Diagon Alley
Harry awoke the next morning with the sun shining brightly in his eyes. Ron and Ginny had apparently woken up and went downstairs already. Hermione was still asleep beside him. Harry rolled onto his side, which blocked the sun, and allowed him to face Hermione. Harry closed his eyes and thought how lucky he was to have her and Ron. Six years ago, Harry told Hagrid that he wouldn't fit in at all. But now Harry realized that he fit in just fine. Life couldn't have been better. Fifteen minutes later, Harry heard Hermione move. "Harry, you're awake, I know you too well," said Hermione softly.
"Yeah, I know. How did you sleep??" Asked Harry, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Great, how about you??" Hermione asked reaching her arms above her head to stretch. She also extended her legs to make her body as long as possible.
"That's probably the best I've slept ever. Although you did say stuff in your sleep, like 'Oh Ron I love you so much!'" said Harry, making his voice higher in pitch to sound like a girl.
"I do not do that! You were like 'Oh Cho! Be mine forever and always!'" Hermione joked. They both laughed. Then somebody came in.
"Good, you two are awake. Mum and Dad decided that we should probably eat at Diagon Alley. I'm not exactly sure why, but you two had better hurry," said Ron. He left them to get dressed and Harry and Hermione heard his feet walk downstairs.
"Okay, you're either going to change in the closet or you're going to wait outside until I'm finished changing," said Hermione, getting up.
"How about you change in the closet or you wait outside for me to get dressed. I know that you want to see me get down to my skivvies, I know you love me," said Harry, standing up, a grin on his face. Harry was almost a head taller than Hermione. Puberty had definitely hit them.... Hard.
"Harry, you're so full of yourself! Fine, I'll change in the closet," said Hermione, also smiling. She grabbed her clothes, walked into Ron's closet, turned on the light, and closed the door. Harry changed as quickly as he could. He pulled a pair of jeans and a maroon tee shirt out of his trunk. Hermione emerged about a minute later.
"Damn you're really quick," said Harry, buttoning his pants. He was shirtless and Hermione found it very difficult to breathe. She tried to act as normal as possible, but was failing miserably. Harry took off his glasses and pulled his shirt over his head. A moment or so later, Harry put his glasses back on again. "Are you all right, Hermione??" said Harry, knowing that she was gaping at him due to his looks from Quidditch. Although he hadn't played for about a year, he still managed to look great.
"Wha- Oh yeah, I'm fine," said Hermione, blushing a deep scarlet. Harry laughed and shook his head. "We'd better get going before Ron comes up here again." They walked downstairs to see Ginny, Ron, and Mr Weasley standing by the fireplace.
"Are you two ready??" asked Ron impatiently.
"Yeah, we're ready to go," said Hermione. Ron stepped into the fireplace, took some Floo Powder, and he was soon eaten by the green flames. Hermione went in next, and then Harry. Finally Ginny and Mr Weasley appeared in Diagon Alley, and they were ready to buy their school supplies. Their first stop was Gringotts Wizard Bank, where Mr Weasley, Harry, and Hermione withdrew some money from their vaults. The Weasleys' fortune had improved dramatically, and where no longer as poor as sewer rats. But Harry still had a lot more Galleons in his vault than anyone else's. He grabbed about two handfuls and put them in his pocket for safekeeping.
Their next stop Madam Malkin's Robes shop. They had all outgrown their robes and Mr Weasley thought it was appropriate to buy Ginny and Ron new ones. Their Hogwarts letter also implied that a dress robe was required. Ron groaned. "I hate those things. They're all frilly and uncool," he said. Harry snorted. Hermione and Ginny shook their heads in disgust. They were all measured by the short and stubby witch. They waited a while for their robes to get finished, and then they were on their way.
"Is anyone getting hungry??" asked Mr Weasley after his stomach growled due to lack of breakfast that morning. Everyone nodded his or her heads. "Let's go to the Leaky Cauldron." They walked down the crowded street and into the smoky pub. "Tom, might we be able to still get breakfast??" asked Mr Weasley politely.
"O' course! Why not??" said Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron. Mr Weasley asked everyone what they wanted, and they all answered waffles. They were served within five minutes, ate slowly, paid, and were back in Diagon Alley at eleven thirty.
