Jupiter | Harry James Potter

lxxvii ; getting bored

    
    Jupiter felt happier for the rest of the weekend than she had done all term. She, Harry and Ron spent much of Sunday catching up with all their homework again, and although this could hardly be called fun, the last burst of autumn sunshine persisted, so rather than sitting hunched over tables in the common room, they took their work outside and lounged in the shade of a large beech tree on the edge of the lake.

Hermione, who of course was up to date with all her work since she didn't have detentions and simply wasn't Ron, brought more wool outside with her and bewitched her knitting needles so that they flashed and clicked in midair beside her, producing more hats and scarves.

The knowledge that they were doing something to resist Umbridge and the Ministry, and that he was a key part of the rebellion, gave Jupiter a feeling of immense satisfaction. The knowledge that those people did not think her boyfriend a lying weirdo, but someone to be admired, buoyed her up so much that she almost wanted Cho to also be in awe of him.

Harry and Ron had been at Quidditch practice, so Jupiter was being forced to listen to Hermione rant on in their dorm about S.P.E.W when they heard a loud thump from the common room, following by an angry yell that sounded oddly like Ron.

They shared a look, and both hurried off their beds and out of the dorm to see what had happened. When they reached the stairs, they saw that it had turned into a slide. Ron was at the bottom, and Harry was helping him to his feet and trying not to laugh.

"I didn't realize that would happen. It's not fair!" he grumbled to Harry, "They're allowed in our dormitory, how come we're not allowed — ?"

"Well, it's an old-fashioned rule," Hermione said, as she and Jupiter both casually slid down the slide, "but it says in Hogwarts, A History that the founders thought boys were less trustworthy than girls."

"Wait..." Ron said, letting Hermione stand up by herself as Harry held out a hand to help Jupiter to her feet. "Does that mean you two are always in our dorm?"

"Yeah," Jupiter nodded, dusting off her uniform skirt after standing up. "In your bed, too," she joked.

"WHAT?" Ron yelled, his eyes widening in disgust and shock. "I'm never sleeping there again!"

"Relax, Ron, she's joking," Harry laughed. "We don't touch your bed."

"Still," he shuddered, a disgusted expression on his face. "It's bad enough that you do... that kind of stuff in there anyways."

"It's not that bad, we just snog," Jupiter shrugged, rolling her eyes at Ron's obliviousness.

"Yeah, okay," He scoffed with a laugh.

Harry started to speak, clearly wanting to change the subject, but Jupiter put a hand out. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Come on, you said it yourself, you've been dating for almost a year," Ron snickered. "You really expect me to believe that you 'only snog?'"

Jupiter felt a flush of blood enter her cheeks at Ron's words. Harry's eyes widened, and he finally cut in. "Okay, let's move on-"

Hermione's mouth fell open. "You're not denying it?"

"Yes, we're denying it," Jupiter quickly said. "Can we please move on now? Why were you trying to get in our dorm?"

Harry cleared his throat, his face slightly red. "Er- we wanted to show you this," he said, pointing over to the Gryffindor notice board. Jupiter caught his eye as they all hurried over to the notice board, which seemed to utter a mix of an apology, and also a shared feeling of extreme embarrassment.

"Look!" Ron said once they approached the crowded notice board. It read:

'By order of The High Inquisitor of Hogwarts