Over the next few days, Ron and Harry had fun making up theories as to what might have posessed Professor McGonagall to become so suddenly hysterical. That is where our story comes toward its end.
The night before tonight, using Harry's invisibility cloak, Harry and Ron crept into Hermione's dormitory at midnight. Harry stood guard as Ron slipped out of the cloak, and began dumping paint all over Hermione and her bed. It was not regular paint, or at least that was what Fred and George had said when they sold it to him for four sickles.
The paint was supposed to disappear in an hour or less, as if it had never been there. Hermione woke up shrieking, which had been part of the plan.
"Ewww.... Ron, what did you DO to my BED???" Hermione leapt out of bed and looked at the neon pink mess. Crookshanks leapt off as well, completely covered in the stuff.
Laughing their heads off, Harry and Ron led Hermione down to the common room. It had been quite a while since the three had sat down and talked and laughed together. Hermione spent all her free time studying for OWL's, which left Harry and Ron without their third friend.
Harry snuck down to the kitchens to get some marshmallows and butterbear. When he returned, Hermione was asleep with her head on Ron's shoulder. Ron turned a little pink when Harry pulled off the cloak, but greatfully accepted some treats.
The next morning, Hermione woke still covered in paint. "Weasley! I thought you said this stuff disappears!" she shrieked at Ron, who was snoring beside her.
"Huh.. WHAT!!!!"
"This paint, Ron!"
Harry stirred in the sofa across from them. "Hermione… its six!" he said grogily.
Hermione stormed off to her dormitory and came back shrieking. "It's not gone Weasley! Look what you did to my bed Weasley! Come and see what you did!"
"Be quiet!" Ron hissed. The last thing he needed was the entire of Gryffindor waking up.
Hermione shut-up on one condition: they sleep with her in the common room until it was cleaned up.
That explains why Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were camped out in the Gryffindor common room. Now why were they up near dawn?
Fred and George, after hearing where the fifth years were going to be sleeping, planned a silent attack at midnight. They found Hermione and Ron sleeping and cuddling in such a way that it was impossible to resist casting a spell on them. Unfortunately, it was a bugle spell. It sounded like a trumpet in their ears, and made it impossible for them to go back to sleep that night.
And that, my friends, was the long story. The moral? Umm… "Let sleeping ronniekins lie"
A/N: YAY!!! OVER!!! I have no idea what the end means, but Mandy thought it was funny. I am soooo happy this is over. Please review! Thank you... ~Juliette
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