DISCLAIMER: Everything in this is J.K.R.'s except for Troofles, Dreamsters,
the plot, and FRANKY! –sniggers- And I've got even more up my sleeves ^_^
R&R!
Ron danced down the stairs to breakfast, whistling his favorite song, which didn't seem to be any song distinguishable to fellow students.
It was Friday morning and everything was different. For starters, Ron had all of his homework completed with all the effort he had ever given toward any kind of work. And frankly, that was just strange and out of place. And then there was his complete and utter cheerful demeanor. A passing Gryffindor would expect any of the Weasley's, of the remaining two at the school, to glare any one out of their path on a school morning. This, apparently, was NOT the case with Ron, as the Creevy's observed that morning.
"Good morning Ron!" Coilin squealed as his younger brother followed behind him down the stairs. Ron, in reply, smiled and waved to the two brothers before skipping down the hall toward a welcoming breakfast and half-awake students. "That...was just odd," Coilin announced and his brother nodded his head in agreement.
Harry and Hermione also noticed Ron's strange demeanor as he joined them at a table and reached for a steaming blueberry scone.
"Erm...Ron?" Harry asked, pausing the buttering of his toast. The action had frozen mid air.
"Yeah, Harry?" Ron asked as he took a huge bite from the scone and made a sound of gratification.
"Who placed the Cheer Charm on you?" Harry asked, still aghast.
"Oh, no one," Ron said and finished his scone in another bite. "As far as I am aware of any way." Hermione and Harry both exchanged looks of confusion and then shrugged. Why complain when your best friend was happy?
"So tomorrow we'll meet in the common room and go down to Hogsmeade together, right?" Hermione said after a few moments of awkward silence.
"Yup," Ron answered. Harry simply nodded his head in response.
"Okay," Hermione said. "And then after breakfast we'll all split up to our separate stores and meet back up at the Three Broom Sticks for lunch at twelve?"
"You got it," Ron said and dug into the pile of eggs he'd poured onto his plate. Harry didn't really pay attention; he was lost in a thought and couldn't be revived, although he'd had more than enough sleep throughout the week. Hermione had monitored him as best she could and had even enlisted the help of Neville.
"Well," Harry said suddenly. "I'm going to go to the library for the rest of breakfast. See you in Divinations, Ron." Ron saluted Harry and then ate another scone; this time is was raspberry, as Harry walked off.
"Did you have a good dream last night?" Hermione asked, simply out of the blue as Ron had paused his gorging to take a gulp of pumpkin juice. Ron almost chocked on it. He cleaned himself off with a napkin and looked up at Hermione who was staring at him, her head tilted to the side.
"Oh, um, yes, I did, I guess you could say," Ron answered, his voice cracking a little. He was also blushing, which made his freckles stand out more.
"What about?" Hermione continued.
"Oh, I can't really remember anymore," Ron said quickly and stood up. "Ya know, it just slips away when you wake up!" He smiled nervously, looked around, grabbed his bag and then darted out of the Great Hall. Hermione grinned and finished her breakfast at a nice, slow pace before she got up and headed toward her first class of the day.
After classes had ended that day without the slightest threat of a detention, Harry, Hermione and Ron met in the library to get a head start on a paper assigned by Franky.
"So what was the topic again?" Ron asked as he sat down at one of the tables with Harry and Hermione. "Wasn't it about Troofles?" Hermione nodded her head and pulled her DADA book out of her bag. Harry already had a quill and a bottle of ink out on the table and was now fishing around for parchment. Ron did the same.
"I think we're supposed to research their habitat, feeding habits, and personalities," Harry said and scratched his scar, it had started bothering him during the middle of the week. Hermione noticed the action and lifted her head from the page she was reading out of the DADA book about Troofles.
"Harry?" Hermione inquired, not having to say much more than his name. He lifted his gaze up to Hermione and questioned her with an uplifting of his eyebrows.
"It's just been...bothering me a little lately," Harry said, Ron oblivious to the situation at hand. "Nothing serious or anything." Hermione glared at him, positive he wasn't telling her everything. "Hermione, I promise, I'll tell you if anything ever comes up." He grinned and she cooled off just a little.
"If you don't, mate, she'll find out," some one said from behind them. Harry, Hermione and Ron swiveled around to see who was the owner of the voice and found Franky, a book and a mass of papers stuffed under his right arm.
"Hello Professor!" Hermione said, radiating with the complement he'd just given her.
"Honestly, Granger, just call me Franky," he said bluntly and his small tail flicked at invisible flies. "It's so much simpler."
"Sorry, sir," she said. Franky waved it away.
"You're a bright youngster, you'll get the hang of the name game someday," he said and turned to Harry. "And if anything concerning your scar ever ails you, young sir, report not only to your friend here, but also to me. I might be able to help you figure out what's wrong." Harry nodded his head in reply.
"Thanks, sir," Harry said.
"Right, well, I'll be off," Franky said. "See you three on Monday!" The three saluted him as he smiled and pranced off.
"You promise?" Hermione begged, glaring at Harry again. He sighed and held out his hand.
"Shall we shake on it?" Harry asked and Hermione took his hand. "I swear that I shall tell you if anything concerning my scar happens, and if I don't, I shall go challenge Krum to a wrestling match." All three grimaced at the task he'd set for punishment as Hermione and Harry shook hands in agreement.
"Now that we have that settled, may we begin?" Ron asked, completely prepared with his book open and a quill in hand, freshly dipped in his pot of ink, as a clean piece of parchment awaited his thoughts in front of him on the table. "I'd REALLY like to finish this before tomorrow, so I can worry about my Dreamster problems!"
