Hermione walked out of the hospital room, her forehead crinkled in worry. She flew up the staircase, heading toward the Gryffindor common room when she spotted just who she was looking for. It was Harry. He was rubbing his glasses on his jacket as he stared distractedly out a window.

"Harry!" Hermione said when she reached the top of the flight of stairs.

Harry shook his head and looked in her direction, screwing his eyes in strained focus.

"Hermione? Is that you?" He asked, putting on his glasses and sighing with relief, "Oh good. Can't tell you from a lopsided troll without these on."

"I'm not sure how I'm supposed to take that, but alright," Hermione said, crossing her arms, "We need to talk about Ginny."

He crinkled his brow. She knew any mention of her would be taken seriously.

"What is it?"

"She knows about the lantern. Well, rather, she asked about it."

"And did you tell her?" Harry asked, stepping forward.

"You know I didn't. That I couldn't. But Urquhart let something slip during the game, right after he ran into her."

"You mean attacked her?"

"Look, he's been suspended. He's not our problem right now. This is about Malfoy. You can be sure he said something to him."

Harry took Hermione's hand and led her outside to a small balcony where they would not be overheard.

"We've been lying to everybody saying that we're off in the restricted section to learn more about that veil," Harry whispered, "But it's not like it even matters with how far we've gotten with this Horcrux business. You think Draco has somehow found out?"

Hermione bit her lip and shook her head, "Who's to say anymore, Harry? They're onto us, we can't deny it."

Harry was silent for a long moment. He dropped his head and said in a small voice, "I saw you in the hospital, you know. With Ginny. You really care about her, don't you?"

Hermione blushed warmly, "Harry, I know how you feel about her. I- I just. We just-"

"No. It's okay. I see it in her eyes as well. It's good this way, you know, good for her."

Hermione said nothing, wiping a tear from a corner of her eye. Harry coughed awkwardly and clapped his hands together.

"Right. Well, I see that the lantern's been outed. I have a hunch about Draco and I think I know who's going to help."

"Who?" Hermione asked.

"A Slytherin, of course," Harry whispered before turning around, disappearing down the hall.