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July 10th-Grimmauld Place 10:00pm

Sorry about that, Marge. Ugg that's Harry's balloon-like Aunt's name, can't use that! Anyway, Mrs. Weasley wasn't very happy with me when she discovered that I hexed Percy. I'm guessing the hex wore off somewhat because Percy was able to force out enough words to his mother about my "unprovoked" attack on him. In my defense the hex was pretty harmless. And he did deserve it. I pointed out to Mrs. Weasley that it was better to have hexed him the way I did instead of carrying out my previous threat of shoving foreign objects down his throat and up his arse. She wasn't impressed. So, I got stuck with cleaning one of the upstairs bathrooms that was home to a rather grumpy ghoul.

I suppose I should explain what I did to deserve such a harsh punishment. You see, Percy was singing again. And just like that last time he wouldn't shut up. But, I guess I should warn you now, Morgan, this entry will be somewhat sad. You see, I had to explain to everyone where I learned the hex that I used on Percy. And well...you'll see as I tell you the story.

I had just dejectedly made my way into the (safe, thank Merlin) living room where, Harry, Ron, Ginny, Bill, Charlie and the twins were sitting. (There are far too many people in this house!!) Grumbling, I sat next to Fred on the love seat.

"Why won't he stop?" I moaned.

"Cause he's a prat, Hermione." Fred told me, clearly amused.

"I even threatened him with bodily harm again! But he said I was too much of a swot to try anything."

"Percy call you a swot!!" Laughed Charlie. "Talk about the pot calling the kettle black!"

I scowled at him. "I swear, if I could just use magic outside of school, oh he'd regret not shutting up!" I said heatedly.

I saw everyone cringe slightly, wondering what on earth I'd do to him.

I grinned, evilly. "I even have the perfect hex to use."

"Okay, this I gotta see." Bill declared. "Here," he said getting up and holding out his wand to me. "Do your worst, Granger."

Smiling in a sweet, innocent, albeit chilling way, I said, "Thanks Bill!" I took his wand and made my way out of the living room. I was still in hearing range when I heard Harry ask, " You don't think she's going to kill him do you?"

I chuckled to myself, then quietly snuck towards the kitchen, where Sirius was now trying to shut Percy up.

"Seriously, Percy, Buckbeak almost took off my head when you tried to hit that last high note." Sirius pleaded. "You have to stop!"

"I'm cleaning this death trap, so I think I have every right to sing!" He said haughtily.

"Hello Percy! Hello Sirius!" I said happily, bouncing into the kitchen. "How are we?"

They stared at me like I was mad. But I ignored it.

"I'm here to try to convince Percy to stop screeching." I declared in an innocent voice.

"Good luck." Sirius mumbled as Percy said in a snotty voice. "Come off it, Hermione. I know you won't try anything. You're too afraid of what Mum would say. Besides, you can't do magic outside of school. You're just a child."

Sirius winced at his words. "You might want to be careful there, Weasley."

He snorted. "Please. She's only going into her fifth year! What can she possibl-"

I had, had enough. So before he could finish mocking me I pulled out Bill's wand, shouted the hex and an orange light shot from the wand and hit him square in the chest.

Nothing appeared to have changed so Percy opened his mouth to say something rude judging by the look on his face but the only sound that came out of his mouth was,

"HEE HAW!!"

I grinned triumphantly and Sirius howled with laughter.

Percy looked infuriated. He tried, again, to speak but instead the wake up call of a rooster came out.

He clapped his hands over his mouth and looked horrified.

Everyone who had been in the living room came bursting into the kitchen.

"Was that a donkey and a rooster I just heard?" George asked.

Percy pointed at me and tried, in vain to make words come out. He whinnied like a horse instead and everyone fell about laughing.

Looking redder than a tomato, Percy stormed out of the kitchen and we heard him stomp his way upstairs, undoubtedly to tell on me.

"Bloody hell, Dusts!" Charlie said. "That was brilliant!!"

"Why thank- you, Charlie." I said handing Bill his wand back.

"Where on earth did you learn that?" Ginny asked as we trooped back to the living room.

"Oh..." I said, good humour evaporating. "Just a friend."

"What friend?" Ron asked. "I want to thank him next time I see him."

I remained silent as a whole spree of various animal noises sounded from upstairs.

