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Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, 1st Year

It didn't take long for Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger to begin reminiscing about their first year at Hogwarts in great deal once they got on board on the train back to London. It had been an eventful year, after all, with dragons and mysteries and an evil professor! Not exactly the year any of them had had planned when they got this very same train on the first of September the year earlier, but an enjoyable – if a rather stressful and scary one – nonetheless. They had found each other, after all, and friends were the best things a person could possibly have in the world.

"It really was an eventful year." Hermione summed up after Ron had finished recounting Harry's first Quidditch game in great detail for around the fourth time that year.

"Much more eventful than I'd thought it would be." Ron said. "Bloody hell it was scary! The trapdoor and the chess and the devil's snare and Quirrell and You-Know-Who! I don't think Mum will be best pleased when she finds out about it."

"I don't think my parents will be either." Hermione agreed. "I probably won't tell them about most of it."

"Hermione Granger, lying to her parents! What has the world come to, Harry?" Ron grinned.

"I don't know Ron, it's surely ending." Harry smiled back. "Hermione would never lie like that."

"Oh shut up!" Hermione said. "I'm perfectly capable of lying, as you very well know."

"Oh yeah, I'd almost forgotten about the troll with everything that had happened this year. Forgetting about a troll, how in Merlin's name did that happen?" Ron said.

"As Hermione said, it's been an eventful year. I hope next year isn't as bad." Harry said.

"It can't possibly be." Hermione assured him. "We had You-Know-Who and trolls and dragons – next year can't possibly be that bad."

"I don't know, Hermione. Harry does seem to have rotten luck when it comes to bad stuff happening. Think about it, out of all the people everything could have happened to this year, it was Harry every single time. I think that means we've got a few 'eventful' years ahead of us." Ron said.

"Don't be ridiculous." Hermione scoffed. "It can't possibly get as bad. You-Know-Who won't be able to come back now that the Stone is destroyed which means he can't start everything like he did this year. Almost everything went back to him in the end anyway, didn't it?"

"He'll try and come back another way, Dumbledore said so." Harry said.

"It's bound to be decades, I wouldn't worry." Hermione said, although she didn't seem too sure herself.

"Regardless of whether or not You-Know-Who is involved," Ron said, "next year is going to be just as eventful. And the year after that, and the year after that. You're Harry bloody Potter, mate, it's not going to be easy for you."

"Thanks Ron, that makes me feel loads better."

"Only here to help, mate."

"Well I'd bet either of you that this will be our most eventful year. It can't get worse than this." Hermione said.

"I'll take that bet!" Ron smirked. "There is no way you could possibly win that one. This is probably our tamest year. As we get older, it's only bound to increase in danger. It's the side effect of being friends with Harry Potter."

"What do you think, Harry?" Hermione asked.

"I dunno. I'd like to agree with you, Hermione, but with Voldemort still at large, stuff is bound to happen."

"So that's settled. Me and Harry against you, Hermione." Ron said matter-of-factly. "What are we betting?"

"Two galleons?" Harry suggested.

"It's got to be more than that." Hermione said. "Or the stakes aren't high enough, we'll never remember the bet if it's only a couple of galleons."

"Ten galleons then." Harry amended.

"And the loser has to publically admit to a crowd of no less than 10 people that they were wrong." Ron added.

"It's a bet." Hermione said seriously.

The three shook hands.

After the Battle of Hogwarts, technically seventh year (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows)

Ron was helping clear up the rubble in the Great Hall about 10 hours after the Battle of Hogwarts and the end of Voldemort's reign. All the able-bodied men and women who had fought in the battle (and many who hadn't) were all helping clean up the castle and getting it back to its former state. All the injured were either at St. Mungo's or being cared for by a group of volunteers and Madam Pomfrey. Hermione was one of the volunteers and Harry was speaking with various important people about various important things. Ron, as already stated, was clearing up rubble.

He was reflecting on how bad this year had been when he remembered something, quite out of the blue. He remembered, back when he was eleven, making a bet with Harry and Hermione about how 'eventful' their years at Hogwarts were going to be and whether or not their first year was going to be their worst. He had to laugh, and he did. Great, loud, almost hysterical laughs from where he was standing in the Great Hall. They really hadn't known the half of it. Even he and Harry who hadn't thought their first year would be the worst hadn't ever imagined it would get this bad. There was no way.

Ron abandoned his work and almost sprinted out of the Great Hall. Luckily, he stopped Harry coming through the Entrance Hall at that exact moment.

"Harry, you've got to come with me." He shouted as he ran towards his friend.

"What? Why? Is something wrong?" Harry asked worriedly, although he still followed Ron up what was left of the marble staircase.

"No, it was just something I remembered." Ron said as he ran.

"What was it?" Harry asked as they raced along the first floor corridor to the Hospital Wing.

"You remember our train ride home after our first year at this nuthouse?" Ron asked as they strode through the Hospital Wing's doors.

"Vaguely, why?" Harry asked.

"There's Hermione!" Ron said, spotting their other friend helping Dean Thomas who was sporting quite a few nasty looking injuries. "Oi! Hermione!"

"What is it?" She asked, turning around to face Ron and Harry, both of whom were red-faced and slightly out of breath.

"I was just thinking about how fucked-up this year was." Ron began. "And then I remembered our train ride back to London after first year. You remember? We were talking about how eventful that year was and you said it couldn't get nearly as bad in any other years."

"I did, I remember saying that." Hermione said, comprehension dawning.

"And then Harry and I said there was no way that was going to be the most dangerous year and –"

"We all made a bet." Harry finished for him.

"I hate to say it, Hermione," Ron grinned - perhaps his first proper grin since before the end of the battle. "But it looks like Harry and I won that bet."

"I suppose you did." Hermione agreed, although she looked like she was caught between being amused and being very put out.

"What did the loser have to do again, Ron?" Harry also smiled.

"I believe it was ten galleons each and then the loser had to admit they were wrong to an audience." Ron smirked.

"You can forget the galleons, Hermione, but I'd really like to see you admit you're wrong." Harry said.

"Fine." Hermione huffed, albeit only half-heartedly.

"You can stand on my bed for extra drama if you want to, Hermione." Dean piped up from his place on the bed next to where they'd been talking. He was grinning as well.

Hermione rolled her eyes but got up on the bed anyway.

"Excuse me, everyone." She called and most of the room turned to look at her. "This is completely ridiculous," she started, "but I lost a bet and one of the conditions of losing was that I had to admit I was wrong in front of an audience. So, this is just to let you know, I was wrong."

A few people didn't really care about what she said, and continued to go about whatever they were doing. All the people who had been at Hogwarts with Hermione, on the other hand, laughed.

"Happy now?" Hermione asked Harry and Ron as she got off Dean's bed.

"Very." Ron assured her.

"It was quite a good bet to make, wasn't it?" Harry grinned.

Author's note: And that's it! That's the end of 'Time to Put Your Galleons Where Your Mouth Is!'. I realised while writing this that I had never done a bet with Harry before (probably due to the fact I find him a really hard character to write), so I hope you enjoyed him in this one.

It's been two and a half years for me to finish this which is awful because it's not even that brilliant or long. But anyway, if you've got to the end of this then thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. I'd like to thank you all again for your reviews and alerts and favourites and just general support.

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