* ~ The Eighth Year Universe Series ~ *

PART FOUR

Brave New World

Chapter 76: Most People are Good

A/N: The chapter title is from the song:

Most People Are Good by Luke Bryan.

"Well, well, well," Daphne said when Bill walked into the office at 9.05 am the following morning, "Look what the kneazle dragged in."

Bill looked at her sheepishly, "Yeah, I'm sorry about yesterday Daphne. Did you manage okay by yourself?"

"I managed fine," Daphne replied, "I filed every single letter we got over Christmas break, most of which aren't worth investigating because a little bit of research proved that they were muggle pranks. Then I re-organised the entire filing cabinet, tidied both of our desks and dusted the whole office."

"You were bored senseless, weren't you?" Bill asked with an amused smile.

"Totally," Daphne replied, "But I'm not stupid. I'm not fully qualified, and I wouldn't do fieldwork by myself."

"Thank you for that," Bill said, sinking into the chair behind his desk, "And thanks for sending Charlie to find me. I was in a right state."

"So I heard," Daphne commented.

Bill sighed, "I had my breakdown, and don't get me wrong, I'm still feeling pretty down about it all, but I'm mentally stable now, I can assure you."

"I'll take your word for it," Daphne promised, "But I'm also going to be keeping an eye on you."

"You and Charlie," Bill said, rolling his eyes, "Charlie's trying to convince me to move in with him. He's saying it's to help me find my feet again, but I know it's so he can keep an eye on me."

"Of course," Daphne realised, "You promised Fleur Shell Cottage in the divorce settlement, didn't you?"

Bill nodded glumly.

"So you have nowhere to go," Daphne said with a nod, "If you don't want to stay at Charlie's, you could always stay with us? The Manor is a huge place."

"No way," Bill said, "I'm your boss. There's no way I'm living at your house. I'll stay with Charlie."

Daphne turned around to get something out of the filing cabinet and smirked, fell for that one hook, line and sinker Bill, she thought to herself, "That's true, probably the best option anyway with Charlie and Astoria being on the rocks right now. You two can keep each other company through your misery."

"You are just a ray of sunshine this morning," Bill muttered under his breath, "Do you want to go solve a curse? Would that make you feel better?"

"So much," Daphne grinned.

Bill rolled his eyes but smiled as he opened the filing cabinet, "You trainee Curse Breakers, always so eager. Wait till this is all you do, all day every day, you'll tire of it."

Daphne raised an eyebrow at him, "You never have," she pointed out.

"Details, details," Bill shrugged. He shut his eyes and reached into the 'open' section of the cabinet, "Let's take a lucky dip, shall we…."

He grabbed a letter out and scanned it, "Alright, to Aberystwyth we go!"

"Easy for you to say," Daphne joked, grabbing her jacket and sweeping out of the office, with Bill hot on her heels.

Astoria had just settled down with a book and a glass of wine when a knock on her door sounded. She sighed and got to her feet, hoping it wasn't some nonsense caller because that was the last thing she wanted to deal with on a Friday night.

She unlatched the door and opened it, surprised to see Charlie standing on her doorstep.

"I can compromise," Charlie promised as he handed her a bouquet, "Not on everything, but some things."

"You had better come in," Astoria said, fighting back a smile. She turned her back to him and walked into the kitchen to put the flowers in water. She could feel Charlie following her, but he didn't say anything.

"Do you want a drink?"

"I'd love a firewhiskey."

Astoria poured one out over ice as she knew he liked it and handed it to him. Then she leant against the kitchen worktop and surveyed him with interest. Charlie sipped from the glass then set it down.

"I can handle the big house, but it has to be out in the country, somewhere secluded," Charlie began, aware that he was setting out terms in a rather business-like way, but he knew that she would understand that, "It needs to have lots of land and I mean lots because one of my conditions is that if you get the big house, I get dragons."

"I saw that one coming a mile off," Astoria said, letting the smile slip onto her face.

Charlie just continued, because he had to get it all out, "And I will act the part, I'll be the perfect boyfriend/husband/whatever of a big-time CEO female power-chief. I'll go to the parties, and I'll make small talk, I'll charm potential business partners. But my condition is that Harry has to go to them too so that when things get really dull, I have someone decent to talk to."

