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"Professor, why did you call us here?"
"Your son, Hugo, he's not attending classes."
"Why would he do that?" Hermione asked.
"Don't get me wrong- I'm not discriminating- but he hasn't been hanging around the nicest crowd." McGonagall said.
"Then get him to hang around the nice crowd." Ron said.
"I can't do that, Mr. Weasley." McGonagall said. "He's a student, I need to give him will of what he chooses to do as an individual."
"I'll be right back." Ron sad.
"Where are you going?"
"To the greenhouses. To have a talk with Longbottom." Ron said.
"What're you doing with Neville?"
"He has a herbology club," Ron said. "Rosie's always telling me about it. I'll have Neville accept him and then it'll all be good. Promise. Hugo will be hanging around the nice crowd of plant-lovers."
Hermione stared at him. "Oh Ron, I love you."
"I know babe." He smirked.
"How'd you come up with this?" Hermione asked. He tapped his head with a smile and Hermione giggled.
