Harry Potter, the saviour of the wizarding world, was sitting on an armchair in the Gryffindor common room in a slight pickle.
'Ron, my most loyal and dearest friend,' He said. The red head looked up.
'What is it, Harry?' Ron asked, eyeing Harry's pipe with worry.
'Do you notice anything…odd about today?' Harry said. He took his pipe out of his mouth to stare meaningfully up in the air.
Ron thought for a moment before suddenly straightening up for his seat on the floor. 'Do you mean that it's odd that Hermione still isn't back from the library and she's been out all night and is still missing this morning?'
Harry gave his friend a don't-be-so-silly look. 'Come now, Ron,' he said, 'more important things first, please! We'll come back to Hermione later.'
Ron, slightly put out, asked 'what then?'
Harry leaned down to Ron and lowered his voice. 'It's odd that Tommy, the first year, who got sent twenty chocolate cakes for his birthday hasn't offered us a slice! I mean, he said he would share it equally among all Gryffindor, but I haven't got any yet!'
Ron stared.
'Well?' Harry cried
'The little git!' Ron said angrily.
'I know!' Harry said, throwing his hands in the air and throwing his body back up onto the armchair. 'But I suppose we must get back to the Hermione situation.'
'Of course,'
'So, what are we going to do about it?' Harry said.
They thought for a while. About five minutes later, Ron made a suggestion.
'Uh, get up?'
'Yes, that a very good suggestion, Ron, well done!' Harry smiled. It was a start after all.
Ron grinned triumphantly.
'Em, how about getting up and…going to breakfast?' Harry said slowly.
Ron nodded excitedly. 'Listen, how about getting up, going to breakfast and telling Dumbledore!'
Harry couldn't hide his admiration for his friend. Ron was just so smart!
'And, during that, we could search chocolate cake!' Harry cried.
'Yeah!' Ron shouted, punching the air with his fist.
They got up from their seats, Harry from his armchair and Ron from his floor. (If you're wondering why Ron was on the floor it was from the lack of chairs in the common room and, let's face it, Harry won.).
They were nearing the exit as Tommy, the generous first year, passed them.
'Hey Tom, we gotta bone to pick with you!' Harry said.
'Yeah,' Ron said pathetically.
Tommy stared up at the two tall sixth years that were Harry and Ron. 'Yes?'
'And don't act smart!' Harry said.
'Yeah,' Ron repeated.
'Well, what is it?' Tommy asked.
'Where's my chocolate cake?' Harry demanded.
'Yeah!'
'Um, I ran out. There none left, sorry!' Tommy ran away.
Harry turned to Ron. 'So where now?'
AN hiya, I wanted to add some humour in, so please tell me what you think!