Harry looked at his watch. The three had about 6 minutes.
"C'mon, Ron! Seriously, why would they care if you have a wrinkled shirt on?" Hermione yelled, banging on the door.
Harry rolled his eyes, but agreed with Hermione 100 percent.
Ron finally emitted himself from the hotel room, but instead of a new shirt, he was giving off a most ridiculus odor, and overpowering too.
Hermione rolled her eyes and moaned, "Ugh, Ron, cologne?"
Ron looked taken aback, "Too much?"
Harry gagged, pretending to die. "Yep." He said once he was back on his feet.
Ron looked fustrated, "I was just trying something new."
Hermione smiled. "You were doing that for Madame Rosmerta."
Ron tried his best to look innocent, "No! I was, uh, doing this for, uh, you!"
Hermione rolled his eyes, then performed the countercurse for a Overwhelming-Odor hex.
Ron looked down at his shoes. "Sorry."
Hermione laughed, "It's ok, it's kinda cute."
Barf, thought Harry. One more week of this and I'll blow a gasket that will need more than a countercurse to clean.
"Let's go!" Harry intervined, trying to ignore the sudden snogging of his two best friends.
The separated, and nodded, finally leaving the hotel.
They Apparated to the backroom of the Three Broomsticks, where no one, except for those who've already been there, would find them.
They looked around, and saw the face they were looking for among the shadows of the windowless room.
"Well, s'bout time ya three came ter see me!"