Dreams Come True-Sometimes
"What a wonderful day it is outside", Hermione said aloud to her friends, Ron and Harry.
"Yep. A perfect day for Hogsmeade", commented Harry.
"I'm so glad you are finally allowed to be here without all that sneaking around. It sure makes things a lot easier on us all."
"I know it does. But thanks for putting up with me in my time of need", Harry said to his friends.
"In your time of need", Hermione said surprised. "We were helping you in here so you could buy candy and try jokes, and have a butter beer for goodness sake!"
Ron was just sitting back against the seating of the booth where they were seated in the back of the pub. He was quite enjoying the fact it wasn't him about to blow up with Hermione. It was nice to not have her smart come backs directed at him. He was just about to take a sip of his frothing butter beer when he noticed a lovely young girl walking out of the door of the shop across the street. He decided he'd leave Harry and Hermione to their doings and go see if he could snag a word with this new vision.
It was well after their spat that Harry and Hermione noticed Ron was no where to be seen.
"Where do you suppose he went off to?"
"I dunno Hermione. Maybe he got tired of our bickering and decided to go for a stroll."
"I could use a walk. Shall we go and find him?"
"It's a plan."
And with that they were sucking down the last of their tasty drink and heading out the pub door. They had only walked a bit when they noticed a large mass of people crowded around in the middle of Hogsmeade's street. Deciding to abandon the search for Ron long enough to figure out what was going on, Harry and Hermione made their way towards the crowd, edging their way towards the center of the commotion. Once they had gotten a good enough distance from the riot, what they saw took their breath away, and then some. For what was lying there in the middle of the street, entirely paralyzed, was none other than Ron Weasley. They couldn't believe their eyes. How did this happen? They kept asking their selves over and over again. The thought was tumbling through their minds like a tumble weed in a bad western movie.
"How could this have happened to Ron? Poor, defenseless, Ron?" Hermione couldn't stop herself from sobbing and Harry noticed she had started to tremble all over, almost as if she was cold even though the weather proved that theory wrong. For it was a beautiful, sunny, quite humid, August day. He then realized her fears were the cause of this sudden tremor in her body. Her pale, smooth body that was radiantly glowing in the su-
Wait! What was Harry thinking of. His poor friend is lying here on the ground in fright and he was letting his hormones get in the way.
"What was I thinking of?"