Chocolate
"The chocolate's spiked." Hermione warned Harry absent-mindedly, flicking over a page in her book.
"Romilda again?" Harry rolled his eyes, and pushed it aside.
"Mmm." Hermione nodded.
Ron strode into the Great Hall, grinned and slid onto the bench beside the duo. "Hey guys- oo, chocolate!" Ron reached for the box.
"It's sp-" Harry began.
"Don't bother." Hermione advised, not taking her eyes of the text.
Harry sighed as Ron stuffed the chocolate into his face, and his eyes immediately glazed over.
"Ah, let's get this idiot to Slughorn." Harry clapped his hands to his thighs and got to his feet, throwing Ron's arm over his shoulder.
"'Mione?" Harry prompted.
"Moron." Hermione sighed, and slammed her book closed. She stood, placing it into her bag, and threw the strap over her shoulder. "You're carrying him."