"Where to now??" asked Hermione. Everyone pointed to Flourish and Blott's BookStore. It wasn't as crowded as usual, but it was difficult to find all of their books. The sixth years were required to buy:
Advanced Charm Work by Wanda B. Out
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
Antidotes and Other Cures by Pansy Onfire
Potions for Dummies by Stupinda Azkanbee
Life, Death, and Defense: and Defense Guide by Dwane Dregawny
And Sticks to Stones by Phyllis McBrown
"Potions for Dummies?? How 'stupinda' does Snape think we are??" asked Ron, rolling his eyes. Hermione nodded, knowing that Ron was right about Snape misjudging them. Harry laughed at his joke.
"I'd guess pretty stupid. But maybe Snape has quit or something," said Harry hopefully.
"Okay, Harry. But you know how he is. Not to take anyone's side or anything, but I think that the reason he picks on you is because of his life when he was at school. You remember telling Ron and me what you saw. Your dad picked on him, and your mum stuck up for him. But they still hooked up," said Hermione.
"I know that, Hermione, but times change. It's called 'forgive and forget,'" said Harry, picking up a copy of Antidotes and Other Cures.
"Maybe he didn't have time to forgive your dad. His life was short," said Hermione. Harry hated talking about this subject.
"Must we talk about this??" asked Harry quietly.
"No," said Hermione gently. "I'm sorry I pressed the matter." Hermione, Ron, and Harry quickly gathered the rest of their books, paid and waited for Ginny and Mr Weasley to finish. They all sat on a small bench outside, tired, and wanting to go home. Hermione's head rested on Harry's shoulder, her eyes closed. They seemed to be growing apart from Ron, and Harry didn't want that to happen. Ron started reading Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. Ten minutes later, Ginny and Mr Weasley came outside.
"Are you guys ready to go?? It's nearly two," said Mr Weasley.
"Yeah, we're ready," said Harry. He gently shook Hermione. "She fell asleep." Hermione opened her eyes and slowly stood up. Harry got up as well, whom did Ron then follow.
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"We're home!" Ginny called. Fred and George thundered down the stairs.
"Hey! Um.... we want to know your opinion on this," said one of the twins. They both handed Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione a small red gumball shaped thing. "Go ahead, try it." They each slowly put it in their mouths, and then immediately spat it back out.
"Water! I need water!" said Ginny frantically. All four of them grabbed a cup and chugged down a glass of water. "You're trying to kill us before we graduate from Hogwarts."
"Not exactly. We just want to sell them," said Fred. "They're called fireballs. They really set your mouth on fire."
"Please, don't let us be your guinea pigs any more," said Harry, starting to walk upstairs. He got up to Ron's bedroom and decided that he needed to lie down for a while. He put his purchases into his trunk, laid down, and let himself drift slowly to sleep.
A few hours must've passed because the next time he looked out the window, the sun was beginning to set. Harry put his glasses on and walked downstairs to the warm and good-smelling kitchen. "Did you sleep well??" asked Hermione when he sat down next to her on the couch, looking up from her book.
"Fine, thank you. Have you been reading all of this time??" He asked, yawning. Hermione nodded. "Damn, that's a long time," said Harry. He yawned again.
"You must be very tired. Why did you wake up?? You could've slept 'till tomorrow morning if you wanted to," said Hermione, continuing her reading. "Anyways. It's about time for dinner. Come on," said Hermione, standing up. Harry stood up after her, and followed Hermione to the kitchen. They sat down where they had sat last night. Mrs Weasley soon put plates of food in front of them.
"Sleep well, Harry??" she asked, sounding very welcoming. Harry nodded, and smiled politely. "Well, it was a long day compared to what you must've been doing all summer." The rest of the Weasleys soon came and sat down, and soon started with their meal. Approximately forty minutes later, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were finished.
"Up for another round of flying, Hermione??" Harry joked.
"I guess so," she said, standing up from her chair.
Harry gaped at her, not believing what she had just said. "Are you kidding??" he asked, his mouth still wide open.
"No. I feel more comfortable with it. But I don't know if I'm ready to do it alone," she said truthfully, a smile on her face. Harry smiled as well.
"It's a excuse," Ron whispered in Harry's ear.
"I heard that, Ron!" said Hermione, playfully hitting him on the arm. Ron rolled his eyes and stood up.
