The library was closed and Hermione was in hell. Whose bright idea was it to let first years into the library with their wands? It was only a matter of time before one of them would go and blow the place up. And now the library would be closed for the better part of a week.

"What's the matter, Granger? You look like you lost your security blanket," George commented as he wandered past. The person who let the first years have wands must have been the same person who appointed George Weasley as Charms professor during Hermione's belated seventh year.

Hermione pointed to the 'Closed for Repairs' sign on the library door and broke down in tears. George put his arm around her shoulder, holding in a chuckle with great difficulty.

"It's okay, I've got the answers to all the tests."

Hermione pulled out of George's embrace and punched him on the arm.

"You're despicable!" she spat and stormed away.

"You know you love me!" George called out after her.

"You wish!" Hermione yelled back.

"Yeah, I do," George said to himself and then went to see McGonagall to find if there was a way to speed up the repairs.