Sprinkles of Magic

Two

"Hey, mate, can I borrow your copy of Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them?"

Harry perked up from his Potions book. "Sure, why?"

"Mine fell apart and I have to look up something," Ron sheepishly answered, sitting beside Harry.

"I'll just put a name on it," Harry said, closing the Potions book and opening up Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them. He usually didn't bother to put his name on his books, he forgets about it most of the time, but seeing as Ron would borrow it, he had to make sure that his own copy wouldn't get lost. He pressed his quill on the page and quickly scribbled his name down. "Here."

Ron accepted the book, grinning at Harry. He opened it on the first page and wrote something on it. Curious, Harry looked at what his best friend was writing.

'Shared by Ron Weasley because his fell apart.' Harry, though he had written things other than his name on his books, was a bit annoyed at Ron writing on his own book.

"Hey!" Harry shouted, snatching his book from Ron's lap.

"Keep it down!"

Turning around, the two found Hermione Granger, descending from the Girl's Dormitory. "Everyone's asleep except for you two, don't tell me you forgot to do your assignments!"

"Everyone except us three, 'Mione," Ron corrected, feeling smug.

She gave a glared before sitting on a chair across the boys. "What are you two doing?"

"I'm studying for Potions." Hermione looked at Harry in disbelief. "What? I still study, you know."

"I borrowed Harry's copy of Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them," Ron casually said.

"He also wrote on it."

Hermione, who was a believer that books shouldn't be vandalized unless for academical purposes, loudly gasped at Harry's statement. Ron, now feeling his impending doom, hastily whispered, "You're not keeping it down and you were the one who said to do so in the first place."

Hermione flushed in anger, had her hand outstretched to Harry, silently asking for the book. Harry wordlessly handed her his book, wanting not to be dragged in their fight. Flipping it open, Hermione took Harry's quill, which left the boy quite speechless.

After a few moments of silence where Hermione read Ron's writings and wrote on herself, she gave the book to Ron. The Weasley accepted it, thinking how Hermione could write on a book when she was against that idea. Guessing that he might need to write a reply, he read Hermione's question with his quill clutched on his right hand.

'Why don't you buy a new one then?'

'Write on your own book Hermione.'

'You bought all those dungbombs on Saturday, you could have bought a new book instead.'

'Dungbombs rule.'

Harry felt quite out of place so he grasped his book before it could go to Hermione. Internally fuming, he headed to the Boy's Dormitory after mumbling a quick goodbye to his friends who didn't probably hear him because they were having an eye to eye battle.

Years later, Harry would trace each curve of their words and realized how young they truly were back then.