"All right, all right. I'll be on the broom with you, but you've gotta go higher than yesterday, deal??" Harry asked, his voice rising in pitch.
Hermione bit her lip for saying that. She thought a moment. "Deal." Ron and his friends walked outside, he grabbed two brooms from the small shed, mounted on, and kicked off from the ground. Harry and Hermione did the same on the other. Since Harry's legs were noticeably longer than Hermione's, he pushed off from the ground. "How high??" Hermione asked, sounding a bit frightened.
"A little higher," said Harry. Hermione pulled the front of the broom up. "Higher." Hermione continued to sail the broom upward. "A little more...." She pulled up again. "That's good."
Hermione looked down. "Oh my God.... OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod!" she slurred again like yesterday. They were higher than ever before. "Harry, y-you did that on p-purpose!" Hermione choked.
"Okay, go lower. As low as you want," Harry whispered.
"That sounds so wrong," Hermione muttered. Harry laughed as Hermione brought them lower to the ground. "You get off this broom, you're such a back seat driver," said Hermione, breathing regularly now.
"Are you sure," said Harry, is voice sounding very seductive. Hermione thought a moment.
"Okay, stay on. But I'm going in soon. I'm a bit tired. Plus I want to finish my book," said Hermione. Harry shook his head and they soared up once more.
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About an hour passed when the three went inside. It was nearly dark outside, and Ron, Harry, and Hermione were about to collapse. "I call shower!" said Hermione, running inside.
"Harry, you can go before me, then I'll go," said Ron, putting the brooms away. Harry nodded in agreement.
"Ron, are you all right. You seem very distant lately," said Harry once they got up to his room. Hermione was humming to herself in the shower, which caused Ron and Harry to laugh a bit.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I just can't stop thinking of Laven- I mean. Yeah, I'm fine," said Ron, turning the color of his hair.
"Lavender Brown. You like her??" Harry asked, his eyes widening. Ron regretted what he had said and turned even brighter than before.
"Yeah. I kinda asked her out before term ended. I've been sending letters to her all summer, and she's replied all of them so far...." Ron said. Harry smiled. A moment or so later, Hermione game into the room, her hair dripping at the ends, and wearing pajamas. Harry got up and walked out to the lavatory. He turned the shower on and stepped in. He let the warm water pour on his body, which calmed him. Harry quickly washed his hair, and then got out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around his waist and walked back to Ron's room.
"Your turn!" Harry said to Ron as he entered the room. He got up from his bed and left the room. Harry crossed the room and grabbed his pajamas from his trunk. "I'll go change in the closet," he said, winking at Hermione. She laughed. Harry walked into the closet and put his boxer short on as well as his pajama pants. He then walked out.
"Must you do that??" asked Hermione, looking up from her book.
"Do what??" Harry asked innocently.
"Come in without your shirt, trying to make me breathless, succeed, and...." Hermione trailed off. Harry smiled.
"I must be very attractive or something," said Harry jokingly. Hermione shook her head and smiled slightly.
"Like I said before. Harry, you're so full of yourself!" said Hermione. Harry sat down next to her, still shirtless. "Please stop...." Hermione pleaded. Harry merely smiled again.
"Sorry, I can't. It's really hot. How else will I be able to cool off??" asked Harry.
"Why don't you go outside or something??" Hermione suggested.
"Hermione, it's hotter outside than it is it here. Remember, air conditioning," said Harry, winking. Hermione shook her head.
"Well, I've finished my book," Hermione announced when Ron came into the room.
"What book were you reading??" Harry asked curiously. Hermione handed him the book. "Cirque du Freak?? I heard those were good," said Harry.
"You should read it. I think you'd like it," said Hermione. "Well, I'm going to bed, I don't know about you two," said Hermione, zipping her sleeping bag up. Harry did so as well, that is, after he put his shirt on for Hermione's sake.
"G'night you two," said Ron, climbing into bed.
"See you in the morning," said Harry.
"Good night, Harry," said Hermione. For the third time in the past two days, Hermione kissed his cheek again. 'Something isn't normal about her,' Harry thought. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
A while later, Ginny must've come in, because Harry had woken up and saw a tall red haired person walk in. "G'night, Gin," he whispered.
He saw her smile. "G'night, Harry," she said back. Harry smiled and drifted to sleep once again.
