Chapter 27
"Anytime Neville." Hermionie said. She just finished helping him, and he was on his way back up the stairs. Her stomach growled. She checked her watch. Still a little time left. I could catch a late dinner, She thought. She packed up her things, took them to her dorm and headed down the stairs to the Great Hall. It feels good to be alone, she thought. The great all was almost deserted, but she sat down anyway. After a few minutes, Harry entered the Hall. Is he stalking me or something? She thought. She just shrugged her shoulders and went back to her food.
"Hey." Harry said with a tired sigh. He sat down next to her and helped himself to dinner.
"Hi." Hermionie said. And for the first time in a long time, the two of them had a decent conversation. No fighting, yelling, or tears. It was just a simple friendly chat. After they both finished dinner the great hall only had a few late eaters left. Hermionie was in a MUCH better mood than she was earlier, and so was Harry. They were wandering up the stairs remembering their past adventures.
"Wonder where Fluffy is now." Harry said.
"God only knows what Hagrid did with him." Hermionie smiled. "Do you still have that flute he made you?"
"Yeah, its somewhere upstairs in my trunk." Harry answered. She smiled. They both entered the Common Room. When they got there they found Ron and Emma playing chess by the fire. Hermionie wanted to go upstairs because her mood was much better, and she didn't want Emma to ruin it.
"Hey." Harry said smiling. Ron and Emma were at the table closest to the fire, and Hermionie and Harry took a couch near them.
"Hey." Ron said without looking at him. He was concentrating on the chessboard in front of him. Harry sat on the edge of the couch watching while Hermionie had her back against the backrest, comfortably pretending Emma didn't exist. She sighed, and after she did so, she remembered what Emma had told her about staying away from Harry, and she had just walked into the Common Room with him, and sat down next to him. Ooo, Hermionie thought, that'll piss her off. Good. Emma was glaring at her. Hermionie smiled contently, and a plan formed in her head. She was planning on telling Harry what Emma had said, but there was a better way to get her to fess up, and get rid of her cute, sweet little mask she wore around the boys. Hermionie grinned evilly. She laughed evilly, then grabbed the nearest couch pillow and hit Harry with it.
"HEY! What the-" He turned around, "What did you do that for?" she had the pillow behind her back.
"Do what?" she said in mock innocence, with a smile, "I didn't do anything." Flirting would defiantly piss Emma off more, and that was Hermionie's plan.
"You just hit me with a pillow, Granger." Harry said playfully. Yes! Her plan was working.
"Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about it Potter?" She smiled
"This!" He had grabbed a pillow from behind his back and hit her upside the head with it. He didn't hit hard, but just enough to rumple her hair up.
"How dare you hit a girl!" she smacked him in the head with her pillow.
"Hey, Hey! Children, Children! Behave!" Ron said, but as Harry and Hermionie turned to look at him, he was standing before them, a pillow in each hand. With his right pillow he hit Hermionie, and with his left, he hit Harry. Emma just sat there.
"Oh go back to your game Ron! This is between me and Potter!" Hermionie said.
"Can't!" He said.
"Why not?"
"Because, I beat her already."
"Oh," Hermionie said, "Well then." She hit Ron in the side with her pillow. She saw Harry and Ron look at each other and grin mischievously. "Oh no. This can't be good." And they both attacked her, hitting her with pillows. Hermionie laughed and screamed for them to stop, but they didn't. She was laughing so hard her sides hurt. Once they'd stop, her hair was bushier than ever, and Harry's glasses were knocked off one ear. Hermionie laughed at him. Emma was still just sitting there watching. She was positively fuming that Hermionie was getting all this attention. Hermionie smoothed out her hair to normal size, and smiled at Emma. Emma was giving her the death glare. Hermionie held her smile and then set her pillow down. Harry and Ron did the same. Emma stayed at her chair at the table while Ron took a seat in a nearby armchair. He sat down with a sigh. Harry looked over at Emma, and her glare vanished.
"Not easy to beat him huh?" Harry was trying to be friendly, despite the fact he hated her guts for insulting Hermionie. She'd crossed the line there.
