(Lisa): "Mmm. Draco Malfoy. My Malfoy. My Draco. Draco. Maaalllfoooy…"
"Harry?" said Draco. "Harry, wake up!"
Harry stirred and opened his eyes. He rubbed them. "Whuh?"
"You were sleep talking," Draco said.
Harry sat up. "What did I say?"
"Oh, something unintelligible…" grinned Draco.
(Zoë): Ron blinked. "I REALLY don't want to know. Knowing you two, this conversation is full of innuendo…"
Harry burst out laughing, as did Draco.
"Dear God…" muttered Ron, and went to find Hermione.
(Lisa): He found her in the girls' loos. Why he dared to go in there only God knows.
"Hermione…" he said.
"What?" she asked, a hopeful look in her eyes.
(Zoë): "I love you Hermione. Marry me!" cried Neville.
Hermione pushed past him to the cake stall. "FREE FOOD! Yum! Mmm… cakey…"
Ron kissed her anyway.
This fic leaves one question unanswered… What the HELL was Ron doing in Draco and Harry's bed?!?