Harry awoke the next morning with the sun shining brightly in his eyes. Ron and Ginny had apparently woken up and went downstairs already. Hermione was still asleep beside him. Harry rolled onto his side, which blocked the sun, and allowed him to face Hermione. Harry closed his eyes and thought how lucky he was to have her and Ron. Six years ago, Harry told Hagrid that he wouldn't fit in at all. But now Harry realized that he fit in just fine. Life couldn't have been better. Fifteen minutes later, Harry heard Hermione move. "Harry, you're awake, I know you too well," said Hermione softly.
"Yeah, I know. How did you sleep??" Asked Harry, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Great, how about you??" Hermione asked reaching her arms above her head to stretch. She also extended her legs to make her body as long as possible.
"That's probably the best I've slept ever. Although you did say stuff in your sleep, like 'Oh Ron I love you so much!'" said Harry, making his voice higher in pitch to sound like a girl.
"I do not do that! You were like 'Oh Cho! Be mine forever and always!'" Hermione joked. They both laughed. Then somebody came in.
"Good, you two are awake. Mum and Dad decided that we should probably eat at Diagon Alley. I'm not exactly sure why, but you two had better hurry," said Ron. He left them to get dressed and Harry and Hermione heard his feet walk downstairs.
"Okay, you're either going to change in the closet or you're going to wait outside until I'm finished changing," said Hermione, getting up.
"How about you change in the closet or you wait outside for me to get dressed. I know that you want to see me get down to my skivvies, I know you love me," said Harry, standing up, a grin on his face. Harry was almost a head taller than Hermione. Puberty had definitely hit them.... Hard.
"Harry, you're so full of yourself! Fine, I'll change in the closet," said Hermione, also smiling. She grabbed her clothes, walked into Ron's closet, turned on the light, and closed the door. Harry changed as quickly as he could. He pulled a pair of jeans and a maroon tee shirt out of his trunk. Hermione emerged about a minute later.
"Damn you're really quick," said Harry, buttoning his pants. He was shirtless and Hermione found it very difficult to breathe. She tried to act as normal as possible, but was failing miserably. Harry took off his glasses and pulled his shirt over his head. A moment or so later, Harry put his glasses back on again. "Are you all right, Hermione??" said Harry, knowing that she was gaping at him due to his looks from Quidditch. Although he hadn't played for about a year, he still managed to look great.
"Wha- Oh yeah, I'm fine," said Hermione, blushing a deep scarlet. Harry laughed and shook his head. "We'd better get going before Ron comes up here again." They walked downstairs to see Ginny, Ron, and Mr Weasley standing by the fireplace.
"Are you two ready??" asked Ron impatiently.
"Yeah, we're ready to go," said Hermione. Ron stepped into the fireplace, took some Floo Powder, and he was soon eaten by the green flames. Hermione went in next, and then Harry. Finally Ginny and Mr Weasley appeared in Diagon Alley, and they were ready to buy their school supplies. Their first stop was Gringotts Wizard Bank, where Mr Weasley, Harry, and Hermione withdrew some money from their vaults. The Weasleys' fortune had improved dramatically, and where no longer as poor as sewer rats. But Harry still had a lot more Galleons in his vault than anyone else's. He grabbed about two handfuls and put them in his pocket for safekeeping.
Their next stop Madam Malkin's Robes shop. They had all outgrown their robes and Mr Weasley thought it was appropriate to buy Ginny and Ron new ones. Their Hogwarts letter also implied that a dress robe was required. Ron groaned. "I hate those things. They're all frilly and uncool," he said. Harry snorted. Hermione and Ginny shook their heads in disgust. They were all measured by the short and stubby witch. They waited a while for their robes to get finished, and then they were on their way.
"Is anyone getting hungry??" asked Mr Weasley after his stomach growled due to lack of breakfast that morning. Everyone nodded his or her heads. "Let's go to the Leaky Cauldron." They walked down the crowded street and into the smoky pub. "Tom, might we be able to still get breakfast??" asked Mr Weasley politely.
"O' course! Why not??" said Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron. Mr Weasley asked everyone what they wanted, and they all answered waffles. They were served within five minutes, ate slowly, paid, and were back in Diagon Alley at eleven thirty.
