He's known Hermione since he was 8 actually, their first meeting involved her kicking sand in his face and calling him a doofus, cause he accidently dropped one of her books in a puddle. So even when they were younger, Harry can say Hermione has always been an evil little troll. The few times they ran into each other in their childhood, Harry could say he could truly live without, and when it came time for school and he got the Hogwarts letter when he turned 11. Whelp... honestly Hermione was the last thing on his god damn mind, but that still didn't mean that he felt like he was seriously fucked when he saw the troll on the train too.

But never had he thought he would be so grateful for her presence.

He's spent nearly 5 years avoiding being in the same house as his godfather, Siruis Black, 5 years of avoiding the multiple request's to come over, not only from his godfather, but from fucking everyone that was in Dumbledore's good graces.

That fucking old goat.

It wasn't that he didn't want to spend time with his godfather, he did, he just didn't think he could handle all the people that came with it. Team "Greater Good" was not a team he wanted to actively get involved with, a fact greatly known. To sit around that table with everyone staring at him expectantly, as the-boy-who-lived and not as Harry the 17 year old who was trying to make it through his last fucking year of school.

So when he finally gave in, he at least tried to go in with positivity falling out of his ass.

And with one condition.

"So Hermione... what are your plans for after school" Molly Weasley scrutinized the young woman from her seat down the long table.

(Ginny Weasley sat next to him, and it seems no one thougt to teach her what personal space was)

With all the nonchalance of an expert, Hermione dully looked in the older woman's direction, with an air of someone wondering why they even fucking bothered. Most likely preparing herself to say something scalding, or something that would cause Harry to most likely get a stern talking too later about making better choices on who he surrounds himself with.

(Ginny was starting to lean in far more closer than he was comfortable with)

"Molly, she's considered the brightest witch of her age, she's probably rolling in recomendations and pleas from every single department in the ministry." Sirius sent a wink in their direction "Isn't that right, kitten"

(My fucking God)

"Impeccably" there was that smugness about her, that Sirius seemed to also have, and it flowed between them ammacably. God forbid. There fucking besties now. Next thing they'll do is braid each others god damn hair, and pinky promise to keep each others secre- holy shit!

(Her hand should not be there!)

"Potter"

(He was practically sitting in Hermione's lap)

Hermione shoved him hard, and if it wasn't for his grip on the bench he would have tumbled right onto of the red head next to him.

Hermione sharply turned to him, sending him her nastiest glare (One that has sent many running, and pissing their pants) that he was immune to at this point. And sent her a pleading one, just as Ginny's hand seem to caress his thigh. Which (thank God) Hermione noticed and maybe she'll be able to -that mother fucker- Hermione's own small hand took place on the same thigh.

(That traitor)

"You alright there, Pup?"

His face was bleedin' red, and he was sure he was sure his sweater was soaked through with sweat. His 'friend' and a girl he never had a conversation with in his entire life was feeling him up under the table.

No he was not ok.

"Yeah, I'm fine" his voice went up two octaves.

Ginny made a strange noise between a strangled cat, and a squealing pig, snatching up the hand that layed on his thigh, cradling her hand to her chest, with tears in her eyes.

At the same time Hermione removed her hand, to grab her napkin, with the movement of someone who was not feeling up the person next to her. Wiped her mouth, then placed the napkin over her unfinished pale, garnering the majority of the tables attention.

"Harry will be taking me home now." She gripped his elbow pulling him up.

If he wasn't flustered before...

"Thank you, for having me" She sounded so sweet.

Lying little troll.