CHAPTER ONE-THE LOVE LETTER
Dear Hermione,
I've known you for so long and I've finally found the courage to let you know how I feel about you. I am madly, truly, and deeply in love with you, and I have been for the longest time. The first day that I met you was in our first year when we were riding the Hogwarts Express. That day was the day that my feelings for you were sparked. You were so innocent looking and your golden-brown hair was glistening in the sunlight shining through the window of the train and you looked spectacular, like a 10 year old version of a supermodel. It was bloody wicked. My feelings for you have grown gradually but surely. When we were in our fourth year, you went to the Yule Ball with Victor Krum. I was left feeling awkward; I mean there was no way that I could compete with a buffed out older man. Possibly not a man because I've heard rumors that years of riding on a broomstick can fix that! Pun intended. But still, in our first year at Hogwarts you were at a disadvantage because you were muggle born and had just recently learned about the wizarding world. But much to everyone's surprise you quickly got over the prejudice that was so unfairly placed upon your delicate shoulders and studied so much that you became the cleverest witch of our year. I fell for you even more when you overcame that obstacle. But you did much more; you are polite to everyone even if you're having trouble. When you took so many classes that no one knew how you got everywhere in our third year you still took the time to help Hagrid with his case for the support of the hippogriff Buckbeak. Well, enough with the remembrancing, you have grown so much since the time that I first met you. Well, you've grown both physically (blush, blush) as well as mentally. I can hardly stand to look at you without wanting to be next to you all of the time. You're everything that I could ever want in a woman. First off, you are a Gryffindor which means that you're brave and willing to experiment with new things, you're beautiful, and you're intelligent. Even though I had enough courage to write you this letter I definitely can't make the first move. There are more than enough clues to know who wrote this and if you indeed do like me back, I beg you please make the first move and I promise I will willingly accept.
Love always,
Really Obsessed Nuisance
As Hermione put the letter down a smile slowly formed on her face. "It could only be Harry." She whispered aloud to herself.
"What was that?" Lavender asked her. Hermione looked around the room and as she was doing so she remembered that she had been in her dormitory with her roommates before she received the letter. She had been lying on her bed day dreaming about Harry. The dream was an erotic fantasy that involved her and Harry and Johnny Depp (because who can leave out Johnny Depp when an erotic fantasy was going on?). An owl, slightly smaller than Ron's owl Pigwidgeon had flown through the open window carrying a letter twice its size. She had had to duck out of the way in order for it not to hit her full in the face. As she reread the letter for the fifth time her mind immediately flickered to thoughts of Harry. Again she considered that the only person that had known her fairly well for that long (since first year) was Harry. Secretly she was incredibly pleased that Harry had (possibly) sent her a love letter, but she dared not show her feelings so expressively in front of the other girls. She was about to let herself go in spite of the people surrounding her and fling herself onto her bed and start yelling in thanks to the lord when Lavender and Parvati spoke to her bringing her back into reality.
"Who's that from? Ohh, I bet that it's from a boy, isn't it? Oh, know I know it is because you started to blush when I said that!" Lavender blurted out to the much embarrassed Hermione.
Parvati, waiting for Lavender to finish with her outburst began, "May I read that letter, because if is it is from a secret admirer then I bet you anything I can figure out who it's from."
"I guess so, I mean I think that it's OK if you read it, I mean it is fine with me." Hermione said quietly. She was used to getting attention. In all of her classes she was the only one that ever answered any of the questions. Well, except for her herbology, Neville was the only other one that answered the questions in that class. It wasn't that other people didn't know the answers; it's just that they knew that Hermione enjoyed giving explanations and they always felt weird doing it whenever she was around. So, she was definitely used to the attention, but she'd never really gotten attention from any of the girls. Both of her best friends were boys (and one of them an extremely HOT boy) so she was better at interacting with the male types than the girl types. So when Lavender and Parvati began bombarding her with questions she felt a little out of place. She was happy when she handed them the letter because then their attention was off of her and onto the letter. Their eyes began zooming across the page and by the time that they had finished reading they were both laughing and had beaming smiles on their faces.
"Wow! Somebody totally likes you Hermione." Lavender said.
"Duh! Like how stupid can a person get? Obviously someone likes her, I mean how many other ways can somebody interpret the words 'I'm deeply, madly, and truly in love with you.' I mean come on." Parvati spat at Lavender. At this, Lavender turned away and her face looked as if she were about to burst into tears.
