings that he was vaguely aware of a flickering flame in his peripheral vision and pleasant warm sensation before the shrill voice of his best friend cut into this pleasant daydream.
"Honestly Ronald! You've run into a torch! And, yes, you've lit your hair on fire!"
Ron was forcefully aware of a sharp rap on his forehead before Hermione muttered "Aguamenti" and cool water poured down the unfortunate redhead's shirt. Hermione hastily dried him with another flick of her wand and he felt the sensation of hot water being poured down his front. Ron was about to remark that he no longer found this funny when he saw Hermione's wand safely stowed back in her pocket.
Odd! … what was I thinking about? … ? ah yes. Dinner. Mmm roast potatoes, pork shops, ooo I hope they have Shepard's pie, treacle tart, chocolate gateau, perhaps steak and kidney pie, ice-cream, I wish they let us have firewhiskey… Ah yes… fire.. Gryffindor common room…crackling fires… armchairs…Hermiones… WAIT WHAT!! WHERE DID THAT COME FROM! Anyway where was I… fires… armchairs… Hermiones… NO NO!
The unfortunate Ronald suddenly found himself at very close proximity to a wall.
"RON! RONALD WEASLEY!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
Ron had walked right into Hermione. Stuttering apologetically, he looked for Harry in the sea of heads around him. In relief he saw his other best friends, better known as The-Boy-Who-Lived waving to him from across the room. Clearing his throat and squaring his shoulders he marched into transfiguration.
He settled himself comfortably in a chair next to Harry. Professor McGonagall began to lecture, Ron tried hard to listen.
Armchairs…Hermiones… zzzzzzzzz…
"Mr. Weasley! I will NOT tolerate sleeping in my lessons!"