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Rated: T
"I'm beginning to think Ron is right," Harry couldn't help but to mutter, reluctantly following up the stairs behind Hermione, "You can't wait until tomorrow to ask him... whatever you're going to ask him?" Harry demanded.
"This is important," Hermione huffed, though Harry could spot the light red tint to her face, "And what do you mean that Ron is 'right'?" She asked suspiciously, narrowing her eyes when Harry's darted away from hers.
"Nothing," He quickly said, not wanting Hermione's anger directed towards him, "If it's that important to you, then fine – but why do you have to bring me along?" He asked, "I have nothing to ask Kirkland."
Hermione didn't answer, but Harry could see her red cheeks turn a little bit darker.
"Professor Kirkland," Hermione knocked on his door as they finally arrived to his chambers, "Professor Kirkland, are you there?" She called out, waiting patiently for a few moments before her foot began to tap impatiently. She tried again, though there was no answer, "I suppose he is not here." She looked slightly disappointed.
"His door is unlocked," Harry said casually, opening it and taking a look around, despite Hermione's offended gasp, "It doesn't look like–" He paused, seeing a strange stone-like basin that had silvery mists swirling around it, "What is that?" He wondered out loud, taking a step into the room reluctantly to take a better look and Hermione's next words only piped his curiosity even more.
"Harry! That's a Pensieve!"