A whole three months had passed and with Christmas just around the corner,
the Hogwarts students were due a trip to Hogsmeade.
'Have you seen the price of this bar of chocolate? Rip off!'
'Ron, if you complain about anything else, even the weather, just one more time then I will ram that chocolate where the sun don't shine.' growled Hermione.
Ron looked a little shocked and then mumbled that he didn't really mind the price.
After Honeydukes, Harry, Ron and Hermione made their way to the Three Broomsticks where they sat down with Ginny and a few pints of butterbeer.
'Get me anything decent this year?' smirked Ginny.
'Never you mind.' Ron replied. 'You ok Harry? Harry?'
'Hhmmm? Oh, yeah.' He went back to staring into space.
Ron gulped down the rest of his butterbeer. 'Right Hermione, your turn to get the drinks in.'
Hermione went over to the bar and ordered three pints of butterbeer - Harry had hardly touched his.
Madam Rosmerta smiled as she passed her the drinks.
'Can you manage?' she asked.
'Yes thanks.'
She put one jug in-between her arm and her body and the other two in her hands. Then she turned around and bumped into somebody, sending a pint of butterbeer flying into her face and all over the poor sod who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
'I'm so sorry.' She stammered and put the beer mugs down on the bar.
'No, it's ok; I should have been looking where I was going. You alright Hermione?'
She wiped the beer from her eyes and looked at the person. It was Professor Depardieu.
'Oh my gosh, I really am so sorry!' and then she tried to wipe down the beer that was dribbling down his front. Then she thought about what she was doing and drew back quickly.
'Er, sorry.' she said again.
'No, really it's ok. Here let me get you a napkin.' He grabbed one from the bar and passed it to her.
'Thanks.' she said.
Then Professor Depardieu went to join the other teachers.
'Here, let me refill those for you' said Madam Rosmerta. And she did.
Hermione took the butterbeers carefully back to her table.
'Idiot should have been looking where he was going.'
'It wasn't his fault Ron it was mine. Oh, Ginny stop laughing.'
'Sorry. Harry, pass us some more napkins will you?'
'What? Oh, napkins. What happened to you?' he asked, looking at Hermione.
'Have you seen the price of this bar of chocolate? Rip off!'
'Ron, if you complain about anything else, even the weather, just one more time then I will ram that chocolate where the sun don't shine.' growled Hermione.
Ron looked a little shocked and then mumbled that he didn't really mind the price.
After Honeydukes, Harry, Ron and Hermione made their way to the Three Broomsticks where they sat down with Ginny and a few pints of butterbeer.
'Get me anything decent this year?' smirked Ginny.
'Never you mind.' Ron replied. 'You ok Harry? Harry?'
'Hhmmm? Oh, yeah.' He went back to staring into space.
Ron gulped down the rest of his butterbeer. 'Right Hermione, your turn to get the drinks in.'
Hermione went over to the bar and ordered three pints of butterbeer - Harry had hardly touched his.
Madam Rosmerta smiled as she passed her the drinks.
'Can you manage?' she asked.
'Yes thanks.'
She put one jug in-between her arm and her body and the other two in her hands. Then she turned around and bumped into somebody, sending a pint of butterbeer flying into her face and all over the poor sod who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
'I'm so sorry.' She stammered and put the beer mugs down on the bar.
'No, it's ok; I should have been looking where I was going. You alright Hermione?'
She wiped the beer from her eyes and looked at the person. It was Professor Depardieu.
'Oh my gosh, I really am so sorry!' and then she tried to wipe down the beer that was dribbling down his front. Then she thought about what she was doing and drew back quickly.
'Er, sorry.' she said again.
'No, really it's ok. Here let me get you a napkin.' He grabbed one from the bar and passed it to her.
'Thanks.' she said.
Then Professor Depardieu went to join the other teachers.
'Here, let me refill those for you' said Madam Rosmerta. And she did.
Hermione took the butterbeers carefully back to her table.
'Idiot should have been looking where he was going.'
'It wasn't his fault Ron it was mine. Oh, Ginny stop laughing.'
'Sorry. Harry, pass us some more napkins will you?'
'What? Oh, napkins. What happened to you?' he asked, looking at Hermione.