"Harry would have been going regardless; he doesn't have a choice," Astoria said, a Slytherinesque smirk slipping onto her face, "He's Harry Potter. If it's known that he's affiliated with the business, it will bring in custom and charitable donations. He doesn't know it yet, but Harry is going to become the face of Greengrass Industries."

Charlie chuckled, "You are sneaky."

"Although everyone underestimated for my entire life, I am a true Slytherin," Astoria pointed out with a smirk, "So I agree to your terms. But the kind of house I want, with the kind of land that you want, is going to have to wait."

"Oh, I know," Charlie said, "I mean, I have a lot of money in savings because I didn't use any of my earnings in Romania at all. They just went straight into an account here, but I understand that you will want to start the business up again first."

Astoria nodded, "Once things are steady, we can think about the house and with it…marriage?"

Charlie smiled, "I know, you'll want to be married before we move in together. You're a pureblood. I get it."

Astoria breathed a sigh of relief, "So we are on the same page."

"I think we are now, yeah," Charlie said, that carefree smile back on his face, "And I don't think taking things slow is going to kill us. Especially considering the fact I have my brother living with me at the moment."

Astoria sighed, "How is he doing? It was rough the other week, watching them sign those papers."

"I didn't realise that it was them you were referring to," Charlie admitted, "But yeah, Bill is struggling. He's sad, he's missing his daughter, and he's really throwing himself into work, but I'll get him back to normal eventually, I have in the past."

"Has he always been like this?" Astoria asked curiously.

"What, a total drama queen who takes break-ups badly?" Charlie joked, "Godric, yes, he's a nightmare."

Astoria laughed too, "Well, since you're here…do you want to stay for a drink or two?"

Charlie smiled boyishly at her, "I might even stay for three."

"So, have you gotten any further with the wedding planning, apart from setting the date?"

Hermione raised an eyebrow at Harry, "This is the kind of question I expect from someone like Sadie, not you."

"What? I can't take an interest in my best friend's wedding ?" Harry objected as they shared lunch in the courtyard of the Ministry.

"You can. I just didn't expect you to," Hermione said. She chuckled, "And no, because we can't agree about where we should have it. I would like to get married in a castle, and there's one where you can get married in the library, but it's Muggle and Draco's totally against a Muggle venue."

"Trust you," Harry laughed, "But if you have your heart set on it, don't forget your soon to be husband and your best friend are trainee Aurors. We could just obliviate all the muggles, so you get your dream wedding."

"You better be kidding, Potter!"

"Course I am Auror Radcliffe," Harry said, shooting a grin over his shoulder at a greying man who was having lunch with another Auror.

Hermione shot him a knowing look.

"What?" Harry objected, "I am," he lowered his voice, "Mostly."

"As sweet an offer as that is, it won't be my dream wedding if my husband and best friend get fired or, even worse, go to Azkaban," Hermione pointed out with an amused smile.

Harry grinned, "You sounded like your old self there."

"Don't," Hermione muttered.

"We could have been killed, or worse, expelled!" Harry said in a high-pitched voice.

Hermione hit him, "I did not speak like that!"

"You did," Harry chuckled, "You were all squeaky back then with your big bushy hair…oh, you were so cute."

"Were?" Hermione snorted, "Thanks."

Harry shot her a grin, "Remember Draco though? Some wizarding families are better than others Potter," he stuck his nose up in the air while Hermione stifled her laughter, "You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort."

Hermione bit her lip, "Shh."

Harry's grin didn't shift, "Anyway, back to the point. I'm sure the two of you will eventually agree on a venue."

"I hope so," Hermione mused, "The only other thing that we have agreed on is the wedding party. Oh, speaking of which, I meant to ask, we would love Teddy to be the pageboy, if you don't mind?"

"Of course I don't," Harry said cheerfully, "He'll love it. He's becoming a right little attention whore."

"Harry!"

"What? He is!"

"Yes, but this is your toddler your referring to," Hermione said through her laughter.

"Just ask Daphne, he is," Harry snorted, "Whose your maid of honour again? It's not Gin, is it?"

"No, it was going to be Daphne when Draco and I originally got engaged," Hermione replied, "Then the whole…thing…happened with the door between the houses and those two and their profound bond, so Sadie and I got closer."

"And Daphne started snogging Lilly," Harry whispered with a roll of his eyes, "So your maid of honour is Sadie instead, basically?"