"Was that an elephant?" Harry asked chuckling.

They all continued to laugh as I continued to think about the boy who taught me that wonderful spell.

"Granger?" Fred asked quietly. "You okay?"

I nodded, hastily rubbing my eyes. "Y-yeah." I said. "Just something in my eye is all."

Everyone exchanged worried looks. "Hey, if you're worried about what Mum is gonna do." George started.

"No, its nothing really. Just remembering the person who taught me the hex."

"Who was it?" Ginny asked softly.

"I can't...I don't want to ruin the mood." I tried to explain. "I don't want to upset anyone."

"It's okay, Hermione." Harry said. "You can tell us."

I sighed as I locked eyes with Harry. "It was Cedric." I told them in a small voice.

Harry instantly looked down and silence followed.

I gulped deciding to tell my story. "I was in the library one night last year. And Cedric was sitting a few tables away when Malfoy came over. He called me the usual names but I just ignored him. Finally, when I had, had enough I was about to tell Malfoy were he could go, when suddenly he started to 'moo' like a cow." I laughed at the memory and saw everyone else, even Harry, crack a smile. "Anyway, Malfoy stormed off, clucking like a chicken then, and I noticed the evil grin on Cedric's face. He was even pretending to read over a paper he was writing."

"That was you, wasn't it?" I asked him, as I sat across from him.

He just shrugged and said, " I have no idea what you are talking about, Books."

"Whatever, Pretty Boy. So tell me, where did you learn that?"

He grinned at me. "In a book."

I rolled my eyes. "What tells me a lot."

"Want to learn it?" He asked.

"This is Hermione Granger, you're talking to, Cedric. Of course I want to learn it."

"So," I continued. "For the next few hours he taught me that spell and a number of others. A few of which I passed on to you, Harry. To use in the Maze."

"Did you see him again after that?" Harry asked.

I nodded. "Frequently."

"Were you friends?" He asked now, in a pained voice.

I nodded again. "Yes." I choked out, trying not to cry.

"I'm sorry." Harry whispered. "I should have...but he wouldn't listen to me-"

"Don't Harry." I said firmly as I sat next to him on the floor. "It's not your fault. Don't blame yourself. Cedric wouldn't want you to do that, okay?"

He nodded, unable to speak.

"If...if you need to talk about Cedric, know more about him, you know you can come to me, right?"

"Thank- you, Hermione." Harry said softly as I gave him a hug.

Everyone was silent again, until, "MOOOOO!!"

We all burst out laughing. "How long does it last for?" Bill asked.

"Not sure really...a few hours I think. Anyway, I better go hide for a bit." I told them, though I really only wanted to be alone. I could still feel the tears wanting to come out.

I made it to a dark, lonely length of corridor before my tears came. I felt terrible. How could I do that to Harry? I was never going to tell him about my friendship with Cedric, because I knew it would only upset him.

"Stupid, stupid, Granger." I muttered to myself.

"You're far from stupid, Hermione." Came Fred's voice in the darkness.

I jumped. "Don't do that, Fred! You scared me."

"Sorry." He said chuckling slightly. "You okay? I know you're not really hiding from, Mum." He told me as he put a comforting arm around my shoulder.

"I'll be okay." I said softly. "It's just hard...talking about him. I only knew him for a short time, but still...I miss him."

He sighed. "I know, Granger. Stuff like this...its hard to deal with. I just wish there was something I could do to help."

I smiled into the darkness. "Having you here is more than enough help." I whispered shyly.

"It's a good thing I'm not going anywhere then." He said holding me closer.

I was going to tell him. Right then and there I was going to tell Fred Weasley that I'm in love with him. But the moment I opened my mouth to, Mrs. Weasley started to shout my name and we heard another string of animals noises that included a seal, a monkey and a goat, if I wasn't mistaken.

"Ah..." Fred said. "I believe the shit has hit the fan."

I groaned. "This isn't going to be pretty." I said as Fred helped me to my feet.

"Good thing you have me, then." He told me, gripping my hand.

"Thank, Merlin." I said with a smile.

So, we went off to see Mrs. Weasley and she made me apologize to a honking Percy and told me to go clean the ghoul infested bathroom.

And, now, Yolanda, I shall bid thee goodnight. It's been a looong day and I'm bushed! Sweet dreams my secret keeping friend!