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Harry stood in front of her. “Hermione, scoot over.”
“You scoot over! I was here first.”
“You can’t take up the whole couch for the entire afternoon,” he protested.
“Sure I can. Watch me.”
Ron walked up behind Harry.“Hermione, budge over, or else.”
Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. “Or else what?”
Ron casually flicked his wand at the books she had sprawled all over the couch. They flew into the air, flapping their pages like headless birds.
“Hey!” She protested pulling her feet onto the couch, getting ready to jump up and grab one.
But Ron was quicker than her. He sat down right on top of her, squishing her into the cushions.
“Aah! Get off!” She tried pushing him off in vain, but Ron wasn’t moving.
“I warned you, and now you’re going to have to pay the consequences.”
Ron felt her hand stop pushing him, and he immediately knew what she was doing.
“Oh no, you don’t!” He said, twisting at an angle to grab her wand before she could. “Harry, catch!”
Harry caught the wand mid-air with a grin on his face and stuffed it into his pocket.
“I’ll turn you both into frogs!!” Hermione shouted, still trying to wriggle free from under Ron.
“What are you two doing?” Asked Ginny suspiciously as she walked up behind Harry.
“Help!” Hermione yelled
“Move along, Ginny, this doesn’t concern you,” Ron said.
“We’re teaching Hermione a lesson,” Harry said.
“A lesson?!!” Hermione’s muffled voice said indignantly from behind Ron’s shoulder.
“And really, Hermione? Frogs? That’s so unoriginal. Ow!” Ron leapt off the couch. “She bit me!”
“That’s right! And I’ll do it again too!” Hermione growled lunging for him.
“And what lesson is that?” Ginny asked sounding a little irritated.
“That it’s not healthy to study all day without a break,” Harry replied.
“Aahh! Get back you barmy witch!” Ron yelled trying to escape Hermione’s wrath as she chased him around the couch.
“Run, Ron, run!” Harry shouted gleefully.
Ginny shook her head. “I hope she bites you again.”
“Aha!” Ron yelled triumphantly. He had abruptly turned around and bent low. Before Hermione could stop, she ran right into Ron’s shoulder, and he scooped her off the ground.
“Ooh!” She huffed in frustration. “Ron put me down!”
“Alright we got her. Let’s go!” Ron said, heading for the portrait hole.
“C’mon, Ginny. We’re gonna toss the quaffle around, while Hermione gets some fresh air,” Harry told her flicking his wand at Hermione’s still flapping books. They immediately stopped, and flew into Hermione’s bag. He flicked his wand again and the bag went sailing up the girls’ staircase to the dorms.
“I don’t need fresh air! I need you gits to leave me alone, so I can finish studying for this final!” Hermione complained as they walked down the stairs. Ron still had her thrown over his shoulder.
“Hermione, if you sit on that couch any longer, your arse is going to meld to the cushion. Besides, we all know you don’t need to study. I’d bet a gallleon you can recite that damn charms book from memory,” Ron told her.
“I- you don’t- I mean there’s more to learn than just the words-
“Merlin’s left tit. You do have it memorized, don’t you?” Ron asked incredulously.
Harry watched her cheeks heat up as she fell silent. He exchanged a look with Ginny, the two of them walking behind Ron.
“Maybe some fresh air will do you good,” Ginny said.
Hermione narrowed her eyes at her. “Traitor,” she accused.
“We were going to try to sit down and reason with you,” Harry told Hermione.
“But we thought we might have to take drastic measures. You get a little barmy during exams, you know,” Ron finished.
They were on the grounds now and Ron knelt to set her back on her feet. But he kept a hold of her hand as Dean handed him a broom.
“Cheers, mate,” he said turning back to Hermione. Harry and Ginny were already in the air. “Now, I’m going to let you go. Might as well make it easy on yourself and have a seat. If you try to head back to the castle, I’ll swoop down and grab you, and you can just play quidditch with us.”
Hermione knew a threat when she heard one. Ron was well aware that she hated flying.
“You wouldn’t dare!” She challenged him.
Ron leaned in uncomfortably close and gave her a lopsided grin.
“Try me,” he cheeked.
Hermione felt her cheeks heat up as she huffed indignantly and plopped onto the grass.
Ron’s grin broadened as he realized he had won the argument.
“Now watch me wipe the field with these guys.”
“Hmmph. No thanks. I’m just going to plot my revenge,” she shot back.
Ron snorted. “Fine. As long as you do it outside.”
And with that he shot up in the air before she could come up with a cheeky remark.