Hermione nodded, "Yes. The bridesmaids are Daphne, Suse and Ginny. I feel a little bad that Lilly isn't one of them, but for the numbers to match up, I could only have three and Lilly and I just aren't that close, you know?"

"Did you know her before eighth year?" Harry asked curiously.

"I knew of all of them before eighth year," Hermione answered, "Susan, I spoke to quite a lot in-between classes and at break. I used to spend time with her and Hannah because I hung around with Neville when you and Ron fell out with me."

"Sorry," Harry said sheepishly.

"Lilly, I only really knew to talk to in the library," Hermione added, "But I knew Sadie, Daphne and Tracey pretty early on."

"How did you meet them, exactly?" Harry asked nosily, "Because we were together literally all the time, we sat together in every class, and we hung out together at break, and we spent our evenings in the common room, apart from when you were in the library obviously," Harry said.

Hermione smiled, "I became friends with them all at the start of our second year."

Harry's frown deepened.

"Do you recall that train trip that I had to endure alone? Because you and Ron flew a bloody car to school like a couple of morons?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Oh…yeah," Harry said sheepishly.

Hermione chuckled, "That was when we became friends. I shared a carriage with them for that entire trip."

"Hey, Hermione!"

Hermione smiled and waved nervously through the window of a carriage. The voice that had called her belonged to Susan Bones, who she had known in first year because they had worked on a couple of projects together in Herbology.

Susan jumped up and opened the door, "Are you looking for somewhere to sit?"

"Yes," Hermione frowned, "I can't find Harry and Ron. They weren't on the platform either, don't you think that's odd?"

"I'm sure they will be here somewhere," Susan said, "But you can sit with us if you'd like?"

Hermione looked into the carriage nervously.

A small blonde girl smiled and said, "It's okay, we don't bite."

"Or do we?" A dark-haired girl said, then she made a loud, gnashing sound.

"Tracey!" The small blonde girl chastised.

Susan laughed and beckoned Hermione in, "Hermione, these are my friends. This joker is Tracey, and this is Sadie; I call her baby spice."

Hermione laughed at the reference.

"And I have literally no idea what that means," Sadie said.

Susan grinned, "Tracey is definitely scary spice, and I'm ginger spice, obviously. This is Daphne, she's posh spice."

Daphne, a taller blonde girl, raised an eyebrow at Susan, "Suse, your family manor is about ten times the size of the house I grew up in."

"I know, but you just exude luxury, Daph," Susan said cheerfully.

"So who is sporty spice then?" Hermione asked Susan jokingly.

"Oh, that's my other friend Lilly. Do you know her, Lilly Moon?"

Hermione laughed, "Yes, I have spoken to her a couple of times."

"Everyone, this is Hermione Granger," Susan said, dropping back down into her seat.

Hermione sat down next to Susan.

"Of course she is. We all know who Hermione Granger is," Tracey said with a roll of her eyes.

"Smartest witch in our year," Sadie said, a hint of respect in her voice.

"Has the most massive, obvious crush ever on Harry Potter," Daphne added, looking at her in amusement, "Salazar knows why."

"Slytherins, they love that phrase," Susan said, rolling her eyes.

Hermione blushed, "I do not have any sort of crush on Harry. He's my best friend."

"Of course he is," Daphne said knowingly.

"Hey, is it true that you broke a million school rules last year and killed a giant dog?" Tracey asked with interest.

"And that you kicked Voldemort in the face?" Susan added.

"Uh…" Hermione frowned, "Well, I definitely didn't kick Voldemort in the face."

"But you did kill a giant dog?"

"I thought nobody was supposed to know about what happened," Hermione said cluelessly.

"It's Hogwarts, sweetie, everyone knows," Daphne said with a wave of her hand.

"See, Posh spice," Susan whispered.

Hermione smiled and said, "Well, no, we didn't kill a dog. We snuck past it to get into the secret chambers beneath the school."

"Then what did you do? Did Potter kick Voldemort in the face?"

"I really don't think anyone kicked him in the face, Trace," Sadie said.

"And I didn't do much really," Hermione said modestly, "I just told Harry and Ron to stop being idiots when they were wriggling to try and get away from the Devils Snare."

Daphne rolled her eyes, "Imbeciles. Didn't they listen in Herbology?"

