Author: Psywena
Disclaimer: "Your honour, I swear these characters do not belong to me!"
-------Dream Sequence-------
Ron was walking in the forest with his nice new jeans and new sweater and a nice new robe on top. His pocket was filled with money. He pulled out a few galleons and sickles to make sure that they were still there. He was holding a bottle of Butterbeer in one hand and another bagful of galleons in the other.
'Ah,' he thought, 'this is the life.'
Then he heard loud screeching.
'Hmmmmm,' he thought looking upwards, 'I cant see any birds. I wonder where all this screeching is coming from?'
There was another loud screech and everything in the forest went black.
-------End Dream Sequence-------
And so, Ron woke up in his dormitory to hear a mad Hermione shouting something about 'crazy dumbledores' and 'being forced to do something'. By the time he opened his eyes, she was running out of the room.
He saw that all his other mates had their hands on their ears to block out Hermione's screaming and were struggling to get out of their beds. They were all doing well, considering the fact that they had no hands to use, until Neville fell out of his bed and completely flat on his face. The sight of Neville sprawled flat out, facedown, on the floor combined with the sight of Hermione running out of the room like a mad woman cracked Ron up completely.
He started laughing hysterically. He laughed so much that he got the hiccups. So he reached for his wand to cure his bout of hiccups when he realized that his wand had fallen on the floor under his bed while Hermione was strangling him(which is why he had the blackout in the forest in his dream).
So Ron bent over the bed, still hiccupping and laughing mind you, and saw that his wand lay right in the middle of the floor beneath his bed. And so Ron stretched and stretched and stretched and stretched and stretched till he flipped and found himself looking at the ceiling. He was dangerously hanging with his feet on Harry's bed and one of his hands desperately hanging onto his blanket while the other hand was still stretched out under the bed(A/N: Strongly advised not to try this at home. It is advised to try and imagine it instead!).
But unfortunately for Ron(as it always is), his blanket started slipping off the bed, and as Ron fell on the floor, the blanket fell on top of him. So Ron rolled desperately on the ground, trying to get the blanket off him but only succeded in making it all tangled up around him. And so Ron kept on rolling till he banged into one of the poles of someone's bed and then pulled himself up.
Still entangled in his blanket, Ron walked over to what he assumed to be his bed. Instead, he found himself falling for what felt like forever until he fell flat on the floor, just like Neville was a few minutes ago, not one inch from two pairs of shoes. As he looked up he saw that he was in the Gryffindor Common Room looking up at two pairs of concerned but amused eyes.
"Hello Harry…..hic…..Hermione." said Ron and a lot of boisterous laughter was heard from a certain dormitory as Neville shouted, "Look at you! Don't laugh at me next time I fall like that!"
'Damn,' thought Ron, 'those hiccups hic haven't gone yet!'
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