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"Hey Harry," Hermione began again, looking at him with a semi-confused look on her face.
"Yes?" Harry asked automatically, not really thinking.
"Where am I going to sleep?" Hermione asked, looking around the flat.
"Um—" Harry began as he looked around the flat as well. "You're going to conjure up a bed, right?"
"Were you aware that intense emotional stress sometimes had a slightly—er--large effect on one's magical ability?" Hermione asked as though it were just some random, irrelevant fact.
"Actually, I do believe I've heard that before," Harry said as he looked around, hoping to see something to solve their problem that his eyes had somehow managed to previously not see.
"Yeah, so aren't you going to conjure up a bed for me?" Hermione asked bluntly.
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"Would you like a futon or a normal couch?" The salesman asked Harry as he led him through countless rows full of couches and futons in every imaginable color and style.
"Couch, I guess," Harry said as he looked around in wonder.
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"Always go with futon!" Harry muttered under his breath.
He had been trying to save money at the time. Why save money? He had an enormous inheritance and a steady job! A futon would've been much more practical. Then again, he hadn't counted on his best friend moving in…
"What?" Hermione asked, looking at him oddly.
"Nothing," Harry said quickly.
He sighed.
"You know I suck at conjuring spells. It would disappear an hour," Harry said with another sigh.
"I see," Hermione said quietly.
"I call bed!" Harry and Hermione both called out at the same exact time.
"But I get it!" Hermione argued, almost playfully, "I am the girl here. And I'm your guest. And—" Hermione trailed off with a sad look on her face.
Harry buried his head in his hands. She was the girl. And she was under a great deal of emotional distress.
But he did have to work tomorrow.
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Because of these reasons and many others, the Boy Who Lived soon found himself splitting a bed with his best friend. His comforting twin sized bed had always seemed the perfect size. Tonight, it somehow seemed all too small.
"Harry?" Hermione asked from beside him.
"Yes?" Harry asked miserably. He was currently scrunched on the left side of the very small bed, almost falling off as Hermione comfortably spread out over the rest of his bed.
"Are you still away?" Hermione asked.
"Looks like it," Harry said with a sigh. "You?"
"Looks like it," Hermione responded.
"Comfortable?"
"Yes," Hermione said happily.
"That's nice," Harry said as he tried to figure out whether the couch would be more comfortable than the bed.
"You?"
"Loads."
"Really?"
"I'm thinking about going on the couch."
"Oh, no, you need sleep. You have to go to work tomorrow."
Harry sighed as he tried to wiggle into a comfortable position.
"Your bed is really a lot bigger than it looks," Hermione said in an amazed voice.
"Loads."
"Well I'm gonna go to sleep now," Hermione said as Harry felt the bed move as she rolled over and stretched out even more—if at all possible.
"Night," Harry said, wincing as he felt his knee dig into his rib.
"Sleep well," Hermione said in an all too cheerful voice.
"You too," Harry grunted, trying to sound kind.
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"Harry," Hermione began again roughly two hours later.
Harry was still awake due to the fact that his knees were poking him in the ribs.
"Yes?" Harry asked again, trying to keep all annoyance at having not slept in what felt like weeks out of his voice.
"Are you asleep?" Hermione asked again.
Harry sighed. Would he really have answered her if he were asleep?
"Doesn't look like it," Harry said dully. "You?"
"I can't sleep," Hermione said, sounding very sad.
"Do you need more room?" Harry asked kindly.
"No," Hermione said.
Harry couldn't see, but he could imagine that she didn't look very happy.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked kindly.
"I get the feeling that you're mad at me!" Hermione sobbed suddenly.
"Hermione," Harry said patiently. "Of course I'm not mad at you."
"Oh Harry," Hermione said, throwing her arms around his neck and, as it was dark, hitting him in the cheek before her arms landed around his neck.
"Ow," Harry said as he laughed.
"I'm so sorry," Hermione said, rubbing his cheek where she had hit him.
"It's fine," Harry said with another laugh.
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Harry rolled over as he felt the bed shift suddenly. Upon opening his eyes and putting his glasses on, he found Hermione running out of the room and into the adjoining bathroom.
"Hermione?" He called after her, still half-asleep, wondering what was going on, and when he had ever fallen asleep.
He was answered by retching noises coming from the bathroom.
Figuring she didn't want to be bothered, but still concerned, he went to the kitchen to get some food and wait for her to come out.
"Are you all right?" Harry asked when Hermione emerged from the bathroom pale with disheveled hair, rubbing her stomach gently.
"Yes," Hermione said weakly, taking the glass of cold water he handed her and sitting down at the table.
"Are you sure?" Harry asked in a concerned voice.
"It's just something I ate or something," Hermione said with a nauseated look on her face.
"So you did eat yesterday?" Harry asked, surprised. He figured she had just spent most of the day crying on the couch.
"Actually, no," Hermione said as she took a sip from the glass.
"I have to go change and shower, but do you want me to get you anything?" Harry asked gently.
"No, I'm fine," Hermione said, looking anything but fine.
"Are you sure?" Harry asked, studying her face.
"Mhmm," Hermione mumbled as she took another sip of water.
"If you're sure," Harry said as he walked out, "Hope you feel better."
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"Hey Harry," Lexi greeted Harry as he apparated into the office lounge to get some coffee. She was pouring a glass of orange juice from a glass pitcher on the counter.
"ello," Harry mumbled as he made he way to the pot of coffee.
"You don't look like your usual peppy self," Lexi commented with a smile.
Harry laughed.
"Am I ever peppy?" He asked, laughing more as he poured cream into his coffee.
"No, but less so today than usual," Lexi said knowingly as she placed one hand on her hip.
"I see," Harry agreed playfully. "If you must know, I was up all night last night as Hermione thought it was a brilliant idea to share my bed."
Lexi raised an eyebrow at him questioningly.
"And I was completely squashed and didn't get any sleep," Harry said finished as he rubbed his sore shoulder.
"Interesting," Lexi said simply as she leaned against the white formica counter sipping her orange juice.
"No coffee?" Harry asked after a moment of watching Lexi sip her orange juice.
"No, drinking that stuff makes me feel like I'm old," Lexi said with a smile. "Like you."
"Oh, yes, I seem to have forgotten that you are a young and vibrant eighteen while I am an over the hill twenty-two," Harry said as he rolled his eyes.
"Of course I am," Lexi said with a laugh. "Hey Harry."
"Hey Lexi," Harry said, nodding his head at her.
"I've been thinking. I'm not really the kind of girl to sit around and wait for you to make up your mind. So it looks like I'm making the first move. Do you want to go out sometime?" Lexi said, looking him square in the eyes with complete confidence.
"I—I—" Harry stuttered in surprise. "I—" He cleared his throat nervously. "Sure."
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