"No, Harry!" admonished Hermione as Professor McGonagall dismissed them, "I don't care what Malfoy's done to you. If you go through with this, you'd just be stooping to his level."
"But it's going to be funny," interjected Ron.
Hermione stood, hoisted her bag up onto her shoulder, and shot Ron a withering glare before turning back to Harry.
"If any of the teachers find out, you know you'll be in big trouble. Malfoy won't hesitate to tell Snape."
Harry gathered up his notes carefully, sliding them into the front of his transfiguration book. He paused as though considering his words.
"I…. I really don't care anymore, Hermione. I've had enough. Even if I get a hundred points docked from Gryffindor, I'd still think it worth the trouble. 'Sides… deep, deep down, you're dying to see what we've got planned." Harry grinned.
Hermione rolled her eyes, mildly annoyed.
Ron patted her shoulder, his smile growing wider. "There, there, 'mione."
She shook her head in resignation. "Fine… But I'm warning you. The teachers will find out, and when they do, there'll be hell to pay."
"We know," they said together.
She sighed.
"Well, I need to go see Professor McGonagall about last lesson's work. I'm still a little unsure about it. See you both at dinner!" And with that, she turned and walked from the class, her mind now occupied with the complicated transfiguration models she had read about the night before.