“Why did you barge in anyway?” asked Ginny “Did something happen with the Aurors?” she asked, concerned.

“Why is it, that every time I come to see a women, they think its because something’s happened to the Golden Boys?” I muttered irritably.

Ginny giggled. “Alright, so nothings happened with the Aurors. And I sense your having a bad day. What are you here for?” she asked.

“I need your- your- help.” I told her, shuffling my feet. She looked at me shocked. Then she smirked, uh-oh.

"Here, I’ll show you Mione." I said loudly enough for the guy to hear. I came up behind Hermione and placed my hands on her, guiding them to the gun. Heat rushed through me but I managed to keep myself under control. "Watch his face, I’ll play the game." I whispered in her ear as the buzzer rang for the contestants to start squirting. After about a minute, our light went off.

"Did you see his face?" whispered Hermione, as she watched the fuming bloke walk over grudgingly.

I bent down at her dresser and hauled open the bottom left drawer. Baggy tee shirts were piled neatly inside. I grabbed the tee on top and unfolded it. My eyes bulged as I read the words ‘Team Bulgaria : Quidditch Training Camp.’ Well, well, well, Hermione.

“I can’t.” she whined looking toward the door in the front of the bistro. “She’s late. She’s not going to show up. She hates me already. She-” Hermione faltered, eyes widening.
 
“She’s here.” I said, a little quieter then I had intended. My mother walked gracefully into the bistro. She took out her wand and sent her coat flying into the coat room. I smirked inwardly. Imagine if she had done that in a muggle restaurant.