THC
House: Hufflepuff
Class: Transfiguration
Category: Drabble
Prompt: [Action] Eating a cake
Word Count: 805
The end of year celebration was upon them and Ron was glad for it. Between the crazy adventure with Harry and Hermione in the Chamber of Secrets and the whole deal about his sister being possessed by You-Know-Who's diary, he was exhausted. He wanted nothing more than to just have his part of the veritable feast and go home for summer break.
"Ron, your parents aren't…you know?"
The redhead looked to his side where Harry was sitting and twiddling with his fingers and seemed a bit nervous. "Nah mate, it was that git Malfoy who is to blame. I'd expect Dad to be putting the sockets to him at the Ministry any day now for what he did," Ron said, shaking his hand, dismissive of his best friend's concern. "Besides, if either of them want to make a smell of it, Malfoy Senior has a lot to explain regarding why his son used the magic he did. He could have endangered all of us here. I mean, summoning a snake to attack during a duel? Classic spineless snake move; hiding behind his father as a threat and putting a lot of people in danger to make it seem like he's so much better than everyone else."
Hermione couldn't help scoffing. "'Putting the sockets' to someone is not the correct saying, Ronald. 'Rake him over the coals' would be a better choice of words," she said with a look that said she was exasperated at the poor use of figures of speech from the redhead. She wasn't surprised, goodness only knows the last two years had made her more than used to his butchering of common turns of phrase, but she had hoped against hope that something other than chess would stick around in the hollow rock he called a skull. "Furthermore, it isn't 'make a smell' but 'make a stink'."
Ron began to tune Hermione out as she began to say something about canals and dams or something.
"Ron…"
"Did you guys hear that? Someone just said my name," Ron said as he turned his head around looking for the phantom voice.
"No one said your name besides Hermione," Harry said with a raised eyebrow. "Are you feeling ok? Maybe you should go see Madame Pom-"
"Ron… Wake up…"
"There it is again! How do you not hear it? It isn't Hermione. The voice is cute and nothing like her. I've heard cuter noises out of a toad than her mouth," Ron said, interrupting Harry's suggestion.
"Why I've never! The next time you fail an assignment, don't come crawling to me to help you pass the class!" Hermione declared, indignation coloring her words. With a mighty 'hmph!' escaping her lips, she stood and stormed out of the Great Hall. Several students would hear her mumble and gripe about "ungrateful, pigheaded boys!" before she was gone.
"Wake up before I burn your signed Chudley Cannon jersey in the fireplace!"
Ron, who had picked up a piece of cake and was half-way to shoving it in his gullet, was thrown into darkness as the Great Hall became an endless void. He screamed as every inch of his form was consumed by endless darkness, his senses dulling to nothing.
"Oi, stop screaming! You're going to wake up and scare the children!" Hermione said with a sleepy irritated tone as she whacked her husband with a pillow.
Ron startled fully awake and shot up biting at air. Feeling an emptiness to his mouth and hands, a pitiful sound escaped him. He couldn't remember what the dream had been about but he remembered a cake. A delicious cake with vanilla icing, chocolate shaving and sugar soaked strawberries. "The cake.. The cake was a lie," he said, staring at clean and empty hands.
"Cake? What nonsense are you talking about Ronald? You were crying out about being chased by spiders trying to eat your eyes," Hermione said rubbing her eyes, her words half slurred.
"You were there, Harry too. I think there was a feast…. But there was a cake! I swear there was a cake! Red velvet sponge, vanilla icing, strawberry soaked with sugar—"
"This is the last time I give you permission to have sugar before bed," Hermione said, cutting off her husband with a shrewd, annoyed look. "Next thing you're going to tell me is you can predict the future," she muttered, rolling over away from him and stealing more of the covers back to surround herself from the cold breeze floating into the room.
"But it was so real… It was right there, Hermione! I tell you it was…"
"Go to bed, Ronald, before I kick you out to sleep on the couch. I have that lecture later today and I am not giving my groundbreaking Arithmancy discovery speech to the ICW with bags under my eyes!"