"I'm sorry. I just wish that someone would write me something like this. It's so romantic. I mean it is kind of sappy for a guy to have written but that just means that he has a feminine side to him, and that's a good quality for guys to have." Lavender spoke directly to Hermione this time so as to avoid Parvati and her criticism. Parvati got up to leave and right as she opened the door she turned around, gave a meaningful place at Hermione and said casually "Oh, by the way, that letter is so from Harry, all the signs point to him. But, I gotta get going because I'm starving and breakfast is almost over."
"I'll come with you, I hope that they are serving something low-fat today, my robes have been getting a little tighter on me lately, and I think that it's from all the rich food that they have been feeding us. Don't stay forever in here, poring over that letter, come down and join us for a while." Lavender said this to Hermione. Hermione had just been sitting on her bed smiling at the bed. She looked over at Lavender and told her that she's be down in a few minutes and that she just wanted to fix her hair. As soon as Lavender and Parvati left the room though, Lavender pounced on Parvati.
"Why on earth did you tell her that Harry was the one that wrote her that letter? It was so obviously Ron I mean the signature had the initials R.O.N! Harry doesn't even like her, does he?
"Of course he does, have you seen the way that he looks at her. Teenage boys only give girls that they like that look. And anyways I know that Ron wrote the letter but you like him so I was saving you a heart break. When Harry and Hermione start going out, Ron will be crushed and then he will try to find someone to console and guess who will be there with a shoulder to cry on? You will, that's who! Everybody will happy. Now drop it, Hermione's coming." Her and Lavender then put on fake smiles and waved Hermione over to sit and talk with them.
Harry was sitting at his desk dozing off. Occasionally he would nod his head and pretend to be listening. Ron Weasley (his best friend) was reading to him his essay on the significance of pig's bones in the potion for getting rid of hangovers. Consequently, this potion would be of great use for both of them later on in the year.
"Are you even listening to me?" Ron pestered Harry.
"Umm…yeah...that sounds great to me…you're doing really good Ron…" he said in the sleepiest voice possible.
"Oh bother----I don't even know why I try! Harry you have to wake up, we have potions class in half an hour and you don't even have any of your essay written!" he said. At this Harry woke up and said in a matter of a fact voice, "Yes, I do have it written, while everybody was asleep last night, I snuck into Hermione's dormitory and copied her essay. Mind you I did change the words a bit so that neither she nor Snape will notice anything. Although Snape, that slimy little git, he's probably going to give me a D, cause I have gotten all of the facts right and I usually fail at his class. I was really surprised when I got an Outstanding on my potions O.W.L! "Harry retorted. He hadn't meant to say anything about his potions grade, but it had just slipped out.
"Oh My Gosh! That's amazing. I mean it really is. No offense man, but you usually suck at potions, how the hell did you pull that off? I didn't even get that high and Snape hates you more than anyone that I know!" Dean gave this short speech, a little surprised at what he was saying. But, when all of the other boys in the dormitory began to nod their heads in agreement he looked at Harry with a look that said 'Well, come on, out with it.'
"To tell you the truth, I think I only did well because
a) Snape wasn't in the testing room when the practical exam was going on, and
b) Sirius was still alive and I though that I was going to live with him this summer. I truly believed that I was." As soon as he said this, he turned away from the other boys so that they couldn't see how much pain he was in. He had stopped having nightmares about his godfather's death but now he couldn't help but remembering…
It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall.
His body arced in a graceful arc as
he sank backward through the ragged
veil hanging from the arch…
And Harry saw the look of mingled
fear and surprise on his godfather's
wasted, once handsome face as he
fell through the ancient doorway and
disappeared behind the veil, which
fluttered for a moment as though in
a high wind and then fell back
into place…
As the picture of Sirius's death entered Harry's mind for what seemed the thousandth time, he couldn't stop the tears from streaming silently down his cheeks. Ron, noticing that his friend was in obvious pain, tried to show the other boys out of the dormitory, in order to save Harry the embarrassment of being caught crying.
