Disclaimer
The author owns none of the characters that are portrayed in this piece, much as he would like to. It is unauthorised by J.K. Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books or Warner Bros., the lucky true owners of my temporarily stolen characters. Annoyingly, I make no profit from this piece and it is merely an attempt to stop the voices in my head.
Summary
Golden Trio, 100 word drabble. Some R/H, if you're bothered.
Harry Potter and the Deadly Shallows
"'Mione! Please don't make me!"
"Ronald Bilius Weasley, facing your fears is therapeutic. Freud, Jung, Maslow… All the psychology texts agree. Besides, I am not dating someone who's terrified at the thought of three inches of water!"
Harry, standing behind the bickering couple, rolled his eyes at them. "Mate, she's got a point. We've faced Death Eaters, Dementors, Devil's Snares…" He trailed off, realising how many 'D' words they had faced.
"Acromantulas, giant chess boards, evil Professors, even Voldemort!" Hermione finished "And you're still quaking over the shallows of the lake."
"But 'Mione" Ron protested weakly "Plimpies might eat me!"