Shop Girl - Day Nine

Now normally he'd have kept walking, their topics of discussion lately had severely been lacking. He could himself discuss Quidditch, and the alrightness of various witches with the best of them, but constantly, without break, wasn't his cup of tea. This time however, he stopped, hovering outside the bedroom, listening to their conversation.

"There is something," Ron said, a thud punctuating his words.

"A little something yeah," Harry agreed.

"What do you think it is?"

"Could be anything, maybe she's just happy."

"Why though? A week ago, she was miserable, barely got a smile out of her, and I heard her yesterday, she was laughing, and there was no-one in the room with her. She just started laughing for the hell of it."

"That can happen," Harry chuckled. "Maybe she remembered something funny, happens all the time."

"Yeah, I asked her and she said something about puppy faces. Made no sense at all."

"Well, least she was laughing, a happy Hermione is a good Hermione."

"Definitely, do you think she'll tell us what it is? What's bringing the smiles?"

"If she wanted to, she would have already, we should just step back and let her when she wants to."

"You're right, I just don't like not knowing."

"Hope it lasts," Harry said quietly. "I hated seeing her down like she was."

"Me too, both counts."

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