"Harry, are you serious?" Ron protested. He knew it was useless, that it was already settled, but he was the one who always objected to their plans -- at first, anyway.
"Come on, Ron," Harry said reasonably. "It's not going to be that bad. We're not going after something dangerous. It's just a house. That's all. A house. It's not like we're going to be hunting Lord bloody Voldemort himself!"
Ron flinched at the utterance of that name, mostly out of habit. He'd gotten somewhat used to hearing it lately, but one didn't just overcome a lifetime of fear.
"Oh, all right," he muttered. "You've got a point there, mate." He stood up and stretched, his lanky form looking even longer, if it was possible, and his too-short pyjama pants riding even higher on his ankles. "I'm hungry. Wanna go get a sandwich or something?" he asked, his stomach growling to prove his point.
Harry chuckled. "You're always hungry, Ron."
Harry yawned. "So, nothing."
"So ... are you coming?" Ron asked again.
"Nah. I'm too tired," Harry said through another yawn. He stretched back out on his bed and pulled the covers around him. "You go on. Maybe Hermione would like a sandwich."
"Yeah," Ron said, brightening. "She's got to get hungry doing all that research. I'll go ask her."
Harry chuckled sleepily to himself as Ron left the room.
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After pulling all the books that might mention Ravenclaw's house off the dusty shelves in the library, Hermione Levitated them down to the kitchen. It was much warmer down there, she rationalised, and she would have easier access to hot chocolate and biscuits. She had just settled the books on the table and pulled out a chair when she heard someone else enter the kitchen.
She whipped around, pulling out her wand, only to find Ron standing in the doorway.
"Merlin, Hermione, you're jumpy!" Ron said. "Who'd you think it was? A Death Eater? How would they even get in?"
"Ronald!" Hermione scolded. "You scared me! You really shouldn't sneak up on people like that!"