"Ron!" Harry hissed, shaking his friend's shoulder as hard as he could. "Get up! I've got to tell you something!" He shook Ron's shoulder even harder for emphasis.

Ron merely mumbled incoherently and rolled over, accidentally smashing Harry's fingers in the process. Harry yelped and yanked them out from Ron and placed them in his mouth, waiting for them to quit throbbing. For a moment he merely stood there, contemplating ways to wake Ron, who was a notoriously heavy sleeper.

Quietly he pulled his wand from his sleeve and whispered a silencing charm on Ron's bed. Then, feeling very pervy, he crawled into the bed, staying as far from Ron as possible. Pointing his wand at Ron's head, he muttered, "Aquaticus."

Instantly a torrent of roaring water gushed onto the bed, soaking through the sheets and comforter. The rest hit Ron square in the face, jerking him awake. He spluttered angrily for a few seconds, coughing up water. Harry pocketed his wand, cutting off the spell. Ron shook his head like a dog, sending water droplets flying, and looked up at Harry with a murderous expression.

"Harry… WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!" Ron bellowed, scrambling to his feet so that he could tower over Harry, who was at least three inches shorter than him. He brushed his dripping hair out of his face, advancing menacingly across the sopping wet bed, which squelched with each step.

Harry swallowed and licked his lips nervously. From this view his plan didn't appear to be working out very well. Why, oh why, didn't I wait til the morning? "Well… I had to wake you up. I've got the strangest thing to tell you and I didn't want to wait til morning and this was the only way to get you up."

Ron stopped a few inches from Harry's face to wring out his pajama shirt. "It better be really, really good. Or I'll force-feed you one of Fred and George's Worm Wursts."

Harry smirked. "Oh, believe me. It's good."

Ron narrowed his eyes at Harry and then jumped off the bed. Harry heard a few thumps and muffled curses from near the dresser. A few minutes later Ron reappeared fully dressed, though his sweater was on backwards. He smiled widely at Harry and said, "Well… I'll just go get Hermione, shall I?"

Without waiting for Harry's reply he exited the dormitory, looking quite excited about his mission. Harry rolled his eyes and jumped off the bed, accidentally getting a foot stuck in the sheets. He landed on his knees, muttered a quick "Finite Incantatem", and hurried after Ron.

He was too late, however.

Across the small landing which separated the girls' and boys' dormitories feminine voices started shrieking. Harry arrived just in time to see the fifth year girls' dormitory door fly open and Ron and Hermione be pushed from the room. The door slammed shut behind them with a small huff of annoyance.

Ron tried to smile sheepishly at Hermione but failed when he noticed her nightwear. Namely, a silky camisole and shorts. Hermione looked at Ron, looked down, and then dived behind Harry.

Ron blinked. Harry turned his head to look at Hermione, who was blushing hard enough to be a human tomato. "Uh… My other pajamas were dirty and I couldn't just sleep naked, could I?"

Ron's eyes glazed over.

"Yes, well…" Harry pulled his rather large pajama top off, revealing a moth-eaten t-shirt. Wordlessly he handed it to Hermione, who smiled her thanks and pulled it over her head. Feeling well-covered she turned to glare at Ron.

"Ronald Weasley. Why did you come barging into my dorm at three in the morning?" She said coldly, eyes narrowed and arms crossed.

"Well… Harry told me he had something really big to tell us and I couldn't leave you out of it. You're the brains. We need you." He finished lamely, trying to look innocent and righteous. Hermione merely huffed and stalked off to the common room, Harry and Ron trailing behind her.


"Ron, you know that voice in your head that tells you when you're doing something potentially idiotic or dangerous?" Harry asked sweetly, looking a bit mad.

"Yes?"

"Listen to it next time. It might actually say something smart." With these final words Harry hurried after Hermione, leaving Ron staring into space.

For a moment Ron was quiet. He shoved his hands in his jeans' pockets and muttered, "This from Harry I-Love-Getting-Into-Dangerous-Situations Potter. Honestly… the hypocrisy."