Disclaimer: I don't (sob) own Harry Potter. It all belongs to JK Rowling

Ron Weasley

"Times up!" called Flitwick loudly. "I will now collect your papers."

He used a summoning charm and all our exam papers flew up into the air and shot little old Flitwick down. A couple of people who were nearby helped him up, but the rest of us, including me, snorted loudly. A classic Flitwick moment.

I strode out of the Great Hall, feeling exhilarated. It was over. Finally. Now I wouldn't have to worry about them 'til next year. And here's Harry. Good.

"Hi," I say as he approached.

"Hi, said Harry. He seemed a little uncomfortable. I wonder why.

"What's up?" I asked uncertainly. But I didn't need to feel strange around Harry, as if I was intruding.

"The bloody practical exam," said Harry embarrassedly. "I mixed up the Colour Changing charm with the Growth charm, so my iguana swelled up and turned pink." I snorted. "How did you do?"

My insides were now squirming.

"Well… I sort of… mutated my iguana into… a … a… giant cucumber." I could feel my face burning with shame.

To my great relief, Harry patted my shoulder sympathetically.

"Let's not mention this to Hermione shall we?" said Harry. I nod gratefully. It was a good thing we agreed to this sooner rather than later because Hermione at the top of the great marble staircase, waiting.

"Hi," said Hermione and for some strange reason, she sounded anxious. I couldn't imagine why. "How did you do?"

Uh oh. The very question that I was praying she miraculously wouldn't ask. Here comes one of her famous you-can-do-better-than-that lectures.

"It was ok," said Harry. He looked at me. Why did he have to do that? She's bound to find out how bad I messed up… or guess. I shook my head. Her expression was so obviously exasperated.

"Hermione,when will you learn? The exam is enough to deal with. I don't want to have to relive the horror of it again!" I say.

"Going through the exams will prepare you for next year!" she snaps. And at that point, I knew it wouldn't be easy. She's the genius who still insists on working so much!

I tell her she needs to relax, that she's always stressed. Harry tactfully nods.

Why does she have to be so determined and stubborn? She's gonna die of stress! Of course, if she wasn't determined and stubborn, I probably wouldn't like her as much.

Maybe I should butter her up. At least she has a soft spot. Not like Percy, who like rules too much.

"Look, I have to go to the library," says Hermione, checking the watch on her wrist. I gasp in surprise.

"What?" says Harry incredulously. "We don't have anymore exams. We don't even have homework!"

But no. She doesn't listen. She just has to rush off, muttering something about spew and next years exam. I don't know why she doesn't give up. Or why she has to prepare for next year… exactly one year away. That's a long way away, thank goodness.

"She's mental. She'll probably die of stress when she's thirty," I grumbled when I though Hermione was out of ear-shot. I though I saw her twitch; as if I was loud enough for her to hear.

"Yeah," said Harry. "I-" he broke off, looking strange. I wonder what thrilling though must have occurred to him to make him look so awkward. But never mind. It probably doesn't concern me.

"Shall we go up to the common room? I heard Fred and George are holding a party," I say happily. "Come on, we deserve a break after all the revision we had to do lately."

So the rest of the afternoon, no that's a lie, the entire night, we spent partying. Good thing nearly all of us are underage or we'd have been drunk of Firewhiskey.

Then McGonagall comes in around three o'clock and told us to go to bed. Killjoy. We deserve a celebration. And she had to end it when we've just started!"

So that's pretty much it. Revise for weeks, write the exams, pray we pass them and then party. The best way to end off exams ever!