Timeline: Summer before Year 4
The sun hung lazily in the sky and lit up the grassy field with a warm golden hue. Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat in a comfortable silence as they enjoyed the peacefulness of the afternoon. Tomorrow they would be heading back to Hogwarts for their fourth year, and they wanted to ring every ounce possible out of their summer.
Ron lay sprawled out on a blanket, his red hair tousled, and his freckled face was relaxed in sleep. Harry sat nearby, idly tossing a Quaffle up and catching it, while Hermione flipped through a thick textbook, her eyes narrowed in concentration.
"You know, I'm going to miss this," Harry said, finally breaking the silence, "Just relaxing and not worrying about anything for a change."
Hermione looked up from her book and smiled softly, "I know what you mean. It's nice to have a break from the chaos."
Harry nodded as his eyes focused on the grass as it danced in the gentle breeze, "Do you think this year will be as eventful as the last few?"
Hermione shrugged, "Probably not. I mean…what are the chances," she chuckled.
The duo fell into silence once more before it was interrupted by a loud snore from Ron that was so loud, he woke himself up from his late afternoon nap, "What's going on?" he mumbled.
Harry looked over at his friend who was blinking groggily and rubbing at his eyes, "We were just talking about heading back to Hogwarts."
Ron yawned and stretched, his joints produced a cringe-worthy pop, he then gave a grin at Hermione's disgusted expression, "Can't wait to see what kind of trouble we get into this year."
Hermione rolled her eyes, but there was still a fondness in her gaze hidden underneath the mild exasperation, "Well, let's not think about that just yet. For now, let's just enjoy the peace and quiet."
The friend spent the rest of the afternoon basking in the warmth of the sun, the only sounds were the rustling of pages as Hermione read and the whistle of the wind as the Quaffle was tossed back and forth.
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