"Yeah," she threw back on her sweet innocent smile. She is such a fake, Hermionie thought. "He's a tough player." Ron smiled at the compliment. Emma wasn't nearly pissed off enough for Hermionie. It was time to get dirty. She silently laughed to herself. She scooted closer to Harry, closing the gap. Harry looked at her funny. Since Emma was watching her every move, she couldn't tell Harry was she was up to. He'd have to figure it out for himself. Oh well, She thought, more fun for me! She was sitting right next to Harry, leg touching leg. She was watching her knee, and then she looked up at Harry. 'What the,' he thought. Hermionie looked at Harry, and then looked at Emma. Harry understood what she was up to. 'This should be good,' Harry thought. He looked over at Emma, and she was smiling sweetly, but there was a hint of forcement in that smile. Harry placed an arm around Hermionie, and she snuggled closer, and laid her head on his shoulder. Hermionie took a peek at Ron, whose eyebrow was raised. Hermionie smiled at him and moved her eyes to Emma. Ron didn't understand, but just sat back to watch the show. Harry kissed Hermionie's forehead and she smiled in contentment. Hermionie now realized what a bad idea this was. But she couldn't back down now. Harry had his hand on her upper arm and he squeezed her to his side. She just kept her head on his shoulder and acted the best she could, like she was enjoying herself. Problem was, she was only half acting, and she was beginning to enjoy the warmth of Harry's body next to hers. 'Mistake!!' she thought to herself. 'Big mistake!!' She didn't know what to do. Emma was just sitting there and it was quiet. There was a way to get out of this, but it would take a little work on her part. But there was also a little part of her that didn't want to get out of this. She was NOT going to fall for him again; it would only lead to bad things. Plan B.
"Did you finish you're potions homework?" Hermionie lifted her head and looked at him. He stared back. 'Why is there pain in her eyes? Why is she hurting? I haven't done anything wrong, this was her idea.' Harry thought. 'Girls are just too complicated for me. I'll just sit here and play along, and if she wants to tell me what's bothering her, she can. I'm not going to ask.'
"Erm, no I didn't." He answered.
"It's due next week." Emma chimed in. "I could help you with it Harry?" 'I bet that's just what you want. One on one 'tutoring'.' Hermionie thought.
"No, that's alright." Harry said. Last thing he wanted was to be alone with her. "I'll ask Hermionie if I need help." Harry turned to look at Hermionie and smiled at her. She melted. That grin always got her. 'Get a grip Hermionie!' she thought to herself. 'Okay, you're going to get up, and walk away from this before it goes any further and you lose it.' And she looked at Harry and got up. Fun time was over…almost.
"I'm going up to bed for now." She said. She walked around the backside of the couch, behind Harry. "Night." And she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. He spun his head around just to see her smiling, but that hurt was stronger than ever in her eyes.
"Night." He grabbed her hand, which was on the backrest of the couch, and he squeezed it. Hermionie's smile faltered a little, but she stayed strong. She pulled her hand away with reluctance.
"Night Hermionie." Ron said.
"See you." She wandered up the stairs, slightly shaking. 'Get a GRIP.' She thought. She breathed slowly. Being that close to him again made her want him back. She knew better. She knew the risks, and could not take them. She opened the dorm door, and went over to her beside table. She put her hands on it and leaned against it. Shutting her eyes tight, she tried to calm down. "I'm over reacting." She said aloud. She heard steps on the other side of the door.
"Just a minute boys, I'll be right back. I just have something to take care of."
She opened her eyes, and looked at herself in the mirror. "Emma!" Hermionie threw back her curtains, grabbed a book, and hot a hold of herself just as she walked in. Hermionie was sitting on her bed, innocently flipping through some pages.
"You!" Emma said fiercely, pointing a finger at her.
"Me?" Hermionie said, closing the book and looking at the furious girl in front of her.
"What did I tell you?" Emma said.
"I dunno, what?" Hermionie asked. She knew what Emma was talking about, but playing dumb would just piss her off more.
"I told you to stay away from him!" She hollered.
"Oh yeah, that." Hermionie said, "Well, you can tell me all you want, that doesn't mean I'm actually going to follow your orders." Emma just stood there, fuming, her face turning red. "So I'd appreciate it if you'd stop asking me to stay away from him. He's my best friend."
"HE'S MY BOYFRIEND!!!" she yelled.
"Oh I doubt that."
"He is."
"Did he ask you out?"
"No."
"Did you ask him?"
"No."
"Well then, seems you got yourself an imaginary boyfriend." Hermionie said. She had no idea where these words were coming from, but she let them flow.
