Ahh, same old Ron. Gotta love him. On the train to Hogwarts. I know Ron and Hermione have to go to the prefect cart, but... Oh, and it's 6th year. I know it says five years, but they're starting their sixth year, but only spent five together. Make more sense?
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63. Mooch
"Hey, Harry?"
"No," he replied, knowing exactly what he wanted.
"But..." he began, before Hermione interrupted this time.
"Ron, stop trying to beg food off of people," she told him without looking up from her book.
Ron rolled his eyes. "C'mon Harry. Just one."
"It's never just one," he said.
"C'mon," he pleaded.
"No."
Ron sneaked a glance at Hermione, trying to find an ally. Finding none, he turned back to Harry. "Please?"
Hermione sighed, giving in. He would never shut up until he got it. Five years of him had taught her that. "Just give up, Harry."
Ron grinned.
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