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Ginny couldn't believe how thick they were.
After all, she mused, lying on her bed in the room she shared with Hermione at 12 Grimmauld Place, it's not as if it takes a great amount of perspicacity to figure it out.
It was three AM. Hermione had disappeared sometime after one, after checking to be certain that Ginny was (pretending to be) asleep.
She had done the same thing every night since Harry had arrived three weeks ago, did she honestly think Ginny wouldn't notice?
It seemed, of course, rather obvious, anyway.
The Trio.
Ginny rolled over and pulled her pillow over her head.
I am in the next room, she thought pointedly. They could at least attempt to keep it quiet in there.
Hearing muffled, Ginny attempted to drift back into sleep.
She should have expected it. Solidarity was Hermione, Ron, and Harry's trademark.
But honestly…they could make a little less noise.
Ginny pressed her pillow to her ears and stifled a grin.
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