"Right, right, whatever," Harry and Hermione said and the three began their essays.
R&R!
Ron danced down the stairs to breakfast, whistling his favorite song, which didn't seem to be any song distinguishable to fellow students.
It was Friday morning and everything was different. For starters, Ron had all of his homework completed with all the effort he had ever given toward any kind of work. And frankly, that was just strange and out of place. And then there was his complete and utter cheerful demeanor. A passing Gryffindor would expect any of the Weasley's, of the remaining two at the school, to glare any one out of their path on a school morning. This, apparently, was NOT the case with Ron, as the Creevy's observed that morning.
"Good morning Ron!" Coilin squealed as his younger brother followed behind him down the stairs. Ron, in reply, smiled and waved to the two brothers before skipping down the hall toward a welcoming breakfast and half-awake students. "That...was just odd," Coilin announced and his brother nodded his head in agreement.
Harry and Hermione also noticed Ron's strange demeanor as he joined them at a table and reached for a steaming blueberry scone.
"Erm...Ron?" Harry asked, pausing the buttering of his toast. The action had frozen mid air.
"Yeah, Harry?" Ron asked as he took a huge bite from the scone and made a sound of gratification.
"Who placed the Cheer Charm on you?" Harry asked, still aghast.
"Oh, no one," Ron said and finished his scone in another bite. "As far as I am aware of any way." Hermione and Harry both exchanged looks of confusion and then shrugged. Why complain when your best friend was happy?
"So tomorrow we'll meet in the common room and go down to Hogsmeade together, right?" Hermione said after a few moments of awkward silence.
"Yup," Ron answered. Harry simply nodded his head in response.
"Okay," Hermione said. "And then after breakfast we'll all split up to our separate stores and meet back up at the Three Broom Sticks for lunch at twelve?"
"You got it," Ron said and dug into the pile of eggs he'd poured onto his plate. Harry didn't really pay attention; he was lost in a thought and couldn't be revived, although he'd had more than enough sleep throughout the week. Hermione had monitored him as best she could and had even enlisted the help of Neville.
"Well," Harry said suddenly. "I'm going to go to the library for the rest of breakfast. See you in Divinations, Ron." Ron saluted Harry and then ate another scone; this time is was raspberry, as Harry walked off.
"Did you have a good dream last night?" Hermione asked, simply out of the blue as Ron had paused his gorging to take a gulp of pumpkin juice. Ron almost chocked on it. He cleaned himself off with a napkin and looked up at Hermione who was staring at him, her head tilted to the side.
"Oh, um, yes, I did, I guess you could say," Ron answered, his voice cracking a little. He was also blushing, which made his freckles stand out more.
"What about?" Hermione continued.
"Oh, I can't really remember anymore," Ron said quickly and stood up. "Ya know, it just slips away when you wake up!" He smiled nervously, looked around, grabbed his bag and then darted out of the Great Hall. Hermione grinned and finished her breakfast at a nice, slow pace before she got up and headed toward her first class of the day.
After classes had ended that day without the slightest threat of a detention, Harry, Hermione and Ron met in the library to get a head start on a paper assigned by Franky.
"So what was the topic again?" Ron asked as he sat down at one of the tables with Harry and Hermione. "Wasn't it about Troofles?" Hermione nodded her head and pulled her DADA book out of her bag. Harry already had a quill and a bottle of ink out on the table and was now fishing around for parchment. Ron did the same.
"I think we're supposed to research their habitat, feeding habits, and personalities," Harry said and scratched his scar, it had started bothering him during the middle of the week. Hermione noticed the action and lifted her head from the page she was reading out of the DADA book about Troofles.
"Harry?" Hermione inquired, not having to say much more than his name. He lifted his gaze up to Hermione and questioned her with an uplifting of his eyebrows.
"It's just been...bothering me a little lately," Harry said, Ron oblivious to the situation at hand. "Nothing serious or anything." Hermione glared at him, positive he wasn't telling her everything. "Hermione, I promise, I'll tell you if anything ever comes up." He grinned and she cooled off just a little.
"If you don't, mate, she'll find out," some one said from behind them. Harry, Hermione and Ron swiveled around to see who was the owner of the voice and found Franky, a book and a mass of papers stuffed under his right arm.
"Hello Professor!" Hermione said, radiating with the complement he'd just given her.
"Honestly, Granger, just call me Franky," he said bluntly and his small tail flicked at invisible flies. "It's so much simpler."
"Sorry, sir," she said. Franky waved it away.
"You're a bright youngster, you'll get the hang of the name game someday," he said and turned to Harry. "And if anything concerning your scar ever ails you, young sir, report not only to your friend here, but also to me. I might be able to help you figure out what's wrong." Harry nodded his head in reply.
"Thanks, sir," Harry said.
"Right, well, I'll be off," Franky said. "See you three on Monday!" The three saluted him as he smiled and pranced off.
"You promise?" Hermione begged, glaring at Harry again. He sighed and held out his hand.
"Shall we shake on it?" Harry asked and Hermione took his hand. "I swear that I shall tell you if anything concerning my scar happens, and if I don't, I shall go challenge Krum to a wrestling match." All three grimaced at the task he'd set for punishment as Hermione and Harry shook hands in agreement.
"Now that we have that settled, may we begin?" Ron asked, completely prepared with his book open and a quill in hand, freshly dipped in his pot of ink, as a clean piece of parchment awaited his thoughts in front of him on the table. "I'd REALLY like to finish this before tomorrow, so I can worry about my Dreamster problems!"
"Right, right, whatever," Harry and Hermione said and the three began their essays.