"In short, no," Hermione said, a smile creeping onto her face, "And I helped with this potion riddle thing, which was pretty dangerous because if I had picked the wrong one, we could have died. But I picked the right one, thankfully."

"Wow, that is pretty heavy stuff to do at the end of first year," Tracey said.

"Yeah, Trace thought she was mature because she kissed Dean Thomas."

"Oh my god, how many times? I didn't kiss him! I was in the freakin' classroom with him because he got us both in detention!"

Hermione chuckled.

"Tracey's a drama queen, in case you couldn't tell," Sadie said with an amused smile.

"Sadie's the bookworm," Daphne put in.

"And Daphne's the ice queen."

"Doesn't really count when it's self-nicknamed, does it?"

"Draco gave himself the nickname, Slytherin Prince, and that's stuck, hasn't it?" Daphne argued.

"Has it?" Hermione interjected, "I call him the Slytherin prat personally."

This sent a ripple of laughter around the carriage and broke the ice for good.

"And that was that," Hermione finished, taking a bite out of her apple.

"Did you actually have a crush on me?" Harry asked with a grin.

"In second year?" Hermione chuckled, "Uh yeah, a huge one."

Harry snorted, "I find that hilarious. Did Daphne really call me an imbecile?"

"She was bundling you and Ron both into the imbecile category, yep," Hermione smirked.

"You didn't tell her about your infamous little, 'but there's not any wood' comment though, did you?"

Hermione just rolled her eyes and said in a long-suffering tone, "Shut up, Harry."

Astoria tapped her fingers against the clipboard in her hands a little too aggressively as she watched Charlie smiling and laughing in the meeting room across the hall. He had been working with the company for a month now, and he fitted in great. His job title was Logistics Manager (Magical Creatures). He organised the export and import of all magical creatures coming into or leaving Britain.

At this current point in time, he was in a meeting with Belinda Zabini. She was laughing at something that he had said now, which made Astoria roll her eyes. Charlie was such a flirt, and he knew it. He didn't do it by accident like Harry did; he did it entirely intentionally.

When Charlie winked at her, Astoria decided that she had had enough. She stalked towards the meeting room, her heels clicking as she did so. When she reached the open door, she rapped on it hard and stepped into the room.

"At what point did you expect to schedule an unauthorised meeting and get away with it, Charlie?" Astoria asked calmly.

Charlie looked up in surprise.

"I realise that you are new here, but unauthorised meetings are what led this company down the path to destruction once," Astoria said sharply, "I am running a tight ship, Charlie, unlike my Uncle Phineas. There will be no secret deals, no shady relationships. Everything goes in the book, and every meeting is scheduled. Am I clear?"

"Sorry, Astoria," Charlie said genuinely, "I didn't view it as an unauthorised meeting. I viewed it as lunch with an old friend."

"A lunch where you talk about business?" Astoria asked.

"Yeah," Charlie said sheepishly.

Astoria sat down next to Charlie, "What sort of business?"

"Charlie wants to establish a link between your company and the DMLE," Belinda explained.

"So that when the DMLE catch wind of cases involving illegally imported magical creatures, I can start prepping my team to get them home as soon as possible," Charlie finished.

"The idea is fantastic," Astoria agreed, "However, no offence intended, Belinda. Why did you think that a judge was the best person to speak to about it, Charlie? Surely the Assistant Head or Head of the DMLE would have been a better choice?"

Charlie smirked at Belinda, "Normally, I would say that you were right. But in this particular case, the Head of the DMLE is a somewhat prickly character who only listens to his close advisors and his mistress."

Belinda smiled, "Me."

Astoria shot Charlie a look, "Well-played."

"You said it yourself love, I can play the political game with the rest of them," Charlie said, leaning back in his chair.

Astoria raised an eyebrow at him, "Don't call me love at work."

"Don't get jealous at work then," Charlie countered with a grin.

"I'm not jealous," Astoria said as she left the room, "I'm territorial," she shot a look over her shoulder, "Jealous is when you want something that isn't yours. Territorial is protecting what's already yours."

Belinda chuckled, "Well, aren't you just bringing Greengrass Industries into the 21st century?"

"That's my intention," Astoria said smoothly as she stalked down the hall, heels clicking behind her.

"Harry!"

