Harry sat up in bed, his wand illuminating the features of his face as he held it a few inches under his chin. His glasses gleamed as moonlight diminished some of the darkness of September nights. Ron, next to Harry in his own bed, was also sitting up. His red hair looking dull as he stared at his best mate. Harry looked down at his toes, knees pulled to his chest.

"Can I tell you something?" Hermione questioned. It was 3 AM, and she had snuck into Harry's bed. Ron nodded, and so did Harry. "I tricked the sorting hat." Her voice was like smooth butter in the silent night, and Ron got up. Creeping to Harry's bed silently. Harry smiled and gave a soft laugh. "It feels like one big sleepover, sleeping in the same bed, sneaking around, telling jokes." Hermione cut his next sentence with a weak glare.

"I think she's serious." Ron said, obviously surprised. Harry froze, "Me too... Uh, with the sorting hat..." He slipped, words tumbling out of his mouth awkwardly before he could stop himself.

"W-What?!" Hermione stammered, it was her turn to be surprised. Harry blushed, his cheeks darkening in the dim lighting the trio shared. "I was suppose to be in Slytherin. The hat said I'd do good things in that house." Harry admitted shyly.

"Hufflepuff." Hermione told them, a weak shrug justifying their small gapes. "I would have guessed Ravenclaw!" Harry exclaimed, then getting Ron's finger stuffed in his face as he shushed him. Harry, giving a small smile, stuck his tongue in between his lips. Licking Ron's finger, Ron tried not to laugh as he pulled his finger away.

Hermione, however, giggled. Hand over her mouth to muffle it and try to hide her smile.

"I wasn't suppose to be Gryffindor. The hat said I'd be better in a different house, I didn't get to hear it as I begged it to let me go into Gryffindor." Ron's finger dragged against his leg as he wiped off Harry's saliva. "Ever think what we'd be like... if we were sorted there?" Harry's question hung in the air like cheap perfume. Heavily layered on as it remained unanswered.

Finally, Hermione cleared her throat. "I think we'd remain friends. Differently, but friends." Ron nodded mutely. "Screw it, house unity is lit?" Ron's statement ended questionably, the wizard unsure if he had used the term correctly. Harry smirked and nudged him, "House unity?" Hermione finished his speech. "Is lit?" The two rolled their eyes playfully as Ron turned the color of his hair.

"You two are lucky I love you." He muttered, not remembering how close they were and how he couldn't mutter correctly. "We love you too." Harry told Ron, Hermione pulling them close to her to kiss their cheeks. "Muah." Harry mocked playfully, Ron smacking a large kiss on his forehead. The red head then ruffled Hermione's and Harry's hair.

"What are we gonna do tomorrow? I heard there's a big speech Dumbledore's giving us." Hermione mused as Harry laid down. Ron curled up to his side automatically, and Hermione let herself lay next to him. Her arm spreading over Harry's chest and reaching Ron. Harry put both of his arms around their waists, "Probably telling us to respect each other and reunite houses." Ron dismissed further curiosity from Hermione.

"Imagine a resorting." Harry commented, the three stopping for a moment. "Imagine me in Ravenclaw." Ron added, the group regaining sleepy smiles. "If you were resorted into Ravenclaw, I'll put glitter on my face and kiss Malfoy." Ron's nose wrinkled.

"Harry, all because I could be in a smart house, didn't mean you need to torture yourself." Hermione huffed in amusement, grinning at her boys.

"Well, don't go into Ravenclaw then." Harry remarked.

"You two realize this is all hypothetical?" Hermione reminded them softly. Ron gaping for a moment before shutting his mouth.

"Right..."

Harry nudged Ron. "As if we'd ever be resorted." The other two nodded, limbs beginning to tangle with the group.

"Goodnight." Ron yawned, Harry snuggles up to a body. "Night." He replies.

"Harry, your leg is kneeing me in the crotch." Hermione mentioned casually. Harry moved, rustling the blankets.

"Sorry."

"Night."

"Goodnight."

"Night boys."