Wish Upon A Star

Sectumsempra

Harry told Ron, Hermione, and Ashlyn everything that had happened during next morning's Charms lesson, having the first cast the Muffliato spell upon those nearest them. 

They were satisfyingly impressed by the way Harry had wheedled the memory out of Slughorn and positively awed when he told them about Voldemort's Horcruxes and Dumbledore's promise to take Harry along, should he find another one.

"Wow," said Ron, when Harry had finally finished telling them everything; Ron was waving his wand very vaguely in the direction of the ceiling without paying the slightest bit of attention to what he was doing. 

"Wow. You're actually going to go with Dumbledore . . . and try and destroy . . . wow."

"Ron, you're making it snow," said Hermione patiently, grabbing his wrist and redirecting his wand away from the ceiling from which, sure enough, large white flakes had started to fall. Lavender Brown, glared at Hermione from a neighbouring table through very red eyes, and Hermione immediately let go of Ron's arm.

"Oh yeah," said Ron, looking down at his shoulders in vague surprise.

"Sorry . . . looks like we've all got horrible dandruff now. . . ."

He brushed some of the fake snow off Hermione's shoulder. Lavender burst into tears. Ron looked immensely guilty and turned his back on her.

"We split up," he told them out of the corner of his mouth. "Last night. When she saw me coming out of the dormitory with Hermione. Obviously, she couldn't see you and Ashlyn had disillusioned herself, so she thought it had just been the two of us."

"Ah," said Harry. "Well — you don't mind it's over, do you?"

"No," Ron admitted. "It was pretty bad while she was yelling, but at least I didn't have to finish it."

"Coward," said Hermione, though she looked amused. "Well, it was a bad night for romance all around. Ginny and Dean split up too, Harry."

 "How come?" Harry said casually. Or rather trying to sound casual. His interest in the case seemed quite high for someone who didn't really care.

Hermione and Ashlyn glanced at each other smirking. 

"Oh, something really silly . . . " Hermione said. 

"She said he was always trying to help her through the portrait hole like she couldn't climb in herself . . . but they've been a bit rocky for ages."

"Flitwick," said Ron in a warning tone. The tiny little Charms master was bobbing his way toward them. Hermione and Ashlyn were the only ones who had managed to turn vinegar into wine; the glass flasks were now full of deep crimson liquid, whereas the contents of Harry's and Ron's were still murky brown.

"Now, now, boys," squeaked Professor Flitwick reproachfully. "A little less talk, a little more action . . . Let me see you try. . . ."

Together they raised their wands, concentrating with all their might, and pointed them at their flasks. Harry's vinegar turned to ice; Ron's flask exploded.

"Yes . . . for homework," said Professor Flitwick, reemerging from under the table and pulling shards of glass out of the top of his hat, "practice."

They had one of their rare joint free periods after Charms and walked back to the common room together. Ron seemed to be positively lighthearted about the end of his relationship with Lavender, and Hermione seemed cheery too, though when asked what she was grinning about she simply said, "It's a nice day."

Harry looked like he was having an internal battle. Ashlyn knew what it was about.

"He'll understand," Ashlyn said as they climbed through the Portrait hole.