"Are you all right? I made the other boys leave and don't worry, they won't be back for a while. Do you want anything; I mean something that I am capable of accomplishing?" Ron questioned quietly. While walking over to Harry he began speaking in a soothing sort of voice. "If you're fine with Sirius then what else is bothering you? Something has been eating away at you for weeks now. I know it's not your grades, you lucky bastard, because you got a perfect score on everything, well 'cept for Divination, but we were bound to fail that one anyway. Man, I'd be bloody jumping for joy right now if I had gotten the grades that you got, well I did get basically the same grades as you except for transfiguration, I got an E instead of an O. My mum is so bloody worried that she sends me a letter every damn week to make sure that I am keeping up. But then again you probably noticed the owls." Ron said in an offhand voice. Harry had indeed noticed the weekly owls and was thoroughly tempted to send Mrs. Weasley an owl herself asking her to stop sending owls because they liked to leave 'presents' all over their dormitory. After thinking about it though he realized that she was only doing it out of love and so he refrained from sending the owl, although every week when Errol came by he regretted not sending the letter. Harry bit his lip as he sat on his bed. He knew exactly what was bothering him. He had debated plenty of times whether or not to tell Ron about Dumbledore's prophecy (well, rather the one that Dumbledore heard), but in the end he came to the conclusion that it would be too much for Ron to handle. Ron noting Harry's obvious dislike in the direction that the conversation was heading changed the topic.
"Umm…so breakfast if almost over and I'm so bloody hungry. We have about 20 minutes before we have to head down to the dungeons. I think we have just enough time to swing by the great hall, pick up a little snack, come back here to grab our essays, and make it just in time for class to start. Do you want me to grab you anything to eat while I'm down there or you going to join me?" Ron asked politely hoping to avoid the explosions that were so frequent with Harry last year.
"I'm fine, but I wouldn't mind getting a bagel. I know that my eyes are bloodshot from crying", Harry felt horrible admitting this to Ron even though he knew that Ron had seen him crying, "so would you like to get me one when you're down there?" As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt so pathetic. Here he was, crying, over some guy that he had met only two years ago, and had barely known. And to make matters all the better, they had met under the circumstances in which Harry had been certain that Sirius Black was trying to kill him. But, how could he think of Sirius that way, Sirius, who had been like a father to him? But Harry didn't want to tread in these dangerous waters so he thought about how hungry he was. He really wanted that bagel, but he was tired, sad, and didn't want Hermione to see him when he looked horrible. Ron, noticing the melancholy look in his friends' eye crept quietly out of the room so as not to disturb his friend. Before Ron had even closed the door of their room Harry had fallen fast asleep.
Once Ron was out of the dormitory he didn't bother being quiet. When he reached the common room, he found Hermione knitting on one of the chairs in front of the fire. As Ron walked toward her he couldn't stop his heart from beating faster. She looked even more beautiful than ever. The roaring fire was illuminating her gentle features making an effect that pleased Ron greatly. When Ron was almost at her chair, she lifted up her face and gave him a look of surprise, "Ron, what are you staring at, I thought that my knitting had gotten better. My parents agree with me when I told them all about S.P.E.W, and they firmly believe alongside me that it should be against the law to enslave house-elves. Hey, where's Harry, shouldn't he be finishing his essay, or at least getting ready for Snape's class?" Hermione asked this all in about one breath which Ron found fascinating. Actually he found everything about her fascinating except for the fact that she was still trying to get people to join S.P.E.W.
"He's upstairs, he wasn't feeling to well so I offered to go down to the great hall and get him a bagel before we have to go to the dungeons. Would you like to join me, Harry didn't specify which kind of bagel he would like and you seem to know all of those little quirky things about Harry that I don't even know how you remember." At this Hermione started blushing, anything that Harry had ever said to her, she had stored away in her brain for future reference.
