Ron and Hermione sat at the lakeside, the Giant Squid catching Twisties wrappers with it's tentacles, then throwing them straight into the nearby garbage bin [for those who couldn't do vanishing charms yet] after realising they weren't food. Many students were watching in amusement, eating chocolate frogs or licking an every-flavour bean in apprehension and giggling when they realised what it was.
Ron and Hermione weren't like these students, though they were too using their tongues. Ron wrapped his arm around Hermione and stared deeply into her eyes.
"What are you doing?"
"I...I'm trying to be romantic!"
"Well, stop it! You can be romantic some other time." Hermione smiled at the bemused Ron, pressing her lips to his in a fluid movement.
"I don't know what that Sparkler is thinking, letting Bella fight with you. She's...well, be gentle. They're just Sparklers, after all." Ron had gotten unbelievably soft in his time with Hermione. She thought it was quite an accomplishment. Hermione had also changed – it seemed they both had for the other, and were now just as opposite as before.
"Ah, see. We've got to go. Let's go join Harry in the library, eh? We've gotta study to beat the Sparklers – though I think we can beat them already pretty much –"
"Ooh, the library! Let's." They moved through the grounds of the well-worn Hogwarts castle, amongst those who were also practising their moves for the upcoming event, or else enjoying the warm spring day. Spring, thought Hermione in surprise. Usually it's at the end of the year for a nice big build up and Harry angst-ing. Oh well.

"Dudley!" Screamed Uncle Vernon, in one of his rants again. Dudley sighed. He had just taken home a wrestling trophy, but the world was in a frenzy, so no one noticed. "Move that blasted pointy, gold, shiny thing! We're bloody going to fight with...with some of their lot."
"Vern – on," said Aunt Petunia, pouting. "Must we? The Andrels are coming and you know we owe them for last week's dinner."
"Petunia." Uncle Vernon's lips quivered. "Do you want those damned glitter freaks to win this?"
"N-no, of course not – "
"Do you want this world to disappear under a world of GLORIOUS AND DAZZLING – "
"And dazzlingly glorious," intercepted Dudley quietly.
" - SPARKLY VAMPIRES?! NO! I refuse to lose to those...those creatures, even if it means having to socialise with their lot – "
"I realise that, Vernon." Petunia snapped straight back. "But I already made a pot roast, I didn't think we'd actually go – "
"Pot roast? I could do with some pot roast." Dudley licked his lips.
"Oh, sweetie! Of course you can have some. It's in the kitchen. Use the mits."
"Use the mits?" said Dudley indignantly. "I just won first place!"
"Sorry, dear." Apologised Aunt Petunia, rushing to get the pot roast out. "I was caught up." She cut the roast and slipped a thick helping onto a plate. She passed the plate to Vernon and pushed the tray to Dudley. "Eat up, duddiekins! I hope it's enough."
"Damn Meyerpires," growled Uncle Vernon woefully.