"Where to now??" asked Hermione. Everyone pointed to Flourish and Blott's BookStore. It wasn't as crowded as usual, but it was difficult to find all of their books. The sixth years were required to buy:
Advanced Charm Work by Wanda B. Out
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
Antidotes and Other Cures by Pansy Onfire
Potions for Dummies by Stupinda Azkanbee
Life, Death, and Defense: and Defense Guide by Dwane Dregawny
And Sticks to Stones by Phyllis McBrown
"Potions for Dummies?? How 'stupinda' does Snape think we are??" asked Ron, rolling his eyes. Hermione nodded, knowing that Ron was right about Snape misjudging them. Harry laughed at his joke.
"I'd guess pretty stupid. But maybe Snape has quit or something," said Harry hopefully.
"Okay, Harry. But you know how he is. Not to take anyone's side or anything, but I think that the reason he picks on you is because of his life when he was at school. You remember telling Ron and me what you saw. Your dad picked on him, and your mum stuck up for him. But they still hooked up," said Hermione.
"I know that, Hermione, but times change. It's called 'forgive and forget,'" said Harry, picking up a copy of Antidotes and Other Cures.
"Maybe he didn't have time to forgive your dad. His life was short," said Hermione. Harry hated talking about this subject.
"Must we talk about this??" asked Harry quietly.
"No," said Hermione gently. "I'm sorry I pressed the matter." Hermione, Ron, and Harry quickly gathered the rest of their books, paid and waited for Ginny and Mr Weasley to finish. They all sat on a small bench outside, tired, and wanting to go home. Hermione's head rested on Harry's shoulder, her eyes closed. They seemed to be growing apart from Ron, and Harry didn't want that to happen. Ron started reading Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. Ten minutes later, Ginny and Mr Weasley came outside.
"Are you guys ready to go?? It's nearly two," said Mr Weasley.
"Yeah, we're ready," said Harry. He gently shook Hermione. "She fell asleep." Hermione opened her eyes and slowly stood up. Harry got up as well, whom did Ron then follow.
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"We're home!" Ginny called. Fred and George thundered down the stairs.
"Hey! Um.... we want to know your opinion on this," said one of the twins. They both handed Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione a small red gumball shaped thing. "Go ahead, try it." They each slowly put it in their mouths, and then immediately spat it back out.
"Water! I need water!" said Ginny frantically. All four of them grabbed a cup and chugged down a glass of water. "You're trying to kill us before we graduate from Hogwarts."
"Not exactly. We just want to sell them," said Fred. "They're called fireballs. They really set your mouth on fire."
"Please, don't let us be your guinea pigs any more," said Harry, starting to walk upstairs. He got up to Ron's bedroom and decided that he needed to lie down for a while. He put his purchases into his trunk, laid down, and let himself drift slowly to sleep.
A few hours must've passed because the next time he looked out the window, the sun was beginning to set. Harry put his glasses on and walked downstairs to the warm and good-smelling kitchen. "Did you sleep well??" asked Hermione when he sat down next to her on the couch, looking up from her book.
"Fine, thank you. Have you been reading all of this time??" He asked, yawning. Hermione nodded. "Damn, that's a long time," said Harry. He yawned again.
"You must be very tired. Why did you wake up?? You could've slept 'till tomorrow morning if you wanted to," said Hermione, continuing her reading. "Anyways. It's about time for dinner. Come on," said Hermione, standing up. Harry stood up after her, and followed Hermione to the kitchen. They sat down where they had sat last night. Mrs Weasley soon put plates of food in front of them.
"Sleep well, Harry??" she asked, sounding very welcoming. Harry nodded, and smiled politely. "Well, it was a long day compared to what you must've been doing all summer." The rest of the Weasleys soon came and sat down, and soon started with their meal. Approximately forty minutes later, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were finished.
"Up for another round of flying, Hermione??" Harry joked.
"I guess so," she said, standing up from her chair.
Harry gaped at her, not believing what she had just said. "Are you kidding??" he asked, his mouth still wide open.
"No. I feel more comfortable with it. But I don't know if I'm ready to do it alone," she said truthfully, a smile on her face. Harry smiled as well.
"It's a excuse," Ron whispered in Harry's ear.
"I heard that, Ron!" said Hermione, playfully hitting him on the arm. Ron rolled his eyes and stood up.
