They were shivering all over. Despite it being May, cold rain was crawling under their hoods and into robes on their way back from Herbology. Hermione made them change, so they wouldn't get sick. After a hot shower, Harry strolled towards the great hall. Ron and Hermione were ... doing what Ron and Hermione were doing. Mostly Ron watching her read with a dopey smile on his face, occasionally turning a page in a book he had no interest in. Harry didn't want to look too close. He loved them dearly, but the love-sick smile on his best friend's face was sometimes hard to stomach.