"Oh trust me, he's mine." Emma said with confidence.
"I wouldn't be so sure of yourself."
"HE IS."
"You know, remember that day you kissed him outside the portrait hole?" Hermionie said
"How do y-"
"I was his girlfriend at the time." Hermionie said, not losing eye contact.
"He was not."
"Was too"
"Did he ask you out?"
"Yes."
"Yeah Right. You're probably dreaming." Emma said with a roll of her eyes. Hermionie stood.
"You can ask him yourself. He had asked me out the very same afternoon, right before dinner." Hermionie said. She wasn't afraid of this girl. Emma crossed her arms, shifted her weight to one foot, and rolled her eyes.
"You're not good enough for him." Emma said.
"Oh you think that do you?"
"No," she answered, "I KNOW that." Emma had her hands on her hips.
"Whatever." Hermionie picked the book and started flipping through the pages again. She didn't know what she was looking for in the book, but she just wanted to end this conversation. She was starting to believe Emma.
"Ugh." Emma said. She just rolled her eyes. Next thing Hermionie knew, the book had been taken from her hands, and thrown across the room. Surprised, she looked up to see Emma's face very close to hers. "Let's get one thing straight alright? You're to stay away from Harry. I told you a million times. He's mine." Hermionie kept a straight face. She couldn't believe Emma was still on about this 'mine' stuff.
"And I already told you, you can give me orders, that doesn't mean I'll follow them." The girls stared at each other.
"You better follow them." She threatened.
"Or what?" Hermionie squinted at her.
"Or I'll put a nasty spell on you."
"HA!" Hermionie laughed. "A spell? I know more hexes and jinxes, than you'll ever know." Hermionie had been playing with her wand in her pocket for quite sometime, and was itching to use it, especially on Emma.
"Watch your back Granger." Emma said and backed off. She walked toward the door. Hermionie whipped out her wand, and before you can say, "bitch" Emma hit the floor. Hermionie put her wand inside her robes. She went and picked up the book Emma threw and placed it back on her bed. Emma had fallen back words after Hermionie had cast the spell, and Hermionie went to stand by her. Her eyes were wide. Hermionie didn't knock her out, oh no, that's no fun. She immobilized her. So she lay flat on the floor, looking up at Hermionie.
"Maybe you should watch yours Johnson. I don't take well to people ordering me around, especially people like you." Hermionie took out her wand again. She pointed it at Emma's face. "Now, see, you're face just sickens me." Hermionie said a few more magical words and zits appeared all over Emma's face. "That's better. Toodles!" And Hermionie left with a grin and a wave to Emma. It would be a while before Emma would regain use of her body. And those zits? Well, Hermionie made sure they wouldn't come off with a spell, oh no. Those zits had to wear off, and that took weeks. Hermionie went over to Harry and sat down with a satisfied sigh.
"What's up with you?" Harry asked. "I thought you were going to bed?"
"I changed my mind." Hermionie said with a grin.
"What are you so bloody happy about?" Ron asked from his armchair. "I had a 'talk' with Emma." Hermionie said.
"Whoa." Harry said, "What happened?"
"You really want to know?" Hermionie said with a mischievous look, and a smile to match. This made Harry shiver.
"Yes." Harry answered.
"Follow me." Hermionie said, holding her grin. Emma would freak if Harry saw her with all those zits. Hermionie stood by the stairs. "You coming?" The boys shrugged at each other and got up. Hermionie laughed, and opened the door for the boys. They both gasped.
"Hermionie!" Ron cried. Ron stood by her, and looked down at her. "She deserved this?"
"You bet she did." Hermionie answered. Harry went and stood on the other side of Emma. Her eyes got wide and fearful.
"Well," Harry said. "I don't know what to say." He grinned when he turned away. He grabbed Hermionie's arm and pulled her onto the landing.
"What did she do to deserve that?" Harry asked. Hermionie told him everything. From the warning to the threats, to the moment she threw Hermionie's book.
"Wow." He said. "That Emma?" Harry said, pointing into the dorm where Ron knelt beside her.
"The very same." Hermionie said, grin still intact.
"Go Hermionie!" Harry held up a hand. She high-fived him, and looked back at her masterpiece. She was defiantly pleased with how that day went. 'It couldn't have been better.' She thought to herself. Yes, that day had been a good one.
