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just some entertaining banter

"RISE AND SHINE EVERYBODY!"

The sound of Hermione's thunderous voice shook the room like a thunderclap, and jolted Harry awake in the worst way possible.

Harry jumped back with shock, wincing as his head smacked on the headrest. He clapped his hands over his ears as Hermione's voice ricocheted off every wall in his dormitory. Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Neville had all shot awake too, staring at Harry's bed.

With a rush of cold horror, Harry realized that Hermione's voice was screaming from under him.

Involuntarily letting out a rather embarrassing screech, Harry shot out of his bed and nearly fell flat on his face in his desperate escape to the other side of the room. Harry had carried his bedsheets with him as he scampered off, and held them over his chest much like how Ginny had looked when Ron would burst into her bedroom over the summer, determined to catch her doing something wrong.

Ron was yelling something about his mother, while Seamus and Dean were watching slack-jawed. Neville stared blankly at Harry's bed, his face pale.

Hermione's voice continued to screech from Harry's bed. "GOOD MORNING! UP YOU GET! YOUR FIRST CLASS IS STARTING IN T-MINUS FIFTEEN MINUTES!"

Ron shook his head violently, as if dodging a swarm of flies.

"Tell me that's not my bloody girlfriend," he said incredulously, his eyes almost falling out of his head as he stared at Harry.

"In Harry's bed?" said Seamus, poorly disguising a snicker when Ron chucked a shoe at him.

"TRANSFIGURATION FIRST PERIOD! CHARMS AFTER THAT! ARIEL AND I ARE WAITING FOR YOU TWO! HURRY UP!"

"Sounds like my grandmother..."

Everyone looked round at Neville, who gulped, looking absolutely terrified at the screeching that just kept coming from Harry's bed.

"LET'S MAKE THIS LAST YEAR COUNT! GET TO CLASS ON TIME! DON'T FORGET YOUR QUILLS!"

Determined to salvage the last of his dignity, Harry let the sheets fall off him. If Hermione's booming voice wasn't enough to properly wake him, the cold Scottish morning air on his bare chest certainly did the rest of the work. His mind finally seemed to function.

He stormed to his bed, ignoring suggestive remarks from Seamus' direction as he ripped his bed curtains open. Hermione wasn't there; his bed was very much empty.

Harry let out a thankful sigh he hadn't realized he had been holding in. Instead of Hermione, his pillow was screaming. He was only thankful for a second, however, for the sound slammed into his brain when the curtains opened.

"IS THIS TOO LOUD? I DON'T KNOW HOW TO ADJUST THE VOLUME! YOU'VE GOT AN EXAM IN MUGGLE STUDIES THIRD PERIOD!"

Every single boy in the room groaned, and Neville let out a weak swear.

"Is Hermione in there?" Dean asked, in the same tone as Seamus. "Tell her she's in the wrong bed."

"Of course she's not actually here, Dean," said Harry furiously, snatching his pillow off his bed and throwing it to the floor. He eyed it with disgust as it kept on screaming, and kicked it. Nothing changed.