'This is so cool! A World School Quidditch Tournament! And it's at Hogwarts! Harry, you've got to admit this is as cool, if not cooler, than the Tri-Wizard tournament! And even better, I'm in it!' Ron was bouncing off the walls.
'Yeah, it is. But you know this means return of crazy Wood. Early morning practices, late night practices. Y'know, shit like that,' Harry replied.
'But now, don't you think Wood will be too busy doing other things to have late night practices?' Ron asked, thinking not so pure thoughts.
'What? Oh!' Harry looked at Ron and they both started laughing so hard, they had to sit down in the hallway while they were walking back to the Common Room.
'What are you guys laughing about?' Hermione asked as she and Ginny came around the corner.
'Nothing. Well, nothing much anyway. Help me up,' Ron wheezed as he reached for his girlfriend. After Hermione helped him up, Ron pretended to lose his balance and fall against her.
'Ron, that is so immature. Try something more forward, like this.' With that, Ginny swung up into Harry's arms and kissed him.
'Weasley! Or Weasleys! As much fun as I'm sure you're having, I suggest you get to your Common Room, and to bed as quickly as possible. Potter, Granger, you too,' Professor McGonagall said, as she came upon the little group in the hall.
'OK, yes, we'll be going,' Harry said, as he pulled Ginny off towards the Common Room. Hermione and Ron quickly caught up.
'Back to the tournament. I wonder who's gonna be there. I mean, anybody famous.' Harry wondered.
'Gee Herm, I wonder if Viktor Krum will be there?' Ron asked her, which was not an entirely innocent question.
'Well, Ron, what about Fleur Delacoeur? I wonder if she'll be there?' Hermione shot back.
'Ah, touché.'
'C'mon Ron, we really should go to bed. Wood's going to be a practice demon,' Harry said.
'I wonder who we're going to play first,' Ron asked.
'Well, whoever they are, we'll beat them. But to do that, we need sleep. Ginny, Professor McGonagall was right. We need to sleep. Time to go to bed.' Harry pulled her along.
'Yeah, but she never said who's bed.'
'Ginny! As your older brother, I say you sleep in your bed!' Ron cried, scandalized.
They reached the Common Room, and separated to go to their rooms, each leaving to dream of each other.
'Yeah, it is. But you know this means return of crazy Wood. Early morning practices, late night practices. Y'know, shit like that,' Harry replied.
'But now, don't you think Wood will be too busy doing other things to have late night practices?' Ron asked, thinking not so pure thoughts.
'What? Oh!' Harry looked at Ron and they both started laughing so hard, they had to sit down in the hallway while they were walking back to the Common Room.
'What are you guys laughing about?' Hermione asked as she and Ginny came around the corner.
'Nothing. Well, nothing much anyway. Help me up,' Ron wheezed as he reached for his girlfriend. After Hermione helped him up, Ron pretended to lose his balance and fall against her.
'Ron, that is so immature. Try something more forward, like this.' With that, Ginny swung up into Harry's arms and kissed him.
'Weasley! Or Weasleys! As much fun as I'm sure you're having, I suggest you get to your Common Room, and to bed as quickly as possible. Potter, Granger, you too,' Professor McGonagall said, as she came upon the little group in the hall.
'OK, yes, we'll be going,' Harry said, as he pulled Ginny off towards the Common Room. Hermione and Ron quickly caught up.
'Back to the tournament. I wonder who's gonna be there. I mean, anybody famous.' Harry wondered.
'Gee Herm, I wonder if Viktor Krum will be there?' Ron asked her, which was not an entirely innocent question.
'Well, Ron, what about Fleur Delacoeur? I wonder if she'll be there?' Hermione shot back.
'Ah, touché.'
'C'mon Ron, we really should go to bed. Wood's going to be a practice demon,' Harry said.
'I wonder who we're going to play first,' Ron asked.
'Well, whoever they are, we'll beat them. But to do that, we need sleep. Ginny, Professor McGonagall was right. We need to sleep. Time to go to bed.' Harry pulled her along.
'Yeah, but she never said who's bed.'
'Ginny! As your older brother, I say you sleep in your bed!' Ron cried, scandalized.
They reached the Common Room, and separated to go to their rooms, each leaving to dream of each other.