Harry stepped into the kitchen and looked up at his wife, "Yeah?"

"Look at the morning paper," Daphne said, thrusting the Daily Prophet in his face.

Harry took it and looked down, examining the front-page article with a frown.

CONTROVERSIAL LAW LEADS TO MASS WALKOUT AT MINISTRY

This morning, in a public service announcement, Minister for Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt announced the immediate launch of a controversial new law requiring all Ministry members to be subjected to Veritaserum questioning.

The move is a risky one, designed to root out the 'dirty' Aurors, politicians and public officials who aided He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, financially or through services offered to him. It comes after a landslide vote by the Wizengamot, despite several families being opposed to the general idea of Veritaserum questioning on moral grounds. The success of the vote has been chiefly attributed to the recent change in the Wizengamot. In the wake of the war, several vacant seats have been taken by heirs who are now of age, leading to the youngest Wizengamot the Ministry has seen in several decades. The inspiring member of this new Wizengamot is Harry Potter, who has helped push through this law and a series of other revolutionary reforms.

Harry scoffed and shook his head, "They're putting my name on this? They are trying to take it away from Kingsley by suggesting that it was my idea? I voted for it, but so did Neville, Draco, Theo, Susan and several others!"

"They aren't famous though, Harry," Daphne pointed out, "Not like you are. They didn't defeat Voldemort and save the wizarding world."

Harry shook his head irritably.

Daphne gave him a stern look and elaborated, "Harry, for the rest of your life, people are going to link you with important events and look at you as a figurehead. You're not only famous, but you're an inspiration to lots of people. There is no use getting irritated about the fact they are putting your name on this; all that matters is that it's still a win. The law was passed, and yes, you weren't the only one who helped with that, but it was passed, and this publicity is good! But anyway, you need to read on because the interesting thing is further down.

Harry disagreed with her, but he thought it was best to keep quiet about that, so he kept reading.

The announcement led to a mass walkout by Ministry officials. The most notable department to lose members was the Department of Magical Law Enforcement (DMLE), the department estimated to be the most corrupt. Tiberius McLaggen, Head of the DMLE, has informed us that those who have chosen to leave of their own accord will not be investigated or apprehended for this. However, anyone vetted with Veritaserum who is found guilty of any war crimes will face incarceration. It is estimated that the DMLE has lost around 40% of its staff and that the Auror force (already depleted due to the war) has lost at least half of its workforce.

The law comes into effect immediately. Commencing tomorrow in the DMLE, each staff member will be vetted until every department can be declared 'clean'. In addition, any new staff members will be vetted before they are permitted to join the Ministry. Talk at the Ministry is very conflicted; some staff members think it is an excellent idea for those that have nothing to hide as it will make the Ministry a much fairer workplace. However, others feel that it is an invasion of privacy that they do not deem necessary.

Time will only tell if the Minster for Magic, with the support of his Wizengamot, have made the right decision."

"I'm intrigued by the fact that the article is mostly positive," Harry said honestly, "And I can't say that I'm surprised about the Auror department, to be honest. I knew things had to change there. Sumner had already told me as much."

"Still, to lose half of its workforce?" Daphne said in surprise, "They were already low on staff after the war."

Harry nodded thoughtfully, "Yeah, it's not ideal. Especially with the amount of Death Eaters still floating about. Anyway, I better get going, or I'll be late. See you tonight."

"See you later," Daphne said, waving him off as he dashed out of the house.

"What did you make of that article this morning then?" Harry asked the others while they showered that morning.

"What article?" Theo asked, "I didn't have time to read the Prophet. Sadie was up half the night complaining of twitchy legs."

Draco snorted, "The article about Kingsley announcing veritaserum questioning coming into law, as of today."

"Yep, the one with the statistics about the mass walkout from the DMLE," Neville added in amusement, "40% of the staff walked out."

"And they reckon the Auror force lost half its workforce," Harry added.

Theo whistled, "Holy shit, that's a lot of dirty folk in the DMLE."

"Not necessarily dirty," Draco pointed out, "But people with something to hide, people who don't want a Ministry official poking around their head."

"Or even just people who disagree with the use of veritaserum and are walking out as a statement," Neville agreed.

"But most of them were probably just dirty Theo, you're right," Harry said bluntly.

"How the heck are they going to manage then?" Theo asked curiously, "They're going to be on minimal staffing."

