Seventh Year Vibes

I can't write chapter names oops

Harry awoke the next morning at the break of dawn(#aesthetic). Glancing at the metal clock on the wall of the dormitory, he saw it was only striking 6 am. But he couldn't sleep any longer, so he took a quick bath and clothed himself.
  By the time he was finished it was almost seven, and only minutes from when Ron would wake.
  Harry stared at the empty beds. He looked at Seamus' cold, sheet covered bed, a place he and Dean would use as a refuge for cuddling. He gazed at Dean's bed, where Seamus' and him had build a fort and played soldiers during their fourth year.
  He saw Neville's chest rise as he slept. He remembered the times he would loll on it, reading carelessly. He peered over to Ron, who was rolling around in his sleep, muttering. He remembered the times Hermione would come and lie down on the bed alongside them, and teach them new spells and tricks.
  But that was all gone now. The carelessness, the helplessness, the fun. It made Harry feel woeful just thinking about it. How would they ever go back? How would he ever be happy again?
  His contemplating was disturbed by an awakening Ron, who had fallen off the bed.
  "You alright, mate?" Harry asked, picking him up.
"Yeah," Ron replied, rubbing his hip.

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Harry felt numb as they entered the hall again. But he had braced himself for it, and he could do it.
  "Hey Hermy," Ron laughed, somewhat cautiously, kissing Hermione on the cheek. She punched him feebly, chuckling.
"Don't call me that, Won Won,".
They ate their food quickly, and then set off to their classes.
  Harry saw that Draco had found himself a friend- a small Hufflepuff boy with curly black hair. Though he had no plan of ever approaching Draco, let alone befriending him, he felt some hat regretful about it. But he shook it off.
   History of Magic passed as slowly as the war Professor Binns was describing. Luckily Ron was as bored as him, and they sat whispering throughout the lesson.
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After what seemed forty years, the school day ended, and they retreated to the hall for dinner.
  The food appeared shortly, however before they could dig in, Professor McGonagall seemed eager to announce something.
"As there is minimum students this year, we have decided the house table shall be disregarded and everyone may sit where they please,". Then she tapped her cup, and everyone dug in hungrily.