"Anytime Neville." Hermionie said. She just finished helping him, and he was on his way back up the stairs. Her stomach growled. She checked her watch. Still a little time left. I could catch a late dinner, She thought. She packed up her things, took them to her dorm and headed down the stairs to the Great Hall. It feels good to be alone, she thought. The great all was almost deserted, but she sat down anyway. After a few minutes, Harry entered the Hall. Is he stalking me or something? She thought. She just shrugged her shoulders and went back to her food.
"Hey." Harry said with a tired sigh. He sat down next to her and helped himself to dinner.
"Hi." Hermionie said. And for the first time in a long time, the two of them had a decent conversation. No fighting, yelling, or tears. It was just a simple friendly chat. After they both finished dinner the great hall only had a few late eaters left. Hermionie was in a MUCH better mood than she was earlier, and so was Harry. They were wandering up the stairs remembering their past adventures.
"Wonder where Fluffy is now." Harry said.
"God only knows what Hagrid did with him." Hermionie smiled. "Do you still have that flute he made you?"
"Yeah, its somewhere upstairs in my trunk." Harry answered. She smiled. They both entered the Common Room. When they got there they found Ron and Emma playing chess by the fire. Hermionie wanted to go upstairs because her mood was much better, and she didn't want Emma to ruin it.
"Hey." Harry said smiling. Ron and Emma were at the table closest to the fire, and Hermionie and Harry took a couch near them.
"Hey." Ron said without looking at him. He was concentrating on the chessboard in front of him. Harry sat on the edge of the couch watching while Hermionie had her back against the backrest, comfortably pretending Emma didn't exist. She sighed, and after she did so, she remembered what Emma had told her about staying away from Harry, and she had just walked into the Common Room with him, and sat down next to him. Ooo, Hermionie thought, that'll piss her off. Good. Emma was glaring at her. Hermionie smiled contently, and a plan formed in her head. She was planning on telling Harry what Emma had said, but there was a better way to get her to fess up, and get rid of her cute, sweet little mask she wore around the boys. Hermionie grinned evilly. She laughed evilly, then grabbed the nearest couch pillow and hit Harry with it.
"HEY! What the-" He turned around, "What did you do that for?" she had the pillow behind her back.
"Do what?" she said in mock innocence, with a smile, "I didn't do anything." Flirting would defiantly piss Emma off more, and that was Hermionie's plan.
"You just hit me with a pillow, Granger." Harry said playfully. Yes! Her plan was working.
"Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about it Potter?" She smiled
"This!" He had grabbed a pillow from behind his back and hit her upside the head with it. He didn't hit hard, but just enough to rumple her hair up.
"How dare you hit a girl!" she smacked him in the head with her pillow.
"Hey, Hey! Children, Children! Behave!" Ron said, but as Harry and Hermionie turned to look at him, he was standing before them, a pillow in each hand. With his right pillow he hit Hermionie, and with his left, he hit Harry. Emma just sat there.
"Oh go back to your game Ron! This is between me and Potter!" Hermionie said.
"Can't!" He said.
"Why not?"
"Because, I beat her already."
"Oh," Hermionie said, "Well then." She hit Ron in the side with her pillow. She saw Harry and Ron look at each other and grin mischievously. "Oh no. This can't be good." And they both attacked her, hitting her with pillows. Hermionie laughed and screamed for them to stop, but they didn't. She was laughing so hard her sides hurt. Once they'd stop, her hair was bushier than ever, and Harry's glasses were knocked off one ear. Hermionie laughed at him. Emma was still just sitting there watching. She was positively fuming that Hermionie was getting all this attention. Hermionie smoothed out her hair to normal size, and smiled at Emma. Emma was giving her the death glare. Hermionie held her smile and then set her pillow down. Harry and Ron did the same. Emma stayed at her chair at the table while Ron took a seat in a nearby armchair. He sat down with a sigh. Harry looked over at Emma, and her glare vanished.
"Not easy to beat him huh?" Harry was trying to be friendly, despite the fact he hated her guts for insulting Hermionie. She'd crossed the line there.
