A/N: and it's February eighth part Two! Teehee, love triangles getting
squared and again getting octigonalized!
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::FEBRUARY EIGHTH; NIGHTTIME; AFTER LAST CHAPTER::
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"Hermione! Hey, /'Mione/!"
Eventually, a few girls kicked Hermione down the girls dorm staircase where Harry and Ron had been hissing her name for quite a while, now.
"It's way part curfew, what are you two doing?" Hermione grumbled.
"Shh! Okay, it's a long story! Totally freaked me out!"
"Freaked me out, too!" Harry put in helpfully.
Hermione squinted at them.
"I'm going back to bed," she grumbled, and turned around, but Harry and Ron grabbed one of her hands each, pulled her over to a corner, and spilled their story in hisses and whispers.
About an hour of hissing later, Our Heroine finally caught wind of what happened.
"So, let me get this straight," she mumbled. "You two were out under the invisibility cloak raiding the kitchens when you came upon Madame Pomfrey and Professor Lupin talking. You didn't listen to them, as you were focused on getting around them in the passageway and thought eavesdropping would have been rude. But just as you're at the stairway, you decide to eavesdrop anyway and hear Madame Pomfrey threatening to have /it/ with Snape if Lupin didn't have/it/ with her, when they're originally a threesome?"
Both Harry and Ron nodded emphatically.
"Please, 'Mione, tell us that we're daft!" Ron begged.
"Barking mad," Hermione confirmed. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to bed. It's none of our business, but if you must, we'll speak about it tomorrow."
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::FEBRUARY EIGHTH; NIGHTTIME; AFTER LAST CHAPTER::
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.
"Hermione! Hey, /'Mione/!"
Eventually, a few girls kicked Hermione down the girls dorm staircase where Harry and Ron had been hissing her name for quite a while, now.
"It's way part curfew, what are you two doing?" Hermione grumbled.
"Shh! Okay, it's a long story! Totally freaked me out!"
"Freaked me out, too!" Harry put in helpfully.
Hermione squinted at them.
"I'm going back to bed," she grumbled, and turned around, but Harry and Ron grabbed one of her hands each, pulled her over to a corner, and spilled their story in hisses and whispers.
About an hour of hissing later, Our Heroine finally caught wind of what happened.
"So, let me get this straight," she mumbled. "You two were out under the invisibility cloak raiding the kitchens when you came upon Madame Pomfrey and Professor Lupin talking. You didn't listen to them, as you were focused on getting around them in the passageway and thought eavesdropping would have been rude. But just as you're at the stairway, you decide to eavesdrop anyway and hear Madame Pomfrey threatening to have /it/ with Snape if Lupin didn't have/it/ with her, when they're originally a threesome?"
Both Harry and Ron nodded emphatically.
"Please, 'Mione, tell us that we're daft!" Ron begged.
"Barking mad," Hermione confirmed. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to bed. It's none of our business, but if you must, we'll speak about it tomorrow."