"Godric knows," Harry shrugged.

Draco brought up the article over dinner that night, "What did you make of that article in the prophet this morning?"

Hermione looked over at him, "I'm all for it. I don't mind letting someone question me because I know I have nothing to hide."

"The Ministry has probed me enough already. They know about it all," Draco said with a frown, "So I doubt they could uncover anything that isn't already in my file. But, what did you make of the walkout?"

"I can't say it surprised me," Hermione said logically, "I work in the DMLE. I've got a fair idea of how dirty some of them are. The most corrupt people are the ones with the most power, and those people tend to have positions in the DMLE, like Aurors, lawyers, judges, you know?"

Draco nodded and chewed his pasta absentmindedly as he thought about this. His father had been a lawyer when he was young before becoming a stockbroker, and he had been corrupt as hell. So many Death Eaters had worked in the DMLE…

"You know, if they had any sense, they would pull the best recruits out of training and put them in the field," Hermione commented thoughtfully.

Draco scoffed, "As if they would do that. You haven't met my trainers Hermione, they are all about protocol, and that's definitely not protocol."

Hermione shrugged and said, "I'm just saying, as someone who thinks logically, I can see that it's an option that makes a lot of sense."

Draco smiled fondly at her, "That's because you're brilliant, and you will make a brilliant Head of Department one day, but they don't think like that now, trust me."

"Then someone should suggest the idea to them," Hermione pointed out, "Because they lost so many people during the war, and they did nothing to try and replenish their staff after that."

"They did," Draco argued, "The intake this year and last year was higher than it had ever been."

"That's a long-term solution though, isn't it?" Hermione pointed out, "In three years, they would have a large influx of newly trained Aurors, but it didn't help them immediately after the war."

"Well, they could hardly have just taken people on without putting them through the extreme vetting or training exercises, could they?" Draco asked her with a raised eyebrow.

"No, but they could pull the best recruits out of training and give them extra supervision in the field. They could probably double their workforce by doing that," Hermione said, leaning back in her chair, "Just admit that I'm right."

"You are, but I still don't think they would ever go for it," Draco said honestly, "There's just a way that things are done in the Auror workforce, and it's the way things have always been done. I don't see them changing that anytime soon."

"Well, only time will tell, I suppose," Hermione mused.

"Anyway, how are you finding your latest placement?" Draco asked in a bid to change the subject before it could transcend into an argument.

Hermione shrugged, "It's okay, I guess, but I'm not enjoying it as much as I enjoyed working with the Aurors or the Hit Wizards."

"I thought you felt conflicted about the Hit Wizards?" Draco queried.

"I did, I do," Hermione corrected herself, "Talking to MI5 was surreal but so interesting, and researching to work out if the perpetrator was Wizarding was enjoyable. But essentially signing a death warrant by sending the Hit Wizards after someone? I struggled with that. I tried to tell myself it was okay because the people seemed awful, like they really deserved it, you know? But then I thought about you because on paper, in sixth year, you could have been classed as one of those people."

Draco nodded but said nothing.

"So although I loved aspects of it, I would also be able to enjoy those things if I worked in the Auror department," Hermione explained, "I would still co-ordinate with Muggles, but it would be Muggle police rather than MI5. And I would still get to have fun coming up with alternate identities and cover stories for Aurors when they had to go and work in the Muggle world, you know? It's essentially the same job, but with a lower pay grade because you aren't signing death warrants."

"I understand that," Draco said with a smile, "What's so bad about Magical Law Enforcement Control?"

Hermione rolled her eyes, "It's grunt work, Draco. It's so boring, and I spend my time doing crowd control at Quidditch matches and helping old ladies who have fallen over in Diagon Alley. Every time it starts to get interesting, we have to hand it over to the Aurors."

Draco chuckled, "How much longer do you have to do it for?"

"Only another week, thank Godric," Hermione muttered, "But I doubt that the next one will be much better, it's the Improper Use of Magic Office, and it's a two-month-long placement. I think I'll spend most of my time doing paperwork and writing letters, or you know, wrongly convicting a troubled 15-year-old boy who Dementors were attacking."

"Who could you possibly be referring to?" Draco asked sarcastically.

Hermione shot him an amused grin and chucked a piece of garlic bread at his head.

* ~ TBC ~ *