Ron sat in a large chair in the Gryffindor common room, cool tears dripping down his cheeks and into his hands as he moped. He had been like that for quite a while, since he was alone in there. Soon, however, the reason for his sorrow came prancing through the door and right up to Ron.

“Hi Ron,” Hermoine said, her arm linked with Harry’s.

“Aw, Ronnie, what’s the maaaaatter?” Harry cooed, pinching Ron’s cheek. “Sad because I took your giiiirlfriend? Aw, poor wittle baby...”

Ron just sat there, muttering something that sounded vaguely like, “it’s not fair.”

“Ron,” Hermoine started tentatively. “We can’t be friends with you anymore.”

This caught the redhead’s attention. He pulled his face from his hands immediately to look at Harry and Hermoine with teary eyes.

“But... why?”

“You’re getting in the way of our relationship,” Hermoine said softly, leaning closer to Harry.

“Bu-bu-but Harry...” Ron reached out and clasped Harry’s hands in his. “I love you.”

Harry’s countenance softened as he saw his best friend’s desperate eyes staring up at him.

“Aw, I love you too, Ron!” Harry exclaimed. “But I love Hermoine... but I love you...” he stopped and thought for a moment before blurting, “let’s be a threesome!”

“Okay!” Ron and Hermoine exclaimed together.

Ron stood and linked his arm into Harry’s free one, and they skipped off to the door singing, “weeeeee’re off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Oz!”