Heyyyy, I'm back!

Dang, time flies! I've been loaded with homework and we have practice every day...

Disclaimer- I don't own anything you read in this fic, other than the plot and my ideas.

Excuse my mistakes, and please please let me know what you think! Should I write more about Harry Potter? Hmmm…

(Sorry if this doesn't sound as good as Hermione's POV, but I really don't know how his thoughts sound and whatnot.)

*Clears throat*

Ahem...Please welcome...1/3 of the three musketeers...the guy who doesn't-really-need an-intro-but-I'm-giving-him-one-anyway...The POV of... RON WEASLEY!

Ron POV-

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" This massive contraption has me dangling hundreds of feet over the ground. Why do Americans do this? It's a one-way ticket to death's doorstep. By the time these people have unhooked me from this monstrosity, everyone is here but Hermione.

My idiot twin brothers, who have not to stop smiling since they got down here, high-five. For what exactly, I do not know. A loud laugh comes from a bit away and Hermione comes flying down the line.

She laughs again as someone helps her down, and she brushes her hair out of her face. "Who knew that would be so fun?" She said, sighing, her cheeks slightly pink. She looks as if someone turned a fan on high and pointed it at her. We get led away from the death-line, and a very peppy woman sees us off. "Thanks for coming, hope to see you back here soon!"

I snort. "Yeah right." Hermione rolls her eyes.

She looks at Harry. "So what now?" She says, becoming her normally curious self again. "I dunno," Harry says, glancing at Fred and George. The twins grinned.

George rubbed his hands together, excitedly beginning to speak. "My mate, Noah, says that we could come over to his flat and hang out a bit tonight." He said, continuing to grin.

Hermione looked at him suspiciously.

30 MINUTES LATER, NOAH'S FLAT (lol, I had to)-

Fred knocks on a big, dark brown door, and it swings open. Who I assume to be Noah, stands in the doorway, grinning widely. I look at him again. He seems about our age, dark brown hair, brown eyes, and as of right now, wears muggle clothing.

He happily welcomes us inside. I sigh, very much relieved when I spot robes magically being folded and moved to his wardrobe. I almost thought he was a muggle.

We sit down on the sofa, and Noah waves his wand. Suddenly, the roof is like an image of the sky, similar to what it is like at Hogwarts. Hermione gasps. "How did you…?"

He grins. "Tricksters never reveal their secrets." I glance over at Hermione. She's still shocked.

"Hermione," Harry says, waving a hand in front of her face.

He looks at me, shrugging. "Hermione!" He says again. I roll my eyes.

"Merlin, 'Mione. You've just failed your N.E.W.T's. Snape said you'll likely have to do the term again." She shakes her head, vigorously.

"Sorry...guess I just...spaced out there."

Noah laughs. "It's fine, I like having my apartment like this. It's very peaceful to just sit and watch."

Harry tilts his head. "Pardon?"

"Right," Noah says. "It means the same thing as flat."

"Oh." I look around once more.

Noah has good taste, I think. noticing how everything was practically perfect.

The pictures on the walls, The pillows on the sofa, even the kitchen. The fruit looked fresh like it had just been picked. The dining table was right in the center of the room, and the chairs complimented the light cream colors of the walls. The floors were the perfect shade as well, not making the room seem too bright, or dark. The backsplash was a beautiful tan color, blending in just the right amount.

Everything was in its' place.

1 HOUR LATER-

"So," Noah says. "Basically this is a game where you pick either truth or dare. If you pick truth, you answer a question. If you pick dare, you have to do whatever the person says. If you refuse, you get silly stringed by the person who chose your truth or dare. Ready?"

Hermione's hand shoots into the air. "You don't have to raise your hand, we're not in class," Harry says.

A sheepish look crosses her face. "Force of habit." She composes herself again. "Could you please define silly string?" Noah looks at George for help. He grins. "Oh, you'll see." Hermione just shrugs.

"Right then," Noah says. "Harry, care to give it a go?" Harry grins, turning on George. "Truth or Dare, mate?"

"Is it really a question?" George says, rolling his eyes, "Dare. I'm not Percy," Noah looked at him weird.

"Percy?" He asked.

"Brother. Snobby, and all around just very bloody boring."

"Sounds like my brother. Anyway, go on Harry."

"Right then. George, I dare you to... invite that girl out there to dinner," Harry says, pointing out the window.

I laugh. "No way George would do that. I mean, if he's sane anyway."

"Classic," Noah grinned.

George peered at Harry from across the room. "I haven't met a witch in ages-" He begins to say, but Hermione cuts in.

"If we're statistically speaking, there is a very low likelihood that the woman you have been dared to invite to dinner is a witch. There are lots of places that magical families reside, but I'd say this woman is not a witch, therefore you should not try to ingage in social activities with her."

George sighed heavily. "But this means I can't do my dare!"

Noah shruggs. "It's alright, bro, jut sit this one out." Harry gave him another questioning look.

"Right," Noah says. "Me saying 'bro' is like if you were to call me 'mate'. It basically means friends."

Harry nods. "Well then," Fred says. "Your turn to ask, george."

He grins, looking straight at Hermione. "Dare or Dare, 'Mione?"

She looks confused for a moment. "Was there not supposed to be an option for truth?"

Hermione rolls her eyes, and he shrugged. "Live on the edge."

"Fine. Dare." She replies.

George rubs his hands together. "I know you brought schoolwork with you. I dare you to rip one of your papers in half."

She gasps. "Under no circumstances!" Noah pulls a can out of his jacket.

Hermione sighs, standing up in front of him. "Well go on, then."

He starts spraying her while she shrieks and laughs. By the end, she is covered in silly string and sits back down on the couch. Hermione then dared me to dye my hair brown. Somehow she persuaded me to, and before I knew it, I was stationed in front of the mirror with very dark, very unrecognisable hair.

I huff, crossing my arms. "I hate this." Hermione laughs. "You were the one who agreed..."

I roll my eyes, and then look around.

While it has been a bit of a mess, and I really hope my hair goes back to normal soon, this has been very fun. Although I nearly died on that zippy-thing, I enjoyed our little vacation.

Everyone needs a little break from time to time, and I'm glad that I got to spend mine with Harry and Hermione.

I hope you all enjoyed this! I know it was a little short, but I really just wanted to finish it. Nonetheless, it was very fun to write and I want to say thanks to mysteriesinc for helping with/editing this last chapter!

I also wanted to say that I'm writing an Among Us/Divergent crossover called Sabotaged, and the actual story (because the first chapter was an a/n) will be up soon.

-Ari :)