"Yeah," she threw back on her sweet innocent smile. She is such a fake, Hermionie thought. "He's a tough player." Ron smiled at the compliment. Emma wasn't nearly pissed off enough for Hermionie. It was time to get dirty. She silently laughed to herself. She scooted closer to Harry, closing the gap. Harry looked at her funny. Since Emma was watching her every move, she couldn't tell Harry was she was up to. He'd have to figure it out for himself. Oh well, She thought, more fun for me! She was sitting right next to Harry, leg touching leg. She was watching her knee, and then she looked up at Harry. 'What the,' he thought. Hermionie looked at Harry, and then looked at Emma. Harry understood what she was up to. 'This should be good,' Harry thought. He looked over at Emma, and she was smiling sweetly, but there was a hint of forcement in that smile. Harry placed an arm around Hermionie, and she snuggled closer, and laid her head on his shoulder. Hermionie took a peek at Ron, whose eyebrow was raised. Hermionie smiled at him and moved her eyes to Emma. Ron didn't understand, but just sat back to watch the show. Harry kissed Hermionie's forehead and she smiled in contentment. Hermionie now realized what a bad idea this was. But she couldn't back down now. Harry had his hand on her upper arm and he squeezed her to his side. She just kept her head on his shoulder and acted the best she could, like she was enjoying herself. Problem was, she was only half acting, and she was beginning to enjoy the warmth of Harry's body next to hers. 'Mistake!!' she thought to herself. 'Big mistake!!' She didn't know what to do. Emma was just sitting there and it was quiet. There was a way to get out of this, but it would take a little work on her part. But there was also a little part of her that didn't want to get out of this. She was NOT going to fall for him again; it would only lead to bad things. Plan B.
"Did you finish you're potions homework?" Hermionie lifted her head and looked at him. He stared back. 'Why is there pain in her eyes? Why is she hurting? I haven't done anything wrong, this was her idea.' Harry thought. 'Girls are just too complicated for me. I'll just sit here and play along, and if she wants to tell me what's bothering her, she can. I'm not going to ask.'
"Erm, no I didn't." He answered.
"It's due next week." Emma chimed in. "I could help you with it Harry?" 'I bet that's just what you want. One on one 'tutoring'.' Hermionie thought.
"No, that's alright." Harry said. Last thing he wanted was to be alone with her. "I'll ask Hermionie if I need help." Harry turned to look at Hermionie and smiled at her. She melted. That grin always got her. 'Get a grip Hermionie!' she thought to herself. 'Okay, you're going to get up, and walk away from this before it goes any further and you lose it.' And she looked at Harry and got up. Fun time was over…almost.
"I'm going up to bed for now." She said. She walked around the backside of the couch, behind Harry. "Night." And she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. He spun his head around just to see her smiling, but that hurt was stronger than ever in her eyes.
"Night." He grabbed her hand, which was on the backrest of the couch, and he squeezed it. Hermionie's smile faltered a little, but she stayed strong. She pulled her hand away with reluctance.
"Night Hermionie." Ron said.
"See you." She wandered up the stairs, slightly shaking. 'Get a GRIP.' She thought. She breathed slowly. Being that close to him again made her want him back. She knew better. She knew the risks, and could not take them. She opened the dorm door, and went over to her beside table. She put her hands on it and leaned against it. Shutting her eyes tight, she tried to calm down. "I'm over reacting." She said aloud. She heard steps on the other side of the door.
"Just a minute boys, I'll be right back. I just have something to take care of."
She opened her eyes, and looked at herself in the mirror. "Emma!" Hermionie threw back her curtains, grabbed a book, and hot a hold of herself just as she walked in. Hermionie was sitting on her bed, innocently flipping through some pages.
"You!" Emma said fiercely, pointing a finger at her.
"Me?" Hermionie said, closing the book and looking at the furious girl in front of her.
"What did I tell you?" Emma said.
"I dunno, what?" Hermionie asked. She knew what Emma was talking about, but playing dumb would just piss her off more.
"I told you to stay away from him!" She hollered.
"Oh yeah, that." Hermionie said, "Well, you can tell me all you want, that doesn't mean I'm actually going to follow your orders." Emma just stood there, fuming, her face turning red. "So I'd appreciate it if you'd stop asking me to stay away from him. He's my best friend."
"HE'S MY BOYFRIEND!!!" she yelled.
"Oh I doubt that."
"He is."
"Did he ask you out?"
"No."
"Did you ask him?"
"No."
"Well then, seems you got yourself an imaginary boyfriend." Hermionie said. She had no idea where these words were coming from, but she let them flow.