"Well, I do know him better like that, so I would be happy to join you and I am quite hungry. So, let's go shall we?" Hermione took Ron's arm and started leading him towards the door. She didn't even know why she was flirting with Ron after all she did like Harry. She hoped Ron wouldn't think much into it although she had a sneaking suspicion that he liked her. During classes she caught him staring at her, and he always blushed whenever they spoke. Many people in the dormitory stared as they walked out of the room arm in arm. Dean and Seamus were gaping open mouthed at them and as they walked out of the room Ron could have sworn he heard Dean telling Seamus, "Man, when did he hook up with her? Do you remember what she looked like fourth year at the Yule Ball? She was looking good, I wouldn't mind hooking up with her. Though, I think Harry's got his eye on her, so I don't really stand a chance! Oops, I don't think I was supposed to say that with Hermione so close." At these words both Ron and Hermione started blushing. Ron was blushing because people thought that he and Hermione were dating, but he was a little confused to find that Harry liked Hermione, why hadn't he told him? Because you would get really jealous and you might get into a fight with him over Hermione if you knew, a small voice said in the back of his head. Hermione, on the other hand was delighted to find that Harry did like her. She resolved to consult Lavender about how to talk to Harry about how she felt. So, when she and Ron walked into the great hall they did indeed look like they were dating because they were arm in arm and both of them had flushed beaming faces, though neither of them noticed because they were both daydreaming about other people.
"Well, Harry likes cinnamon bagels, but from what I remember he dislikes cream cheese, so if we want, we could toast it and put some butter on it so that he's not eating a plain bagel. I have a feeling that we are all going to need our strength for Snape's class. I just know that he's cooked up something especially hard for our class. I was so excited when I found out that all three of us made it into Snape's N.E.W.T class. I was really surprised at Harry, I mean you don't think he cheated or anything do you? No, of course not, what am I thinking? Oh, well, RON…. what are you doing, I told you that Harry hates cream-cheese so why are you spreading it all over his bagel?" Hermione practically yelled this at Ron, making heads turn all along the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw tables.
"This is my bagel Hermione, contrary to popular belief I do eat, and if you had even looked you would have noticed that Harry's bagel is toasting right now like you told me to do. Geez, freak out why don't ya, but if you're going to please don't do it here cause people are staring at us!" Ron said this and looked around as if to say 'Well, what are you staring at, there's nothing to see here', seeing the look on Ron's face was enough to make people go back to chatting with their friends and eating their food.
"That's fine and dandy but I just want Harry to have his strength, he's been a little off color lately and I really want to know what's been bothering him. I think he'll come round eventually and tell us what's up, but for now I think we should just leave him be." Hermione said this with no sign that she noticed that Ron had gotten his feelings hurt and stayed dreaming about Harry.
"Aren't you even going to apologize to me, you yelled at me in front of all these people and now you're just spacing out on me! Mione, are you OK, you're not on any kind of drug are you?" As Ron said the latter he lowered his voice so that no one could hear him.
"Of course not, don't be silly. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you, it's just that I'm really worried about Harry, but then again so are you. Do you forgive me?" Hermione said this in a sincere voice but Ron could tell that she really did have her mind on other things.
"What kind of ass do you take me for, of course I forgive you. We should hurry up though otherwise we'll be late for class. Bloody hell, do you know what time it is?" As Ron looked around while buttering Harry's bagel he didn't see any kids left in the great hall, although there were a few stragglers staggering out into the hallway. While he and Hermione had been arguing, apparently the bell had rang signaling to get ready for class, and everybody had already left.
"Oh My Gosh! We're going to be late for potions class, and we still need to get our essays, give Harry his food, and wake him up!" Hermione was already running for the door as she said this. Her long hair was blowing behind her, and Ron stood their for a minute just staring at her when he suddenly realized why she was running, grabbed his and Harry's food, and dashed after her. When they reached the common room, Ron and Hermione parted ways and went into their own dormitories.
Ron blew through the door and immediately regretted this because Harry was fast asleep. He was sleeping so peacefully that Ron decided not to wake him up even though class was due to start in about 5 minutes. He searched for Harry's essay and found it lying under a picture of Hermione in his trunk. In the picture she was wearing a small pink bikini. From the look on her face, although she was smiling, you could tell that the picture had been a surprise to her. She was really tan and the tan accentuated her perfectly flat stomach. She was also wearing matching pink flip flops, and there was a beautiful view of the beach behind her. She was running carelessly onto the sandy white beach and her long brown-golden hair was highlighted from the sun and blowing behind her. The waters were the clearest blue and made her look all the more dazzling when contrasted against them. Even though the scenery was gorgeous Ron was much more interested in looking at Hermione. Ron picked up Harry's essay and his own and left with four minutes left till Snape would give Ron a detention for showing up late for class. As he arrived in the dungeon familiar faces were also filing into the dungeon. Because Harry wasn't there Ron decided to sit next to Hermione. When he glanced at her he saw her smile and his mind flickered back to the picture that he just saw of her. The last thought that entered his mind before class started was 'Why does Harry have a picture of Hermione like that? Does she even know about it?'
