"HOW DARE YOU FALL ASLEEP IN MY LIBRARY!!!?"
Harry woke up, feeling as if someone just bored a bucket of ice cold water on his forehead. He saw Hermione stirring, too. But Ron continued to stay undisturbed, snoring loudly; he could sleep through a war.
"GET OUT! OUT! THIS IS OUTRAGEOUS!" the librarian screamed, not even pausing for breath.
Harry immediately leapt out of his chair and shook Ron, trying to get him to wake up. It was Hermione, however, who was able to get Ron to greet the day.
"RON! GET UP!" Hermione shouted into his ear. "THERE'S ICE CREAM FOR US DOWNSTAIRS!"
Ron leapt up instantly.
"Where—what--?" Ron asked, confused, his red hair and freckles standing out more stubbornly than any other morning.
"OOOUUUTTT!" the librarian screamed, spraying spit all over them.
Ron was fully awake now, and he had enough sense to run, tripping over a few times, with Hermione and Harry, out of the library.
"I think I have a headache," Ron grumbled as he, Hermione, and Harry pushed past other students to reach the Great Hall for breakfast. "A really bad one."
"Same here," Harry said irritably.
He hated headaches.
"I hope breakfast will make up for it," Ron declared.
Hermione suddenly stopped in her tracks, her face paling, her hand clamped over her mouth.
"What? You don't feel like eating breakfast, Hermione?" Ron asked, his mouth hanging open.
"I-I j-just f-f-f-igured o-out a f-flaw in your bril-l-liant plan, H-Harry," she stuttered, her eyes wide, filled with horror.
Then, she crumpled in a heap on the floor.
"Now that was dramatic," Ron said, as he helped Harry carry her to the Hospital Wing.
Hogwarts hadn't changed as they had known it in their time, so it was easy to find their way around.
"How come she always has to faint or something before she tells us what she's found? Like that time with the basilisk." Harry said, frustrated at his unconscious friend.
"I have no clue," Ron said, shrugging his shoulders. "But I'm not thick enough not to know that Hermione needs to visit Madame Promfrey."
"Let's hand her over to Madame Promfrey now," Harry suggested, peering into the Wing.
"Ok, my arms are starting to get tired anyway."
Ron spotted her tending a student.
"Oy! Madame Promfrey! Our friend needs some—"
She was there before Ron could finish his sentence.
"What happened?" the nurse said, clucking disapprovingly.
"Well, she just sort of turned pale and fell," Harry said dumbly.
"Oh, well, it's nothing then. Now you boys hurry along, you're disturbing my patients."
Then, with a final glance at their friend, Harry and Ron started for the Great Hall.