"Oh trust me, he's mine." Emma said with confidence.
"I wouldn't be so sure of yourself."
"HE IS."
"You know, remember that day you kissed him outside the portrait hole?" Hermionie said
"How do y-"
"I was his girlfriend at the time." Hermionie said, not losing eye contact.
"He was not."
"Was too"
"Did he ask you out?"
"Yes."
"Yeah Right. You're probably dreaming." Emma said with a roll of her eyes. Hermionie stood.
"You can ask him yourself. He had asked me out the very same afternoon, right before dinner." Hermionie said. She wasn't afraid of this girl. Emma crossed her arms, shifted her weight to one foot, and rolled her eyes.
"You're not good enough for him." Emma said.
"Oh you think that do you?"
"No," she answered, "I KNOW that." Emma had her hands on her hips.
"Whatever." Hermionie picked the book and started flipping through the pages again. She didn't know what she was looking for in the book, but she just wanted to end this conversation. She was starting to believe Emma.
"Ugh." Emma said. She just rolled her eyes. Next thing Hermionie knew, the book had been taken from her hands, and thrown across the room. Surprised, she looked up to see Emma's face very close to hers. "Let's get one thing straight alright? You're to stay away from Harry. I told you a million times. He's mine." Hermionie kept a straight face. She couldn't believe Emma was still on about this 'mine' stuff.
"And I already told you, you can give me orders, that doesn't mean I'll follow them." The girls stared at each other.
"You better follow them." She threatened.
"Or what?" Hermionie squinted at her.
"Or I'll put a nasty spell on you."
"HA!" Hermionie laughed. "A spell? I know more hexes and jinxes, than you'll ever know." Hermionie had been playing with her wand in her pocket for quite sometime, and was itching to use it, especially on Emma.
"Watch your back Granger." Emma said and backed off. She walked toward the door. Hermionie whipped out her wand, and before you can say, "bitch" Emma hit the floor. Hermionie put her wand inside her robes. She went and picked up the book Emma threw and placed it back on her bed. Emma had fallen back words after Hermionie had cast the spell, and Hermionie went to stand by her. Her eyes were wide. Hermionie didn't knock her out, oh no, that's no fun. She immobilized her. So she lay flat on the floor, looking up at Hermionie.
"Maybe you should watch yours Johnson. I don't take well to people ordering me around, especially people like you." Hermionie took out her wand again. She pointed it at Emma's face. "Now, see, you're face just sickens me." Hermionie said a few more magical words and zits appeared all over Emma's face. "That's better. Toodles!" And Hermionie left with a grin and a wave to Emma. It would be a while before Emma would regain use of her body. And those zits? Well, Hermionie made sure they wouldn't come off with a spell, oh no. Those zits had to wear off, and that took weeks. Hermionie went over to Harry and sat down with a satisfied sigh.
"What's up with you?" Harry asked. "I thought you were going to bed?"
"I changed my mind." Hermionie said with a grin.
"What are you so bloody happy about?" Ron asked from his armchair. "I had a 'talk' with Emma." Hermionie said.
"Whoa." Harry said, "What happened?"
"You really want to know?" Hermionie said with a mischievous look, and a smile to match. This made Harry shiver.
"Yes." Harry answered.
"Follow me." Hermionie said, holding her grin. Emma would freak if Harry saw her with all those zits. Hermionie stood by the stairs. "You coming?" The boys shrugged at each other and got up. Hermionie laughed, and opened the door for the boys. They both gasped.
"Hermionie!" Ron cried. Ron stood by her, and looked down at her. "She deserved this?"
"You bet she did." Hermionie answered. Harry went and stood on the other side of Emma. Her eyes got wide and fearful.
"Well," Harry said. "I don't know what to say." He grinned when he turned away. He grabbed Hermionie's arm and pulled her onto the landing.
"What did she do to deserve that?" Harry asked. Hermionie told him everything. From the warning to the threats, to the moment she threw Hermionie's book.
"Wow." He said. "That Emma?" Harry said, pointing into the dorm where Ron knelt beside her.
"The very same." Hermionie said, grin still intact.
"Go Hermionie!" Harry held up a hand. She high-fived him, and looked back at her masterpiece. She was defiantly pleased with how that day went. 'It couldn't have been better.' She thought to herself. Yes, that day had been a good one.