"Geez that was a great class to bring us back into the scheme of school again. I mean the first day of school he gives us an essay due a month after it's assigned, but now that we've turned that in, Snape feels as though we can average an essay a week!" Dean stammered, barely able to contain himself. Apparently Snape had given them another essay even though they had just turned one in.
"But you have to admit that last essay was pretty cool, I mean what teacher would make you research a potion that gets rid of hangovers. I guess he figures that since we're 16 we're bound to drink at least once this year, and maybe he wanted to help at least a little. Come on are you guys telling me that you're not going to drink at all this year?" Ron had said this because everyone was looking at him with goody-two-shoes looks. "I know that you are not all that good. My mom knew that this was the year that most people are introduced to drinking and told me not to drink, but aren't parents supposed to say that? Well, Fred and George saw me off at the platform this year and before I loaded the train they filled my trunk with firewhiskey. Apparently their business has been booming so they thought they'd treat me. It's been hell this year trying to not let anybody smell it on me. I had to wash my robes at least 3 times before the smell finally wore off. I think that on the train one of the bottles spilled on my robes and that's why it took so long to get the damn smell out. Fred and George said that this year is the best time to drink. Any younger and it would've been unhealthy to drink and next year we take the N.E.W.T's!" Ron said this while staring at the other guys as if not believing that they were refusing alcohol. Harry finally woke up and the first thing he did was look at the clock.
"Bloody hell, I missed class. I bet Snape was livid!" Looking around the room, he saw the boys staring at him with weird expressions as though they had just noticed that he was there. "So what did I miss? It was probably all shit anyway, so I don't really care. Although, I hope Snape accepts my essay even though it's late. You do think he'll take don't you?" Harry asked this to Ron as if Ron had the power to make Snape accept late essays.
"Of course he'll take it. I mean what the hell am I saying, I already turned it in for you and believe you me he was quite suspicious. That is, even more suspicious than usual. I told him that you weren't feeling too well and that's why you weren't attending class. Hermione flipped out though, she started freaking because she thought you were sick. Honestly that woman has nothing better to do than freak out over smallest little things. I mean you aren'tweren't even sick. I hope you don't mind me telling a little white lie on your behalf, right?" Ron innocently responded.
"Well of course I don't mind you lying to Snape, but he's going to think that I was being even lazier than usual." said Harry.
"Are you coming to Charms? I daresay Flitwick will let you off, although right now we're reviewing. Remember last week he told us that he wants the charms fresh in our mind so that we can learn new ones. These new ones that we are learning are based off the old ones so we have to have those ones down. Today wouldn't be a very good class to miss Harry, I think you should come." Ron said.
"Yeah, I know, I'm definitely coming to class anyway because if I know Hermione half as well as I think I do, she'll yell at me if I miss more than one class in a day. I feel a lot better anyway now that I got sleep and don't have to face the prospect of being in Snape's presence for an hour and a half. Yeah, that just made my day!" Harry said.
"Speaking of Hermionewhy do you have…never mind…" Ron interrupted. He was about to ask Harry about the picture he had of Hermione but then thought better of it and kept his mouth shut.
"What was that you were saying? Oh well, oh…damn, class starts in 45 minutes, huh? Do you still have that bagel I asked you for earlier, before Snape's class? If you do have it then could I have it please cause man am I starving. I just realized, I haven't eaten since 7 last night." Harry was rambling.
"Well, yeah, I do still have the bagel. And if you had even bothered to look you would've seen that it's been sitting on your bed stand the whole time. I'm sorry, I don't mean to sound so irritable but our stupid potions class killed me. Snape's out to get me. Since you weren't there he decided to vent his bottled anger out on me. It was so horrible, we were making some retarded potion and anyway it was supposed to be pink and thick. Guess what my potion looked like?" Ron asked. Without even waiting for Harry to make a guess, he answered. "It was green and runny. You can't even imagine how the entire class laughed at me. I was sitting next to Hermione and I still failed. God, I hate that man with a passion!" As Ron was ranting Harry was being silently pleased with himself that he fell asleep and missed an obviously repulsive class.
"Well, that sucks, but what about my bagel?" Harry asked this completely ignorant to the fact that he was being rude.
