"Hermione?" Harry asked when he arrived in the Gryffindor common room.
"Huh?" "Do you still have that Veritaserum?" "Yeah, why?" "I need to prove
to Ginny that I love her." "Alright, come on." Harry followed Hermione up
the staircase and into her dormitory. "It's here somewhere," Hermione said,
kneeling next to her trunk and pulling things out. "Think you have enough
stuff?" Harry asked, peering over her shoulder into her trunk. "No," she
said casually, removing a large envelope and putting it aside. "What's
this?" Harry asked, picking it up and looking inside. "Letters," Hermione
said, now taking a large leather bag from her trunk. "From who?" Harry was
still looking at the envelope. "Aren't you nosy?" she asked, plucking it
from his grip and throwing it back into her trunk. "Yeah, but who are they
from? Pleeeease?" Harry begged. "Different people." "Like......." "You and
Ron mostly. A few from Ginny and three others." "Who are the three others?"
"Viktor."
" And then?" " One from Seamus." " Seamus? What is he doing writing to
you?" " Remember last year when I came back to school. How I looked so
different." " So......" " Well, I never told you or Ron this. No one
actually. He asked me to do the same thing that Viktor wanted me to do." "
What the crap is it? I'm so confused." " Think, Harry. What haven't I done
that won't do until later in life?" " Uh......." " I'll give your slow mind
a clue. They both thought I looked really good. They are teenage
boys......." " Oh! I get it!" Harry exclaimed. " Took you long enough." "
Oh, wait till I tell Ron. We're gonna really get Seamus." " Don't tell Ron,
please. I don't want him in Azkaban." "Alright, alright, alright. Now who
is the other from?" Hermione bit her lower lip as she always did when under
stress. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. " You promise you won't
laugh or get mad when I tell you?" " Why would I get mad?" " Because, you
just would." " Listen, the only reason I would get mad is if it was Malfoy
and we both know that you wouldn't write to each other." Hermione laughed.
" As if," she snorted. " Who is it?" " Alright, I'll tell you." " Well,
hurry up. Ginny's gonna worry about where I am." " Don't say anything after
I tell you and never mention it again." " Ok, whatever you say." Hermione
took another big breath. " Oliver Wood."
"Why's he writing to you?" "Because." "I hate it when people do
that." " You're really nosy, you know that, right?" "I'm not nosy. I'm
curious." "Oh, is that right?" Hermione asked, throwing a small bottle to
Harry. "Yeah, it is. Thanks," Harry said, looking at the tiny bottle.
"Anytime, Babe." Harry stepped out the door, but turned around and looked
back into the room. "One more thing, Hermione?" " Sure." "Don't call me
Babe." He shut the door and walked down the hall.
