Pillow Talk
Though his dreams had originally focused on some abnormally large, foxtrotting spiders, he had been pulled abruptly from his nightmare by Hermione. She spent most of the night starring in some very pleasant dreams. He habitually made sure that such dreams were not still affecting him physically and rolled out of bed.
The others boys were beginning their mornings around him. He participated cheerfully, though groggily, in the usual grunts of acknowledgement and salutation. Dean was changing at the end of his bed, as Harry crouched over his trunk pretending not to watch him. Neville was dressing behind the hangings around his bed with some difficulty. Seamus was looking rather disgruntled as he pulled on his trousers.
“All right there, Seamus?” Ron questioned jovially.
Seamus turned to look at Ron, a smirk forming on his lips. “Brilliant, really. I got a front row seat last night to the deflowering of a rather bookish virgin.”
Was last night real? Her entrance had felt very real and…
Neville fell through the hangings to come into a crashing contact with the hardwood floors, Ron’s train of thought was broken as he stared at the pudgy boy pulling his pants awkwardly up to his waist as he scrambled to his feet. The other boys were not distracted. Dean was looking at Seamus with questioning eyes. Harry was frozen staring cautiously at Ron.
“Ron, she said not to listen to anything about her and Blaise.” Harry said apprehensively.
A lot of information slowly stared to fall together leading to a change in Ron’s complexion, not to the usual red but rather to a very shocking white tinged with green. He hurried out of the door, down the stirs, across the common room, out the portrait hole, down several more hallways and stairway and into the hospital wing.
“Hello dear, what’s your trouble?” Madam Comfrey said. She turned to face a now sweating, green pole of a boy. “You’ve come to the right place go lie down in the last bed on the left.”
He wandered over to the bed indicated silently and down on top of the sheets and covers. Madam Pomfrey was close behind with a goblet of a thick liquid roughly the color of burned skin. Ron took a large gulp looking revolted.
“Did you expect it to taste good?”
“What is it?”
“Pepto-Bismol for the gastrointestinal issues and brandy for everything else, now lie down.”
“Ginny” Hermione said, shaking her by the shoulders.
Ginny pulled her blankets over her head mumbling. “Not my fault, he came onto me.”
“Can we talk, later today, you have a free period after lunch so do I. The out of order loo on the third floor? Good, see you then. Oh and don’t you have class in 20 minutes, you really should get up.” Hermione said swiftly, heading towards the door aas abruptly as she came in.
Ginny groaned and slid out of bed. “You bring so much joy to my life.”
“Mhm, see you this afternoon.”
“I suppose you will”
The others boys were beginning their mornings around him. He participated cheerfully, though groggily, in the usual grunts of acknowledgement and salutation. Dean was changing at the end of his bed, as Harry crouched over his trunk pretending not to watch him. Neville was dressing behind the hangings around his bed with some difficulty. Seamus was looking rather disgruntled as he pulled on his trousers.
“All right there, Seamus?” Ron questioned jovially.
Seamus turned to look at Ron, a smirk forming on his lips. “Brilliant, really. I got a front row seat last night to the deflowering of a rather bookish virgin.”
Was last night real? Her entrance had felt very real and…
Neville fell through the hangings to come into a crashing contact with the hardwood floors, Ron’s train of thought was broken as he stared at the pudgy boy pulling his pants awkwardly up to his waist as he scrambled to his feet. The other boys were not distracted. Dean was looking at Seamus with questioning eyes. Harry was frozen staring cautiously at Ron.
“Ron, she said not to listen to anything about her and Blaise.” Harry said apprehensively.
A lot of information slowly stared to fall together leading to a change in Ron’s complexion, not to the usual red but rather to a very shocking white tinged with green. He hurried out of the door, down the stirs, across the common room, out the portrait hole, down several more hallways and stairway and into the hospital wing.
“Hello dear, what’s your trouble?” Madam Comfrey said. She turned to face a now sweating, green pole of a boy. “You’ve come to the right place go lie down in the last bed on the left.”
He wandered over to the bed indicated silently and down on top of the sheets and covers. Madam Pomfrey was close behind with a goblet of a thick liquid roughly the color of burned skin. Ron took a large gulp looking revolted.
“Did you expect it to taste good?”
“What is it?”
“Pepto-Bismol for the gastrointestinal issues and brandy for everything else, now lie down.”
“Ginny” Hermione said, shaking her by the shoulders.
Ginny pulled her blankets over her head mumbling. “Not my fault, he came onto me.”
“Can we talk, later today, you have a free period after lunch so do I. The out of order loo on the third floor? Good, see you then. Oh and don’t you have class in 20 minutes, you really should get up.” Hermione said swiftly, heading towards the door aas abruptly as she came in.
Ginny groaned and slid out of bed. “You bring so much joy to my life.”
“Mhm, see you this afternoon.”
“I suppose you will”