A/N: hiyees! I'm using my older sis's laptop so… I have her full permission to use it at least until she finishes bathing. But…she's lying on her bed now, and is as still as a skeleton. Haha.

Disclaimer: I don't own any J. K. Rowling characters and other authors'.

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Hermione grunted as she flopped onto the bed. She moaned and curled up beside Dobby who was keened on licking her face.

"I'm tired. I don't know how I stand it. Mr. Weasley running off to 'explore' every single escalator and lift, Molly fretting over the horrors of catching diseases just by touching the lift button and Malfoy whining about how dirty and shabby the hotel is and Harry running around trying to make a fool of himself." She groaned and burrowed her face into a pillow in an attempt to fend herself from Dobby's wandering tongue.

You'll have to get used to it. Dobby loves being out, and so do the others. They're just trying to take in all the sights, that's all.

"Yeah, and Mr. Dobby here peed on my pants when he got excited. While I was driving too." She aimed a look of disdain towards the culprit.

You weren't even pushing 80 km/hr, Hermione. You were going as slow as a tortoise. Let Harry drive later, darling.

She sniffed. "How can he drive when he doesn't have a license?"

In your pocket, darling Hermione.

She rolled over and shoved Dobby and his murderous tongue away. She reached into her only pocket and pulled out five cards.

"Harry's license and four Visas?"

Molly and you would want to shop. And you do have to pay for the hotel rooms. Harry's license is a necessary. Leave the driving to him. I've got to go. Lucius wants me to gather the Death-Eaters for a meeting. I love you.

"I love you too. Stay safe." She fingered the ring and let herself worry, just for a little while.