Every Saturday evening at 5:00 PM, Harry and Hermione have met up at Sky's Pastries for the past six years. Even when one of them is sick, they meet up. And anyway, in the wizard in world a cold can be cured in seconds.
Today was no different.
They met up, talked about life, and they were about to start packing up when Harry interrupted.
"Oh yeah, I forgot to mention-.. Look Hermione, you are the only one of of all my friends who I can trust to keep a gossip-style secret, so bear with me okay."
Hermione was in as soon as he had said 'only one'. She nodded.
He glanced around and looked at the other customers.
"Can we go somewhere more.. privet?"
"Wow, did you kiss Umbitc- I mean Umbridge or something?"
"No but you know the press. Witch Weekly is likely going to send hoards or angry witches because the boy who lived is- never mind, and the Prophet is likely going to spin the story so much that I look like I cursed someone."
"Hmmm, well, if they do, they will have an angry Hermione on their hands."
Harry felt a shiver go down his spine as he remembered the one time he spilled ink on a book he borrowed from Hermione.
"Okay, well how does lunch sound tomorrow?" Hermione said, after mentally checking her schedule.
"Great, and don't forget to take a shower. Sometimes Bugs can be rather pesky."
"Right at you Harry. See you later."
Hermione almost ran back home in the rush to get home. The instant she had closed the door, she started figuring out why Harry needed privacy. She sighed, knowing that with Harry, she would find every possibility and his problem would be impossible.
She guessed she would find out tomorrow.
A/N: Right you lot, before you start throwing potatoes at me, I'm just gonna say it's 1:35 AM here, and if I continue any longer, the story'll be more like that one fanfic that's considered the worst fanfic ever written that I can't remember the name of because I'm exausted. I will make one or two more chapters, but if I don't post this now I won't remember in the morning. Night Night, Morning or Good afternoon (Depending on what time your reading this), and I'm off to bed. Actually, I'm IN bed, but you get my point.