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Diagon Alley was very crowded, and the Potter gang plus two was split up. Mr. and Mrs. Potter were getting ingredients ad such o that nature. Hermione and the boys were looking at Quidditch supplies and then getting their robes re-fitted.

James, Sirius, Remus and Hermione all stood in misty-eyed wonder at the best and newest racing broom on the market; the Nimbus 1977. It was absolutely beautiful.

"How long do you think it would take us to save up for it, Jamie?" Sirius asked snapping out of the admiration inspired stupor and walking into the store.

The other three followed, "Probably by the time you cut your hair", James joked.

"So…never?" They all laughed.

The quartet all played Quidditch, but because of Remus' "furry little problem" and his unhuman strength, only Hermione, Sirius and James were on the team. James was the best chaser Hogwarts had ever see. Sirius was an amazing beater, but Hermione was a seeker like no other. She could find a snitch in a haystack.

After buying some gloves, broom varnish, etc., Hermione was bored.

"I'm just going over to the bookstore, okay?" She said quietly to Remus, who was watching the other two argue over who was going to win the Quidditch Cup.

"Do you mind if I come with?"

"Not at all, "Her cheeks flushed as she led them out of the store.

The door to the Bookstore tinkled in alert as the two walked in. Hermione walked over to the muggle literature section without a second thought, and the young werewolf followed her. He picked up the book "Gone with the Wind" by Margaret Mitchell and bean thumbing through the pages.

"Alright I'm done!" His companion announced happily with a stack of books piled in arms to the point where you almost couldn't see her nose.

"Cool," Remus said, setting the book back on the shelf where he found it.

"Aren't you going to get it?"

"No," He said, his cheeks coloring with embarrassment, "Dad only gave me enough for my supplies."

Hermione took the large book from him, set it on her stack, and walked to the checkout desk where an older lady sat with her glasses perched at the end of her nose to magnify her Witch Weekly magazine.

"Then I'll just have to buy it for you, "She dismissed and began to pull out her Gringotts card which showed that they could charge it to her family's vault.

"Mione, I couldn't do that!" He said before being shushed by his best friend.

"Nonsense", She said taking the card back from the woman, "we can trade books throughout the year and you're practically part of the family anyway. I promise you, it's not an imposition."

"Only if you're sure,"

"Yes! Now come on, we need to get back so we still have time to get some ice cream before we head home." She says waving a hand in farewell to the old woman and pushed the door open to the hustle and bustle on school shoppers, frenzied in eating the best for their children.

Unnoticed by either of the teenagers, the old woman pulled out an object quite similar looking to a muggle flashlight, and whispered into it, "The girl is still being fooled. The half-blood boy is in love with her; you can tell from his eyes. The Dark Lord can use this to advantage, Let him know immediately."