"Harry. Put down the knife. I'm just Ron. Your bestie, remember?" Ron yelped, staring fearfully at Harry's casual handling of his small throwing knives. They glinted mercilessly in the early morning light that shone through the Room of Requirement. Ron whimpered again, hiding behind an otherwise preoccupied Hermione.

Hermione sighed at Ron's jostling before she put her tome down. "Ron. Honestly! It happens every morning. Why can't you just remember to not mess with Harry before he has his cup of coffee?" She scolded, putting her hands on her hips as best as she could while sitting down on a couch.

Hermione picked up her wand to conjure a steaming cup of coffee just the way Harry liked it- cream and no sugar. The medium sized cup levitated to Harry, who perked out of his daze to smell the wafting aroma that had already started to fill the room. Harry grabbed at it like it was his lifeline, which, Ron and Hermione thought, was a pretty good explanation as to why Harry couldn't function until he had a cup.

Harry took a large gulp of his milky, bitter coffee, letting the hot liquid scald his tongue a bit for the caffeine it would soon give him. He breathed a sigh of content, feeling the warmth exude throughout his body. "I love you so much, mione."

Hermione snorted into her own cup of conjured Earl Grey tea. "Love you too, Harry," She quipped back sarcastically. "Can't be having our chief throw poisoned knives at my boyfriend now, can we?" She shook her head, her chestnut hair following her movement.

Ron almosted melted at Hermione for the "my boyfriend" part. They've been dating but Ron still turned to mush. Harry thought it was sweet and funny. If not annoyed other times since he didn't have a partner yet.

The trio sat in comfortable for a few more minutes before Ron got up to stretch and leave, offering a hand to Hermione. "Time to face the music, again." Ron intoned, bored of it all already.

Harry finished his cup, draining it to the very last precious drops left, then threw it in a bin the RoR had. "Soon, mate. Then we can throw it all off. But until then.." He trailed off, fighting back a yawn himself.

Hermione finished for him. "Then we'll present our plan and flip the damn wizarding world upside down." Hermione cackled a bit, not unlike Bellatrix. But Ron learned to never tell her that, for fear of a punch. She still hated the crazed woman for torturing her after all.

The Golden trio laughed in excitement, dark half-smiles on all their faces.

Harry opened the door to the hallway after checking the Marauder's map, leading the now picture perfect and innocent 7th years to the Great Hall for breakfast.

They had an image to maintain.