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It was early in the morning, 5 AM to be exact. Ron was lying on his four- poster bed, staring at nothing but the blank ceiling. Ron thought this was rather weird, he usually went back to sleep if he suddenly woke up. Neville was snoring louder than ever, Dean couldn't stay put on his bed, Seamus was breathing from his mouth since he's got a bad cold and Harry was just sleeping soundlessly on his four poster bed. Ron yawned again and again but he still couldn't to sleep, he was thinking of something, something he never thinks of before.
"Good morning!" Ron said dully later that morning during breakfast. Ron was lucky that it was a Saturday. He looked at Hermione who was reading a book and went a little fresher than before, and then he sat next to her. Ron was still tired; he laid his head on the table. "Ron," said Hermione politely, "please don't lay your head on the table, where are your manners?" Ron grinned a cheeky grin, "OK, Hermione," he said and sat normally.
Fred and George raised their eyebrows and looked at Ron who didn't argue a little bit. Harry was amazed himself that he stopped eating his porridge. The three of them move their heads towards each other, "Don't you find it weird?" George whispered, "Ron just followed Hermione's order without arguing!"
"I think he's gone mad," Harry whispered, "and I mean. really mad! Ron doesn't obey crazy manner rules especially not from Hermione!" The three of them break up from the argument with a little plan that Fred wanted to do.
"Ron, you look tired," Fred acted, "rest your head on the table, my little brother." Fred gave a polite smile to Hermione who looked at him from the top of her book.
"No," Ron said pouring a jug of pumpkin juice into Hermione's glass, "Should I lay my head, Hermione?" Ron looked at Hermione like a 3 year old asking their mother for a lollipop.
"No, it seems like you don't have manners, Ron," Hermione answered, her head buried under the book she was reading.
"See! I shouldn't!" Ron said, now acting like a real, "Do you like boys with manners, Hermione?"
"Not necessarily, Ron," Hermione replied, finally taking her face out of the book and she gave a small smile at Ron. Ron smiled back at Hermione and raised his eyebrows at the boys. Fred, George and Harry looked at Ron with a confused impression.
"Ron. do you have an eyebrow infection or something?" George asked.
"No I don't! You wit!" Ron hissed angrily.
Fred rolled his sleeve up his hand with anger, "Oi! You're the wit!" he hissed under his breath, "You were the one who cried when you saw a spider in the cookie jar, you were the one who breaks the rules to get your self out of trouble, you were the one stupid enough to ask Fleur Delacour out to the Yule Ball, you were the one."
"Fred. Fred," George whispered politely.
"You were the one who got angry when your toy broomstick was broken, you were the one who-"
"FRED WEASLEY!" a girl's voice shouted. Fred stopped talking and looked behind him and saw his girlfriend, Angelina Johnson, "Hey, Angelina, how very corking to see you, my love," Fred smiled.
"George invited me here to make you stop talking," she said with a smile and a giggle, "so stop it"
"Yeah, plus, what ever you said just now was true except the toy broomstick part. it was your toy broomstick, not Ron's"
"Oh. I did?" Fred asked, "how embarrassing! Ron, you idiot!" Fred blamed Ron.
"He's not an idiot! He's just excessively dense!" Hermione hissed. Everyone looked at her and she went bright red on the face and buried her face under the book again.
It was early in the morning, 5 AM to be exact. Ron was lying on his four- poster bed, staring at nothing but the blank ceiling. Ron thought this was rather weird, he usually went back to sleep if he suddenly woke up. Neville was snoring louder than ever, Dean couldn't stay put on his bed, Seamus was breathing from his mouth since he's got a bad cold and Harry was just sleeping soundlessly on his four poster bed. Ron yawned again and again but he still couldn't to sleep, he was thinking of something, something he never thinks of before.
"Good morning!" Ron said dully later that morning during breakfast. Ron was lucky that it was a Saturday. He looked at Hermione who was reading a book and went a little fresher than before, and then he sat next to her. Ron was still tired; he laid his head on the table. "Ron," said Hermione politely, "please don't lay your head on the table, where are your manners?" Ron grinned a cheeky grin, "OK, Hermione," he said and sat normally.
Fred and George raised their eyebrows and looked at Ron who didn't argue a little bit. Harry was amazed himself that he stopped eating his porridge. The three of them move their heads towards each other, "Don't you find it weird?" George whispered, "Ron just followed Hermione's order without arguing!"
"I think he's gone mad," Harry whispered, "and I mean. really mad! Ron doesn't obey crazy manner rules especially not from Hermione!" The three of them break up from the argument with a little plan that Fred wanted to do.
"Ron, you look tired," Fred acted, "rest your head on the table, my little brother." Fred gave a polite smile to Hermione who looked at him from the top of her book.
"No," Ron said pouring a jug of pumpkin juice into Hermione's glass, "Should I lay my head, Hermione?" Ron looked at Hermione like a 3 year old asking their mother for a lollipop.
"No, it seems like you don't have manners, Ron," Hermione answered, her head buried under the book she was reading.
"See! I shouldn't!" Ron said, now acting like a real, "Do you like boys with manners, Hermione?"
"Not necessarily, Ron," Hermione replied, finally taking her face out of the book and she gave a small smile at Ron. Ron smiled back at Hermione and raised his eyebrows at the boys. Fred, George and Harry looked at Ron with a confused impression.
"Ron. do you have an eyebrow infection or something?" George asked.
"No I don't! You wit!" Ron hissed angrily.
Fred rolled his sleeve up his hand with anger, "Oi! You're the wit!" he hissed under his breath, "You were the one who cried when you saw a spider in the cookie jar, you were the one who breaks the rules to get your self out of trouble, you were the one stupid enough to ask Fleur Delacour out to the Yule Ball, you were the one."
"Fred. Fred," George whispered politely.
"You were the one who got angry when your toy broomstick was broken, you were the one who-"
"FRED WEASLEY!" a girl's voice shouted. Fred stopped talking and looked behind him and saw his girlfriend, Angelina Johnson, "Hey, Angelina, how very corking to see you, my love," Fred smiled.
"George invited me here to make you stop talking," she said with a smile and a giggle, "so stop it"
"Yeah, plus, what ever you said just now was true except the toy broomstick part. it was your toy broomstick, not Ron's"
"Oh. I did?" Fred asked, "how embarrassing! Ron, you idiot!" Fred blamed Ron.
"He's not an idiot! He's just excessively dense!" Hermione hissed. Everyone looked at her and she went bright red on the face and buried her face under the book again.