- Thanks Mom, it was a really good dinner, said Ron, mouth half-full.
- Oh c'mon Ron, be a little fancier, you got some sauce all over your shirt, mocked Hermione.
It was the day before Hogwarts, and Molly was cooking her famous "Back to school" dinner. Harry, Ginny, Fred, George (which couldn't stop gloating about how they didn't have to go back to school since they "graduated" the year before), Hermione and Ron were all gathered around the table. They had spent all summer helping the teachers rebuild Hogwarts, so they didn't really have time to have fun together.
- Ron, go upstairs and finish your trunk, ordered Molly.
- Mommmm, I'll have plenty of time later tonight!
- Alright... Put your dishes in the sink, I'm too tired to make they fly there.
Ron obliged, then him, Harry and Hermione climbed up the stairs.
Later that evening, Hermione and Ron went up to the roof, where they sat in a blanket to watch the sunset. Ron seemed nervous.
- Hey, sweetie, what's up? said Hermione gently.
- Oh hm, actually, I meant to talk to you about some-
A firework shot through the sky, covering Ron's sentence. We could see Harry and Ginny running in a distance, those two lovely dummies. Ever since they had, you know, not died of Voldemort, Harry and Ginny had spent all of their time doing stuff together. When the fireworks died out, Hermione turned to Ron.
- Did you mean to say something?
Ron hesitated for a second, but changed his mind:
- Ah, yes, I have to go finish my trunk baby, I'll meet you later.
He kissed her on the forehead and climbed down the ladder.
«So much clothes...How does Hermione do this?» thought Ron.
Her trunk was so clean and organized. Ron looked to his left, then to his right, then he opened Hermione's trunk. He sighed and closed it again.
- Welp, looks like this is going to be a rough year...