"Again, it's sitting on your bed stand and I wouldn't eat it cause it might be stale. It's been there for more than an hour. But if you do eat it and get sick, remember you can't blame me because I advised you not to."
"Yeah, yeah, I won't eat it so you don't have to worry. I'm just so bloody hungry that I could eat about anything except maybe bouillabaisse. That stuff tastes just like it looks, disgusting. You know we could always just go down to the kitchens and get the house-elves to feed us. I'm almost positive they won't mind. Come to think of it, I haven't seen Dobby or Winky in a while. Ron, are you up for that mate?" Harry had been mumbling to himself but then he remembered that he had been talking to Ron.
"Sure, those éclairs are so good, and for some reason I'm craving some butter beer." Ron agreed to go.
"It's settled then, let's go!" Harry decided. They both got up and left. The other boys were at a compete loss as to what just took place. As soon as Ron and Harry left the dormitory they sprinted all the way to the kitchens laughing and not knowing why.
Hermione was sitting on Lavender's bed chatting about how she should go about confronting Harry about the love letter that he had so obviously sent to her.
"I just don't know how to make the first move" Hermione said thoughtfully, "I mean, I don't want to seem to forward or to aggressive, but if I don't do much then Harry might not think that I like him as much as I do. Or worse he might think I'm prude!" She added the latter as an afterthought. Hermione started to beat her fists onto the bed as she was becoming more and more anxious about her soon to be confrontation with Harry. "I mean it would help so much if he wasn't good-looking, then I wouldn't get so nervous around him. Now that Professor Umbridge is gone, ohh that stupid woman I can't believe that Dumbledore actually rescued her…." Hermione's voice became softer as she began muttering incoherently about how much she hated Dolores Umbridge. "Where was I?" Hermione had obviously realized what she had been doing as she gazed onto Lavender's now puzzled face. "Oh yeah, well now that Harry's back on the Quidditch team he's gotten in shape again and oh does he look delicious. The other day when I was in the common room he came back from practice and was soaking wet so he was stripping on his way to the showers and he's got a six pack and he's all muscle. I can't stand looking at him because I have to restrain myself from jumping him. It's because I'm so good at potions that I can handle being so close to him all of the time."
"What's that supposed to mean? What do potions have anything to do with Harry? Doesn't he like totally suck at potions? Oh, when we got our exam results over the summer my mom got kind off ticked off at me because I only got an E in potions. So now I can't do potions anymore, but it's not like I really wanted to anyway. I mean we all know what Snape is like; he's an ass that favors Malfoy over everybody else. I bet you that he's the only one that could have gotten an O that did, besides you of course." Lavender said this because she didn't want Hermione to think that she thought little of her. Hermione's brain was all in a jumble as she tried to figure out all of the answers to the many questions that she was just asked.
"Firstly, I use a calming drought right before I see Harry so that I don't get like this when I'm around him." She pointed at herself and Lavender could see why she needed a calming drought before she saw Harry. She was only talking about him and she was breathing heavily, jumpy and her hair was in a messy bun on the top of her head. She didn't look at all like she usually did. "Sadly, Harry does suck at potions but surprisingly enough he got an O on his potions O.W.L, so Malfoy wasn't the only one to get an O either. But that wasn't what we were talking about, were we? Oh, I still don't know what to do! And I have to answer the love letter some how otherwise he might just give up hope on me won't he?" She asked Lavender as though she could figure out an answer for her crisis in seconds. Lavender and Hermione sat uninterrupted thinking for a few minutes. All of a sudden Lavender started speaking as though unsure of what she was saying.
"Umm…well…you could…no that's stupid…never mind " Lavender muttered this very fast and looked as though she wished she hadn't started saying anything at all. But despite this Hermione pounced on her to make her spill what she was going to say.
"Oh come on tell me what you were thinking…even if it sounds stupid to you, I'm probably going to like it, I mean it's me. I'm so desperate, please." As she said please she did a puppy dog pout and looked so helpless that Lavender decided to tell Hermione her idea. She leaned across the bed and began whispering the idea into her ear. She didn't even know why she was whispering but she was doing it all the same. She began to smile as she elaborated the idea and saw that Hermione was nodding and smiling herself.
"Yeah, I think I'll do that." Hermione said as she faced Lavender.