"All right, all right. I'll be on the broom with you, but you've gotta go higher than yesterday, deal??" Harry asked, his voice rising in pitch.
Hermione bit her lip for saying that. She thought a moment. "Deal." Ron and his friends walked outside, he grabbed two brooms from the small shed, mounted on, and kicked off from the ground. Harry and Hermione did the same on the other. Since Harry's legs were noticeably longer than Hermione's, he pushed off from the ground. "How high??" Hermione asked, sounding a bit frightened.
"A little higher," said Harry. Hermione pulled the front of the broom up. "Higher." Hermione continued to sail the broom upward. "A little more...." She pulled up again. "That's good."
Hermione looked down. "Oh my God.... OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod!" she slurred again like yesterday. They were higher than ever before. "Harry, y-you did that on p-purpose!" Hermione choked.
"Okay, go lower. As low as you want," Harry whispered.
"That sounds so wrong," Hermione muttered. Harry laughed as Hermione brought them lower to the ground. "You get off this broom, you're such a back seat driver," said Hermione, breathing regularly now.
"Are you sure," said Harry, is voice sounding very seductive. Hermione thought a moment.
"Okay, stay on. But I'm going in soon. I'm a bit tired. Plus I want to finish my book," said Hermione. Harry shook his head and they soared up once more.
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About an hour passed when the three went inside. It was nearly dark outside, and Ron, Harry, and Hermione were about to collapse. "I call shower!" said Hermione, running inside.
"Harry, you can go before me, then I'll go," said Ron, putting the brooms away. Harry nodded in agreement.
"Ron, are you all right. You seem very distant lately," said Harry once they got up to his room. Hermione was humming to herself in the shower, which caused Ron and Harry to laugh a bit.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I just can't stop thinking of Laven- I mean. Yeah, I'm fine," said Ron, turning the color of his hair.
"Lavender Brown. You like her??" Harry asked, his eyes widening. Ron regretted what he had said and turned even brighter than before.
"Yeah. I kinda asked her out before term ended. I've been sending letters to her all summer, and she's replied all of them so far...." Ron said. Harry smiled. A moment or so later, Hermione game into the room, her hair dripping at the ends, and wearing pajamas. Harry got up and walked out to the lavatory. He turned the shower on and stepped in. He let the warm water pour on his body, which calmed him. Harry quickly washed his hair, and then got out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around his waist and walked back to Ron's room.
"Your turn!" Harry said to Ron as he entered the room. He got up from his bed and left the room. Harry crossed the room and grabbed his pajamas from his trunk. "I'll go change in the closet," he said, winking at Hermione. She laughed. Harry walked into the closet and put his boxer short on as well as his pajama pants. He then walked out.
"Must you do that??" asked Hermione, looking up from her book.
"Do what??" Harry asked innocently.
"Come in without your shirt, trying to make me breathless, succeed, and...." Hermione trailed off. Harry smiled.
"I must be very attractive or something," said Harry jokingly. Hermione shook her head and smiled slightly.
"Like I said before. Harry, you're so full of yourself!" said Hermione. Harry sat down next to her, still shirtless. "Please stop...." Hermione pleaded. Harry merely smiled again.
"Sorry, I can't. It's really hot. How else will I be able to cool off??" asked Harry.
"Why don't you go outside or something??" Hermione suggested.
"Hermione, it's hotter outside than it is it here. Remember, air conditioning," said Harry, winking. Hermione shook her head.
"Well, I've finished my book," Hermione announced when Ron came into the room.
"What book were you reading??" Harry asked curiously. Hermione handed him the book. "Cirque du Freak?? I heard those were good," said Harry.
"You should read it. I think you'd like it," said Hermione. "Well, I'm going to bed, I don't know about you two," said Hermione, zipping her sleeping bag up. Harry did so as well, that is, after he put his shirt on for Hermione's sake.
"G'night you two," said Ron, climbing into bed.
"See you in the morning," said Harry.
"Good night, Harry," said Hermione. For the third time in the past two days, Hermione kissed his cheek again. 'Something isn't normal about her,' Harry thought. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
A while later, Ginny must've come in, because Harry had woken up and saw a tall red haired person walk in. "G'night, Gin," he whispered.
He saw her smile. "G'night, Harry," she said back. Harry smiled and drifted to sleep once again.