"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.