Chapter 3: "Relax and Enjoy It"
Mrs. Weasley wasn't mad at all and simply waved her wand to clean up my mess. It was Hermione that everyone was concerned about. It probably took Hermione an hour to come to. I tried to cheer Hermione up after she revived by telling her that being a fat chick wasn't all bad because it was a sure cure for a flat chest. Hermione broke out in tears and Ron congratulated me for being even more clueless about women than he was. I decided maybe I'd better shut up or wet the sofa again or something. We all packed to head for Hogwarts. None of us said a word on the train ride. Ron spent the whole train ride gobbling chocolate frogs. I paid for them. It was worth the price to keep him quiet.
Well, of course, there's a welcome dinner. We all ate silently and devoutly wished for an end to the day. Then came the disaster that none of us had anticipated but all of us should have forseen. Dessert. Ice cream. All you can eat. Served in bowls with four dips. Ron scarfed his down in four bites as usual and went back for seconds - and thirds. Ginny and I slowly nibbled at the first bowl and stopped at the halfway point. Hermione sat and stared at her bowl for a full seven or eight minutes without taking a single bite. I was worried she was going to faint again. Then she stuck her spoon into the bowl and shoveled the entire bowl in in about forty-five seconds. She went and got a second bowl and did the same. Then a third. Then a fourth. A crowd gathered around to watch Hermione shovel ice cream into her face. Students started placing bets on how many bowls she would eat and whether or not she would puke. Neville Longbottom said he counted fourteen bowls before Hermione fell off her chair and had to be carried away - to the infirmary.
Hermione spent a whole day moaning in the infirmary before she finally spoke. "When fat is inevitable, eat ice cream." She didn't puke. Pay up, Ron.
End of Chapter 3
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