On the train (Harry)

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I walked in to the Gryffindor common room to find it empty except for three people- Neville, Ron and Hermione. Ron and Hermione had curled up together on the sofa, fast asleep, wrapped up in a blanket I assumed Neville had brought down. He was meanwhile sat on his usual armchair, a herbology book on his lap, drinking a cup of tea."So how was your date with a certain Draco Malfoy?" he asked without looking up. I blinked at him in surprise- how did he know about that? "Those two told me" he answered, reading my mind. "And I just want to tell you, me, Dean and Seamus are all completely fine with it, it's ok."

"Er, thanks" I replied, a little taken back.

"These two fell asleep arguing about something, and the looked cold, so I got them my blanket. I think Ron's sleeping down here tonight. Oh, that's a nice quill." he said, pointing at my see-through plastic bag. "Did Draco get it for you?"

"No, I bought it" I said, still thinking he was acting way too chill. Was there something suspicious from his plant book mixed in with his tea? "Don't you want to go to bed? It's getting late."

"Yeah, I was just making sure someone kept an eye on the love birds until you came back. You know what the others are like- I had to stop Ginny from writing "Won Won" on her brother's forehead." I grinned, thinking of what a Ginny thing that was to do, as Neville got up, his old-man jumper covered in fluff from the chair. "Well, goodnight Harry."

"Goodnight Neville" I called after him. I noticed he'd left his mug behind, so I banished it to the sink, and used a household spell to get it to clean itself while I assessed the situation upstairs. But I hesitated as I laid my hand apon the handle, listening to the snores coming out from under the door. I didn't want to disturb them. Oh well, looked like I was sleeping on the sofa tonight. Sighing, I went back downstairs and plonked my shopping on the floor next to the sofa opposite my friends. I didn't have a blanket, so I grabbed my coat from the hook and put it on, knowing that the fireplaces magically went off when no one in the room was awake. I took my glasses off and put them in my bag, knowing I would be screwed if they broke the day before I went to the Burrow.

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"No, Ginny" hissed Ron, as I hovered somewhere between dreams and reality. "Ginny, he'll get mad." But I heard her evil laugh, which I knew never meant anything good.

"Gin, what have you done?" I asked groggily, sitting up on my makeshift bed and cracking my neck.

"Nothing!" she said sweetly. I scowled, and searched for my glasses with one hand. The suspicious giggling around me was making me nervous, and I looked for my glasses with a little more urgency. When I eventually found them, I hastily looked around to try and find the source of the amusement. I soon saw it though, or rather didn't see it, as someone had taken it apon themselves to completely black out my glasses. I suspected it was Ginny.

"Very funny guys" I said, fumbliling around for my wand to rectify the situation. "Transulcenes"

"Spoilsport" grinned Ginny, her bright hair blocking out the light from the window. "Come on, the train leaves in an hour." I got up, and took my shopping bag upstairs, putting it neatly in my rucksack, along with "Hogwarts- a History" (Hermione liked it), my grey knitted Weasley jumper from last year, and an empty bottle, planning on filling it up at breakfast. I took of my crinkled outfit from yesterday, and chucked it in my trunk, seeing no point in folding it, instead putting on a comfy pair of jogging bottoms and an oversized t-shirt in preporation for the long journey home.

"Is Draco down yet?" I asked hopefully as we entered the Great Hall for our final breakfast before the train left.

"Honestly, do you ever think of anything else?" Ron asked, rolling his eyes. It turned out he was- he was, as usual, sat at the end of Gryffindor table. The people who usually sat there too had got accustemed to him being there, and sent him less evil glares, which was good. He had his usual cup of black coffee, and half a grapefruit- I had been trying to encourage him to eat something in the mornings.

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