Pillow – 2/50 for the Friendship Boot Camp Challenge.

Also written for Week 8 of the 52 Weeks of Writing Challenge at HPFC with the prompts: "The chamber of what," abuse, pillow, and perfect. (Maybe a few more but that's enough)

"Ron?" Harry looked around the kitchen, knowing Ron was usually to be found with his head in Harry's refrigerator.

"Yeah?" Harry whirled around to find Ron behind him, sitting on the sofa in his small living room.

"I was just thinking—" Harry began.

"Alert the media!" Ron chuckled, but quieted immediately when Harry glared at him.

"Do you ever wonder what happened to the old chamber of secrets?"

"The… the…" Ron looked speechless and stunned, grabbing a pillow off of the floor and fluffing it up to waste time. "The chamber of… what? What are you talking about, Harry?"

"Well," Harry said. "I've been reminiscing, recently, about Hogwarts… do you think it was ruined, in the battle, or if anyone has found it since?"

"It stayed hidden for years, mate. I don't think anyone's found it in the last two years. But… if you don't mind me asking… why are you thinking about it at all?"

"I'm not quite sure. Ginny and I, as you well know, have the wedding coming up soon… I've been spending some time saying goodbye to my childhood, I guess."

Ron pulled a face and buried his face in the pillow. "Why must you two abuse me with knowledge of your perfect relationship when Hermione still isn't talking to me?"

"She isn't?"

Ron shook his head slowly, sadly.

Harry extended a leg to kick Ron in the side. "So that's why you've been sleeping on my sofa for the past week." He grinned. Then, after a few moments, Harry said, "She's like the chamber of secrets, I think."

"Excuse me?" Ron spluttered and did a good imitation of a tomato before he breathed in deeply and asked, "Would you like to explain?"

"Well… she's full of secrets, right? You just need the password to get back into her good books. Does Hermione like it when you surprise her with romantic gifts, like flowers?"

"Er…"

"Don't tell me you've never given flowers to Hermione!" Harry sounded scandalized. "Ron!"

"Sorry," he mumbled.

"No wonder she won't talk to you!"

"Oh, like you're the relationship expert!"

Harry grinned modestly. "I am the one getting married," he said.

Ron grimaced again, landing a solid punch on Harry's arm.

"Hey! Don't hate me because I'm better than you," Harry joked.

"Okay, Harry. Thank you for your suggestions, maybe I will—"

Just then, a head popped out from the fireplace. Harry, through the green, could see Ginny's orange-red hair.

"Hey, Gi—"

"Harry James Potter," she looked angry, "I asked you to do one thing – pick out a tablecloth colour – and what did you do? You forgot! When I get my hands on your troublesome little arse…"

Harry threw a sheepish look at Ron and said, quickly, "Show yourself out in a bit, I have to go speak with Ginny."

Ron just leaned back and smiled, "Better than me, are you?" he called out to Harry. Then, as an ear-splitting pop sounded out through the room, Ron placed one hand in his right pocket and fingered the small box he was hoping to present Hermione with later that day.

After he got her flowers.

And spoke to her in parseltongue, just to be safe.