Chapter three
Harry eventually did fall asleep. Even though he didn't have his precious pillow he found a small woodchuck and that was a fine subsitute for a night or two. When he woke up in the moring he heard the rain smacking the roof like an underpaid prostitute would slap her client. He rolled out of bed and started to walk down the stairs for breakfast. It didn't work. He tripped and just ended up rolling the rest of the way. But he did get there eventually, so it's all good.
When he walked into the small dining room he saw a strange sight. He had expected to see everyone eating buttered toast and laughing merrily until the moment they laid eyes on him, then, of course, they would all quiet and hold a moment of silence for the kidnapped pillow. That was not at all what he saw. When he walked into the dining room they were all sitting around the table laughing merrily and eating toast with marmalade on it. When he entered they all quieted and held a moment of silence for Harry's beloved pillow. Then Harry sat down and they all continued to eat thier toast. With marmalade.
Harry, Ron and Hermione kept glancing at each other all morning as if to say "I know what's coming and yooooooou dooooooon't." even though the others clearly did because they were glancing those same glances. When the last crumbs of marmaladed toast had been polished off the cheap Chinette plates the famous trio headed upstaris to discuss the game plan.
"So we leave today." Hermione said softly.
"Yeah, we do don't we." Harry sighed a long sighish sigh.
They looked at Ron. "What?" he said, "I know we're leaving and so do you I don't reeeeally have to say anything do I?"
"Well yeah, Ron," Hermione said in a very Duh! tone, "We are the trio, we kind of expect you to say something third."
"Why third? Why can't I be first?" he snapped back at her, "Harry always gets to be first?"
"Ron! I wasn't first!"
"So why does Hermione always get to be first?"
"She doesn't!"
"So?!"
Harry and Hermione raised thier eyebrows at Ron.
"What?" he said, "Is the lipgloss too much?"
They rolled their eyes at thier little red-headed beauty queeny-thing. What? I mean, he's not exactly a King. The Slytherins were really off with that little chant of theirs.
"Let's get packing!" Hermione announced loudly to break the silence that had crept in oh so silently.
"What should we pack?" Harry asked her.
"Pop tarts, a blanket, oh! Ooh and that massage oil." she exclainmed excitedly.
Harry smiled at her seductively but she didn't blush half a red as Ron did. The shade of pinkish-red really matched that glare he was shooting at Harry.
"C'mon guys." Hermione said in a very final tone, "Let's go."