The hearth was blazing with fire inside the Burrow's. Harry, Hermione, and Ron were sitting shoulder to shoulder on a sofa, a large bowl of popcorn on Hermione's lap. It was dark, save from the light of the fire and a television that stood proudly a few meters upfront. The television was Mr. Weasley's idea, although his wife never knew about it until the package came. There were some arguing and some plates thrown out of the window and Mr. Weasley had to sleep on the couch that night. Nevertheless, he had Harry help installing it a few days ago, full with the home theatre set. How much money he had spent on that, Mrs. Weasley would never know.
Now the three had their eyes set on the TV, popping popcorn into their mouths now and then. They were watching a famous movie, at least in Muggle world that is, called The Lord of The Ring. Ron wasn't interested at first, but after fifteen minutes his eyes never left the screen. Harry had heard of them once when the Dursyleys bragged about watching the premier, so he was interested a little. Hermione was very excited; she said that she met the main actor when she was in France, and even got a signed photograph.
The screen displayed the scene where Frodo, Sam, and Gollum reached the stairs near Minas Morgul. While Gollum and Sam started to climb the stair, Frodo strayed to the gate of Minas Morgul instead. Ron held his palms tight, his teeth gritted and his face looked so tense. Harry took a handful of popcorn from Hermione's bowl.
"You know," Hermione broke the tense silence, right after the gate opened and Orcs marched out, "I think Harry and Frodo are similar in a way."
Ron shshsh-ed, but Harry ignored him. "What do you mean?"
She didn't answer. Her eyes were glued to the screen.
The scene changed to Gondor and the tense atmosphere lessened. Ron dug his palm to the bowl.
"Well, now that you mention it, Frodo and Harry kinda look alike. Their faces, right?"
"Not that, Ron," Hermione said oh-so-knowingly. Harry immediately agreed; they don't look alike at all.
"Explain, then, 'Mione," demanded Ron.
"I was talking about their tendency to get attracted to danger. Frodo showed it all the time, and as long as I know Harry, he's always been like that too," explained Hermione. Harry flushed.
"No! I am not like that, I was never like that!"
"There's no need to shout, Harry. Calm down," said Hermione calmly.
"I am calm. I'm just explaining that I don't have attraction to danger. I never went to any danger willingly, mind you. It is not me finding them; it's more like they like to find me." Harry replied, emphasizing in the word 'they'. He wanted to sound convincing, but he's not too sure himself.
"Well, I am not going to argue with you. I have been your friend for ten years, Harry. I saw it first when you accepted Malfoy's duel challenge back when we were first grade." She replied back. Now the screen was somewhat abandoned.
"I, I…" Harry stuttered. He was losing the argument.
"Just admit it, Harry." Hermione said with final tone.
Harry fell silent. He couldn't admit it, yet he realized within his heart that she might have a point. For a few minutes, there was no sound except the TV and the sound of Ron crunching popcorn.
The screen then showed Frodo's close up face. Tilting his head, Ron squint his eyes to get a better look.
"I still think they look the same."
… much to annoy Harry.
"Just shut up and watch, Ron."