Chapter 4
After reviving Harry, Ron and Hermione were asked to go through the story once more.
"Snape…was…snogging....Twerlanny..." Ron said slowly.
Harry's face went an unhealthy shade of green... "I think I need to use the lavatory."
"Right," Ron stated, looking pale from the memory himself, "I'll go with you."
Hermione rubbed her temples. "I think I might go and see if Madam Pomphrey has any Aspirin."
"Aspra-what?" Ron said confused, raising an eyebrow.
"Aspirin. A muggle medicine that gets rid of headaches," Hermione looked to Ron, "Your Dad might know what it is…"
Harry snickered a little, "Not that it was funny or anything, but remember when your dad got stitches?"
Ron his head slap into both hands, "Don't remind me." He groaned, "There were flying sewing needles following him everywhere all summer, Mum wanted to remind him, obviously. She was constantly saying, 'Do you want me to sew anything for you dear? Your shirt, your sweater, your stomach?' She gave him the worst bloody time."
Harry was now rolling on the floor laughing, and Hermione had to cover her smile with a hand.
"It's not funny," Ron said, his face as red as his hair, "On second though Hermione, I think I'll go get some of that Aspirin with you."
Before they left the common room, Ron turned around and said evilly to a laughing Harry, "We heard Snape moan, very loudly before we left."
Harry went paler than Nearly Headless Nick and ran to the bathroom.
Peeves floated lazily staring at the ceiling; obviously bored to tears… that is if ghosts could cry.
Filch was no more fun, and nothing interesting had happened ever since Fred and George had left. He sighed and rolled around, suddenly seeing red hair like a beacon in the fog, and grinned.
The brunette turned to Ron, "What day is it?"
"Thursday."
"Not what I meant."
"The 30th," Ron shrugged, "Why?"
"Tomorrow is Halloween." Hermione reminded him, throwing her hair over her shoulder, "and the dance."
Ron rolled his eyes, "What? Are you sad because 'Viktor' can't make it?" He saw Hermione sigh, "Oh um…did he... give you the boot then?"
"Apparently he met, 'the girl of his dreams' the other day. Who happens to live much closer."
"Oh," Ron felt this was not the proper time to say, 'I knew you were dating,' or 'I told you so.'
"Yeah but the sky is not going to fall you know." She shrugged. Suddenly out of the air, swooped Peeves, pushing Hermione with such force that she and Ron both fell to the floor. Ron caught her, although his hands were not in the ideal place you would want your hands on your best female friend.
Peeves swooped over them with glee; he sang a song over their heads,
"Krum, knocked out Granger on her bum; but Weasel was there to catch her from her fall, all the while, trying to get his filthy hands up her bra! Oh yes she did fall fast, but not as quickly as the Weasel caught her arse!"
He flew away cackling, on his quest to make mischief till the end of time.
Both Hermione and Ron's faces matched the youngest Weasley boy's hair, quite nicely in fact.
Hermione rolled off and got up; straightening her blouse. Ron got up very quickly as well and started apologizing, "Good Lord Hermione! I swear I didn't mean to touch you there! It was just you were falling and…and…"
"It's fine, Ron."
'I mean, bloody hell, my hand's went up and..."
"Ron, it's okay."
"..Caught the...well....the most, err... part closest to me..."
"Ron!"
"Yes?"
"I'm okay with it. Let's just," the bell rang, "Go to class."
They both went to Charms. Harry struggled with his candle, Hermione lit it in no time, and Ron was trying to figure out the pronunciation of the spell. Poor Neville was in his corner seat, he seemed to be trying to figure out what the spell was supposed to do.
Dinner came, and the trio sat down; in the middle of their meal Harry picked up a plate of chicken and questioned Ron, "Do you want a leg, or breast?"
Ron blushed like mad and pushed his plate away from him, "I'm full."
Hermione abandoned her chicken and went back to her salad.
A bright blinding flash appeared, and Harry hissed, "Colin! If I ever see again I'll drop that camera from the top of the astronomy tower and into the lake!"
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