"No."
Hermione rolls her eyes, her thin arms crossed over her chest. "C'mon, Ron. We have to."
Ronald Weasley shakes his head quickly. "No. I don't want to talk to anyone asking about it."
Hermione frowns, as Harry speaks up, muttering, "Actually, I agree with Ron." He rolls his shoulders a bit. "I don't want to answer any of their questions."
The three stand at the front doorway of the Burrow, cleaner and fresher than they have been since Bill and Fleur's wedding.
She sighs, looking at her best friend and her maybe-more-than-best-friend. "You two will have to face this sooner or later. It's been a week and a half since the war." she reaches over and grab's Ron's hand, making him go redder than the ripest tomatoes in his backyard garden. "We have to do this."
Ron and Harry look at each other quickly, as if saying, "Should we?" Harry shakes his head at first, but then nods, sighing. Ron follows suit.
"Fine." the both mutter in sync.
Hermione grins, happy to finally get out of the house. She had been wanting to since a week ago, only a few days after the Second Wizarding War, where Lord Voldemort was defeated. But she had only stayed cooped up in the small, crowded house because Harry and Ron hadn't wanted to leave, in fear that they would be mauled by reporters (especially Rita Skeeter) questioning them about their travels and other things having to do what happened in the past years.
"Great." she slides her trainer on her foot. "Let's go. Maybe it won't be that bad."
But as they move toward the fireplace to floo to Diagon Alley (they had enough Apparating for a while), Hermione grimaces behind the boy's back. It's gonna be crazy.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Ms. Granger! The Golden Trio! Is it true Dumbledor set you up to go on travel for a while?"
"Mr. Potter! Is it true that Dumbledor is gay?"
"Mr. Weasley, Ms. Granger! Is it true that you two are engaged and set to marry in the Bahamas in a month?" That comment makes Ron and Hermione both go red.
"Mr. Potter! Did you really come back from the dead?"
"Is it true, Mr. Potter, that you got Ginevra Weasley pregnant last year, and she had to get an abortion?"
At this comment, Harry's anger from the interviews bubbled over. He stomps right over to the man who asked the question, and punched him, square in the jaw.
"Harry!" Hermione grabs his arm, and, with a quick look from her, Ron does the same to the other. They both attempt to hold him back as Harry struggles to make another hit.
The journalist who was punched looked up, his lip bleeding, with an almost evil grin. "I can see the headlines now." he murmurs. "'Potter Attempts To Beat Up Innocent By-Stander'."
Harry almost breaks free from his best friend's grip, but, with a sudden burst of strength, they hold him back.
"C'mon, mate." He and Hermione pull Harry into the nearest shop. "You're better than them. Let's go."
Harry turns around, glaring at the journalist, until the ice-cream shop door closes.