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Hermione was giggling madly. Ron looked scared. I'm not sure why. He just did. Perhaps it was because he was hiding behind Harry who was covering his own ears shouting 'LA LA LA!' at the top of his lungs.
Finally, Hermione stopped giggling and Ron poked Harry to stop him from shouting. Nervously, the boys approached Hermione as she started to work on her potions homework, still flushed from giggling.
"A-are you ok, Hermione?" Ron asked hesitantly.
"Of course." she answered briskly. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Why were you giggling so much?" Harry wanted to know.
"I was on a sugar high."
"You were high on sugar?" The boys shouted together. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"No. Sugar gives you extra energy. The extra energy given to you by sugar is called a sugar high."
"So," Ron said slowly, "The sugar is a drug that gets you high, but is passed off as extra energy?" he grinned. "Cool!"
"NO!" Hermione screamed. " Sugar high is just energy!"
"So the sugar's high? Ha, ha. High sugar."
"NO! Not High sugar! Sugar high!" But it was no use. Ron was skipping around the common room shouting 'HIGH SUGAR!'. Hermione put her head in her hands. "Someone shoot me, please."
"BANG"
Hermione and Ron looked at Harry who shrugged.
"I had nothing to shoot her with.
Yet another un-funny flimsy-ish ficlet complete.