Are those love bites I see peeking out from under Hermione's collar, or did one of Aragog's babies get loose overnight for a midnight snack? Either way, it looks like someone had fun celebrating Slytherin's win today!

While the Slytherin House celebrates, it would appear the Gryffindor House is getting ready to go to war.

~ xoxo, Gossip Witch

The thought of Aragog's babies getting loose in the castle sent a shiver down Hermione's spine as she read over the Gossip Witch blast in the comforts of her common room. The has been relatively quiet since the loss. Ron, Ginny, and the Twins had all retreated to the dorms after getting cleaned up from the game. No one wanted to talk about what happened on the field.

Oliver had come to the common room to have a team meeting, but everyone refused to come out of their rooms. Hermione felt sorry for him. He was just trying to do his best as the new Quidditch coach, but the players still viewed him as one of their peers. They didn't want to listen to any of the suggestions he had to improve their skills.

With a disappointed huff, Oliver made his way towards the door and hung his head. Hermione watched as he went and frowned. She hated seeing him feel so defeated.

"Oliver," she called, pushing herself up from the chair and making her way over to him. She placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled at him. "Don't get discouraged. They weren't playing like a team today. Each one of them had their own plans in mind."

"Thanks, Granger," Oliver said, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. "I wish your skills on a broom were as good as your smarts. We could use someone with your intelligence on the team."

"My intelligence is what allows you to have a team," Hermione teased, patting his shoulder gently. "Otherwise, none of them would have the marks to be able to play."

Oliver tossed his head back with a laugh. "That's very true," he said, turning back towards the door, and as he reached for the door, he paused and looked back over his shoulder. "Be careful with Malfoy, Hermione. I don't want to see you get seriously hurt."

Hermione took a deep breath and nodded her head. "Thanks, Wood."

Oliver smiled, nodding his head, and then taking his leave. He needed to get back to the locker room and get cleaned up before he could head home.

She made her way back to her chair by the fire and made herself comfortable. Reaching down into her bag, she extracted a book and flipped open to where she left off. The quiet was nice, if only it would last more than five or ten minutes.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Harry grumbled, storming into the common room. He was shaking his head, and his knuckles were turning white from the grip he had on his broom. "I should have known better than to trust a snake."

Hermione looked up at her best friend from behind her book with a furrowed brow. His language caught her off guard because he was normally so mild-tempered. She knew that losing the match today would have got gotten to him, but there was something else bothering him.

"What's wrong, Harry?" she asked, closing her finger in the book to mark her page.

Surprised by the sound of her voice, Harry turned to look at her with a half-smile. "Oh, hey, 'Mione. I didn't know anyone was in here. Sorry," he huffed, collapsing into the couch by the fire and dropping his broom to the ground.

She tucked her book back into her bag and made her way over to the couch, taking a seat beside him with her legs tucked underneath her. She rested her elbow on the back of the couch and placed her hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong? This can't be all because of Quidditch."

"It's not," Harry huffed, glancing at Hermione out of the corner of his eye. He noticed a spot on Hermione's neck and furrowed his brow. "You've got something on your neck."

Hermione's cheeks flushed with color as she reached up and covered the side of her neck with her hands. "Don't worry about it," she muttered. "Tell me what's going on."

"We really shouldn't talk about it," Harry replied, motioning between them.

"I'm one of your best friends, and you're upset. Now, tell me what's wrong," Hermione insisted.

"Pansy and I broke up," Harry huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Oh," Hermione deadpanned, worrying her lip. This made things even more complicated.

~ xoxo, Gossip Witch ~

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