Hermione ducked a stunning spell that was shot at her and dive bombed across the carpet, trying to knock over her opponent. She succeeded but was soon greeted with the familiar feeling of dizziness that one attained when standing up too quickly.

While she tried to stand on her own two feet without falling over, a petrifying spell landed smack on her chest and she fell over, her legs and arms stiffly by her sides. Cursing herself for being so stupid, she could only watch helplessly as her opponent stood over her.

"What have I told you about that move? Don't do it unless you are sure you won't get a head rush from it!" Professor Lupin exclaimed in an exasperated voice. Hermione, having been rendered completely paralyzed, could only glare at him.

"I understand that having Harry here is slightly distracting but that does not mean that you can get carried away and forget to practice."

Ohhh...how she wished she could give him the finger.

"Finite Incantantem."

Hermione felt her body loosening and she could finally remove her arms from being pinned to her stomach. She rubbed her left shoulder and shakily stood up. When she concluded that she hadn't gained any life-threatening fractures, she looked Professor Lupin straight in the eye and opened her mouth.

"You're mean."

Not the award-winning witty insult she had hoped for, but it was a start. Professor Lupin sighed and sat down on an armchair.

"I'm sorry if I'm pushing you too much, Hermione. You've already done much more than can be expected for someone your age. I'm just worried I suppose."

He looked so frail and tired at that moment that all the irritation that Hermione experienced a few minutes ago dissolved.

"It's all right. I understand, I suppose. Maybe I should have spent more time practicing. It's just...well I never expected Harry to fly out of the second floor window and that I would hijack the flying motorcycle of a dead Marauder and fly after him and then almost get squished by an airplane and then have to save him from certain death after sending a petrifying spell at his annoying-Gryffindor-arse."

Lupin merely raised his left eyebrow.

"Are you finished with your little soliloquy?"

"Yes, I suppose I am. I just can't wait for Harry to wake up so I can hug him. Then curse him so much that his even his scar wouldn't know what hit him."

"Ok, so I guess coming downstairs for a glass of water was a bad idea."

Hermione spun around, spotting a small figure standing on the staircase.

"Harry."

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