"I give up!"

That's what Madam Pomfrey said after failing to get rid of Hermione. Harry had to stay overnight because he needed to regrow all his bones in both of his legs. Courtesy of the giant troll.

Hermione, however, was sitting beside Harry's bed, holding his hand and never letting go. Madam Pomfrey tried to make Hermione leave a million times (Harry lost count after Twenty Two), sometimes by asking nicely, and sometimes by literally booby trapping Harry.

There's one time Madam Pomfrey made Harry's skin on his right hand (the hand Hermione was holding) so hot that it would burn the holder, thankfully, without burning the owner. In the end, Madam Pomfrey had to heal Hermione from Third Degree burns on her hand because she wouldn't let him go.

"If you want to stay overnight," Madam Pomfrey said to Hermione after declaring that she gave up. "then you better get comfortable on that chair because you'll not get any of the beds!" And then she left.

"Now that was rude." Harry said.

"Can you really blame her? She was only trying to do her job." Hermione said. "I was the one being stubborn."

"Well, I'm not complaining." He said smiling at her. She smiled back.

"Well, I better get some some pillows if I'm sleeping in this chair." She said, getting up.

"Which you won't."

"What are you- Woaah!" Harry pulled on her robes roughly, which caused her to fall backwards onto the bed. If anyone decided to look at them now, they'd think that Harry and Hermione wre cuddling.

"We're sharing the bed." Said Harry.

"N-No we can't." Said Hermione, blushing slightly. "You have to get some rest so your bones in your legs could regrow right."

"Well, it's not like you could kick me in your sleep, right?" Just to make sure he had her, he added his famous puppy dog eyes into the mix.

Hermione sighed. He can really get to her with those eyes of his.

"Alright, fine."

"Night, Hermione."

"Good night, Harry."

And they slept just like that, with Hermione head on Harry chest, their legs locked,...

And both of their hands slowly moved towards each other until they intertwined comfortably. A position they stayed in till the morning.

Madame Pomfrey, who was actually watching them the entire time, thought 'Yes! My plan worked! You better get together by fourth year, you two, so I can win that bet I have with the Weasley Twins.' Then she set Privacy Wards around their bed so they won't be disturbed. Poppy really wanted to win that bet.

Ron visited the next day and apologized whole heartedly (not) to Hermione, so he could be friends with Harry.

But Harry was not as dump as Ron. While He knew of his intentions, he just wanted the redhead to get to know Hermione, she was very sweet and he was sure that he would like her.

Harry was released that evening. Him, Hermione, and Neville became friends after that, otherwise known as The Golden Trio. Ron, being the dimwitted walking stomach that he is, thought that The Golden Trio consisted from him, Harry, and Neville. No one really bothered to correct him, wanting to know how this'll end up.

Malfoy came up to them during dinner that day. He barged a little, then challenged Harry to a Wizarding Duel at midnight in the Trophy Room. But Harry knew what he was up to. He wanted them to be out after curfew so they would get in trouble.

Harry was about to decline when Ron said "We accept! And I'll be his second! Who's yours?" Malfoy, who looking like Christmas came early this year, said that Crabbe will be his second.

After Malfoy left, Harry, Hermione, and Neville all turned to Ron and said at the same time "Ron, you idiot!"

Ron, looking as confused as ever, said "What did I do?"

Surprisingly, it was Neville who answered, while holding a finger indicating each point "Here's what you did: first, you accepted a Wizarding Duel on Harry's behalf without even asking him. Second, you announced yourself as his second without as much as a glance at him. Third, you accepted a duel from Malfoy, who's bound to set us up!"

"Us?"

Hermione cut in "Out everything he just said, 'Us' is what upset you the most? And of course it's us!" She took hold of Harry's hand. Again. "I'm not leaving Harry!"

"Me neither!" Added Neville.

Touched by their words, Harry chocked out "Thanks guys."

Hermione smiled softly at him, then her face turned serious. "So what are we going to do with this problem?"

Ron said "Nothing. We'll just go there at midnight and show 'em who's boss!"

Hermione rolled her eyes and asked him "And how will we do that, Genius? The only effective spell we know is The Levitation Charm!"

"We used it to knock out a Troll!"

"Neville used it to knock out a Troll. And we can't use it to levitate anything from the Trophy Room, it'll only get us in more trouble!" Hermione turned to Neville "Can't he just not go?"

Neville shook his head in negative. "If he did, it'll be a permanent stain on him. That's the hole point of a Wizarding Duel, you either fight for your honor, or you live without it. That rule goes on everyone, even an eleven year old."

Harry was busy glaring daggers at Ron who hastily left the Great Hall with some exuse about needing to go to the bathroom. Hermione, meanwhile, wasn't paying attention at all 'You fight for your honor, or you live without it?' She thought 'While it sounds like something from the Middle Ages, I think it is the key for our problem.' Hermione knows that Malfoy fights dirty 'And I bet that he won't even show up, but he'll tip off Snap or Flich that we'd be out after curfew. But what if...'

Hermione then snapped herself back to reality. "Neville?" She said. And the chubby boy looked at her. "You said that the rule goes on everyone, even an eleven year old?" Neville nodded, confused. Hermione smiled "Then I think I have a plane."

Harry and Neville leaned in so they could hear what Hermione's got in mind. Once she finished, they all had devilish smirks on their faces.

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A/N: Sorry I haven't been able to write in so long! There was a problem with the network!