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The summer was okay for one Hermione Granger. She had watched her best friend Harry Potter survive the Triwizard Tournament and was there when he brought back Cedric Diggory's dead body. Since then, she began understanding that a war was going to erupt and she would have to join Harry, along with their other friend Ron Weasley, in the fight.
There was unfamiliar, upbeat music playing; numerous tables with people crowded around, chatting away; and, over it all, an incessant tapping noise, which was slowly driving him mental. After another thirty seconds of being subjected to the sound of that tapping, Ron was nearly ready to burst. However, before he could say anything, he felt a hand on his thigh and a voice whispered to him, "Calm down, Ron.
Why did he have to speak? If he had just backed out and closed the door silently then he could have escaped what was now inevitably going to be a very uncomfortable situation. Ron was sitting on his bed in the attic bedroom that he and Harry had been sharing at the Burrow, facing away from the door, broad shoulders hunched over, sniffing loudly.