Chapter Fourteen: Making plans

"I never thought I would say this, but I can't wait to have our next class with Umbridge. I bet you Mad Eye will turn her into an owl or something like that. I just hope is during our class…" All the Gryfindor's laughed at Ron's comment. Even Hermione couldn't hide a smile.

They had left the most interested class and they were going back to the dinning room. They had done nothing but look at the teachers, who hadn't seemed willing to accept any kind of comments coming from their colleagues.

"What do we have after lunch?" Harry asked.

"Charms." Hermione replied.

"That's not too bad, is it? I mean, Flitwick was a good teacher…"

"Well, don't be too happy. Guess what we have tomorrow after breakfast." Hermione added, taking a look into her time table. "History of Magic."

"Bins? Why don't they just shoot us? It would be funnier than attending to that stupid class…"

Professor Bins was the only ghost teaching in Hogwarts. The rumor said that one night he had fallen asleep near the fire place and when he woke up the next morning he left his body behind, without even noticing. The only interesting part of the class was when the teacher entered the room, but after seeing it for 7 years it had turned a bit boring too.

"I guess I don't even have to ask you for your notes, right, Hermione?" Ron asked.

"You have a girlfriend, why don't you ask her for her notes?" the woman replied.

Ron turned very red. Hermione said something about getting a book from the library and left. Harry then asked.

"So… speaking about Lavender, how's she? How did she react after what Snape did?"

"Don't know. We haven't spoke since yesterday. And, to tell you the truth, I don't want to talk to her either. I can almost hear her now. She'll say something like 'Ronald, who would you have chosen?'" he said, imitating Lavender's voice and making Harry laugh.

"And who would you have chosen?" he asked after a while.

"What?" the red headed one asked, still laughing.

"Who do you like more, Lavender or Hermione?"

Ron looked at his friend as if he didn't know him. Then, he replied.

"I thought the answer to that was obvious. I'm marrying Lavender…"

"So it's Hermione, right? You like Hermione a lot more."

"Oh, you can bet that."

Suddenly, they were interrupted by Parvati.

"Ron, Lavender wants to see you. She's not feeling well, so she wont go to classes today, but she requested to see you after Charms. What should I tell her?"

Ron looked at her. He felt sorry for his girlfriend because he guessed that she was not feeling well because of the humiliation Snape had put them through. But also, he felt happy. The idea of not having to see Lavender for a couple of hours was surely great.

"Tell her that Harry and I had already arranged to practice quiddich after classes. Tell her that I can go and see her after dinner."

Parvati looked. Her eyes seemed to be saying 'Oh, she'll kill you when she hears about this', but she said nothing and walked away.

"So… Are we really playing quiddich? Because I didn't bring my broom."

"Harry… I don't care. If you really want to play quiddich, we'll play quiddich. If you want to cast a spell on Malfoy, I'll be happy to join you. As long as I don't see Lavender, it's perfect."

"You'll be a hell of a husband, man."

"Don't say that, ok? Now, lets go. Flitwick will be mad at us if we don't get there in time." Ron said, grabbing his bag.

"Who are you trying to fool? It's Flitwick!"

"Yeah, what ever… But after what happened with Snape I don't want to be late even for Hagrid's lessons."

The two friends laughed all the way to the charms classroom. All of the sudden, they heard a familiar voice from behind.

"Now that you mentioned Hagrid, he was just telling me that none of you said hello to him. What's the matter with you, I thought he was your friend?"

"My god, Hermione! Do you have to overhear our conversations all the time?" Harry asked.

"Well, why should we talk to him? Look what he's done to us? It's his fault that we are stuck here. He send us the invitations!"

"Listen to yourself, Ronald! You came here because you wanted to, not because somebody made you! And besides, whose birthday party is this, anyway? Dumbledore's! I guess Hagrid has also been fooled." The woman said angrily.

"I don't want to interrupt this lovely conversation" Harry said sarcastically, "but it's time to go inside. Hermione, we'll visit Hagrid after classes, ok?"

"Ok"

"And Ron, she is right. He gave us the invitations, but this isn't his plan. Hate the message, don't hate the messenger."

"Fine."

"Good. Now lets go inside."

"Thanks mum." Ron whispered into Hermione's ear, making her laugh.

"What?" Harry asked, sitting down.

"Nothing. Just nothing."