In which a rumour is told, Harry plots and Hermione can’t catch a break.

‘How will we be able to do that, Harry?’ Hermione asked, beginning to feel frustrated. ‘We can’t just show up on their doorsteps and think they’ll welcome us with open hands!’

‘Of course they will,’ Harry breathed, still looking pensive. ‘That’s exactly what they’ll do.’

In which Blaise visits, Milly abuses her privileges and Hermione fights back.
 
 Draco had been watching her in shock through her entire speech and he looked unsure at what he should do next. But his pride got the best of him, as it usually did. ‘Well this is my house,’ he snapped. ‘And I say you have to move because this is my hideout, not yours.’

‘Hideout?’ Hermione asked, and this time it was her who raised an eyebrow.

Draco’s pale cheeks grew pink then tried to look as menacing as possible.