Ron woke up at dawn. He let out a yawn and stretched for a few
minutes. Finally when he felt somewhat awake he got out of bed and put on
some slippers. He glanced over to Harry's bed and saw that he was no
longer there. The first thought that came to him was that maybe Harry went
down to the common room, but as he started down the stairs he noticed Harry
sleeping in the window from the corner of his eye. He back tracked a bit
then walked over to the window. Harry was shivering in his sleep. The
morning air was a bid frigid, Ron thought to himself. He took the quilt on
Harry's bed and placed it over Harry. As he was laying the blanket down,
he saw the scar Draco had left on Harry's chest. If he were Hermione he
would probably flip out, but Ron figured it was just a battle scar and it
looked as if were healing, so there was no need to cause a fuss.
Although Ron tended to be a little more calm than Hermione when it came to Harry, he still wanted to keep an eye on him, so he flopped himself down on the floor next to the window Harry resided in. The sun was slowly overcoming the darkened sky. The sound of birds chirping flooded the once silent morning. The suns rays were soon peeking over the trees warming the air all around Hogwarts.
Harry awoke to the bright light beaming in his eyes. He wiped away the sleepy dust around his eyes and blinked at Ron. "Morning Ron." Harry said embracing the warmth of the sun.
"Morning. How are you feeling?" Ron asked hoping he would get some details about what happened with Draco.
"Still a bit tired, but alright." Harry decided that what happened between he and Draco would remain only in his head.
"Uh, Harry," Ron stuttered, "you know if you want to talk to someone about what happened last night, I'm here for you, mate."
"I appreciate that Ron, but there's really not that much to talk about. We got into a small fight, but look," Harry pointed to the floor next to his bed, "I got my broom back."
Ron figured Harry wasn't telling everything about what went on with Draco, for he failed to mention the scar on his chest. But Ron decided to leave it alone; the boy had a right to his privacy. "What do we have this morning?" Harry inquired.
"Double Potions. I would really rather not deal with Snape in the morning, but Snape and Draco at once, that's torture." Ron complained to Harry.
Harry was fixed on Ron's words, especially 'Draco' and 'torture'. Ron looked at Harry with a puzzling look and waved his hands in front of Harry's eyes. "What? Did I say something?"
The words repeated themselves over and over in Harry's head, but then he broke free from their hypnotizing effect. Harry shook his head, "No, no. Sorry, I'm just a bit tired. Lets head down to the common room shall we?"
Ron nodded and they both got up, "You should throw on a shirt though, before we go." Harry looked down and realized he was shirtless. He agreed and found his nightshirt on the floor and slipped it on, buttoning it up while they proceeded down the stairs. Hermione, as Ron had suspected, was sitting in one of the plush chairs waiting for them to get up. She gave Harry a warm and caring smile. Harry returned the kind gesture, "Morning Hermione."
"Good Morning Harry. Are you feeling better, now that you've rested?" She asked with a voice filled with concern.
"I feel better, thanks." Hermione smiled and gave him a tight hug. Harry winced a bit a first because she squeezed down on the scab, but then covered up his pain with a funny looking smile. Hermione, however, didn't seem to notice, she was too happy to notice.
Ron's stomach growled, "I'm hungry, let's got get us some breakfast. Sound good?" Hermione and Harry nodded consecutively and the three of them left for the Great Hall.
Although Ron tended to be a little more calm than Hermione when it came to Harry, he still wanted to keep an eye on him, so he flopped himself down on the floor next to the window Harry resided in. The sun was slowly overcoming the darkened sky. The sound of birds chirping flooded the once silent morning. The suns rays were soon peeking over the trees warming the air all around Hogwarts.
Harry awoke to the bright light beaming in his eyes. He wiped away the sleepy dust around his eyes and blinked at Ron. "Morning Ron." Harry said embracing the warmth of the sun.
"Morning. How are you feeling?" Ron asked hoping he would get some details about what happened with Draco.
"Still a bit tired, but alright." Harry decided that what happened between he and Draco would remain only in his head.
"Uh, Harry," Ron stuttered, "you know if you want to talk to someone about what happened last night, I'm here for you, mate."
"I appreciate that Ron, but there's really not that much to talk about. We got into a small fight, but look," Harry pointed to the floor next to his bed, "I got my broom back."
Ron figured Harry wasn't telling everything about what went on with Draco, for he failed to mention the scar on his chest. But Ron decided to leave it alone; the boy had a right to his privacy. "What do we have this morning?" Harry inquired.
"Double Potions. I would really rather not deal with Snape in the morning, but Snape and Draco at once, that's torture." Ron complained to Harry.
Harry was fixed on Ron's words, especially 'Draco' and 'torture'. Ron looked at Harry with a puzzling look and waved his hands in front of Harry's eyes. "What? Did I say something?"
The words repeated themselves over and over in Harry's head, but then he broke free from their hypnotizing effect. Harry shook his head, "No, no. Sorry, I'm just a bit tired. Lets head down to the common room shall we?"
Ron nodded and they both got up, "You should throw on a shirt though, before we go." Harry looked down and realized he was shirtless. He agreed and found his nightshirt on the floor and slipped it on, buttoning it up while they proceeded down the stairs. Hermione, as Ron had suspected, was sitting in one of the plush chairs waiting for them to get up. She gave Harry a warm and caring smile. Harry returned the kind gesture, "Morning Hermione."
"Good Morning Harry. Are you feeling better, now that you've rested?" She asked with a voice filled with concern.
"I feel better, thanks." Hermione smiled and gave him a tight hug. Harry winced a bit a first because she squeezed down on the scab, but then covered up his pain with a funny looking smile. Hermione, however, didn't seem to notice, she was too happy to notice.
Ron's stomach growled, "I'm hungry, let's got get us some breakfast. Sound good?" Hermione and Harry nodded consecutively and the three of them left for the Great Hall.