Clouds
"That one looks like Snape's nose!" Harry stated triumphantly.
"It does! And look, there's a fist, coming to –"
"I think it looks more like a boot." Harry interrupted Ron, pleasure at the mental image make his voice rumble.
Hermione just gave a quiet snore from between them.
The three of them were splayed out near the lake during break, hiding from the heat of the day in the shade of a tree. Their original purpose had been to finish up their Charms homework, but as soon as Hermione had drifted off, all thought of work was lost.
A few birds plunged through Snape's nose, breaking it up completely. Hermione gave another, more persistent, snore.
"We should record this on tape." Harry said sleepily, "Then she'd have to believe that she snores."
"What's a tape?" Ron asked, covering up a yawn.
"Oh, it's this thing that captures sound, so you can play it back." Harry struggled for the right words, but Hermione's steady breathing and the heat of the day were robbing him of thought. "It's good for proving things… and making… points. When we go over to Hermione's these holes I'll show you." He pulled a bit of her hair out from under her head, and nested his face against it. Ron did the same on the other side. Say what you want about the look and volume of her hair, there were few things that made better pillows.
"Yeah, all right then…" Ron murmured, but Harry could no longer hear him.
Overhead, oblivious to the three teens, the clouds continued to whirl.