-=The characters do not belong to me, only the plot.=-
AN/ Thank you for your continued interest, this is terribly entertaining for me. Thank you again.
Cheap Thrills
A Simple Matter
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Hermione didn't attend dinner that evening. Instead, she nipped down to the kitchens to get a plate, to carry back to the Student Head's common room.
Picking at her food, gave it up as a bad job. She grabbed her books and retired to her room to study, in less than a month was Easter break. Going home would be nice.
During Flitwick's and Sprout's evening office hours, she got their permission with the briefest of fuss. Both seemed to think, if McGonagall gave her the 'okay', then certainly they would as well.
Bloody, bat-like git. Hermione was not feeling charitable. She would have gone to McGonagall to intervene on the Slytherins' behalf, though she wasn't feeling charitable toward Draco either. Twitchy little ferret. He'll just have to fend for himself.
Rounds were quiet that evening. Running into Snape was even a quiet affair. "Good evening Sir." Hermione's tone was nothing short of comatose.
"Ms. Granger, about earlier." Hermione stopped whatever he was about to say, holding up a hand.
"Sir, I've informed Mr. Malfoy, that he is to discuss the matter with you. I've washed my hands of it. So, you'll need to talk to him." Casually walking on, checking the odd nook and cranny.
Nothing was afoot, so she concluded her rounds quickly, leaving Snape in the dungeons, without giving him so much as a "by your leave."