The group slowly made their way out of the dining hall and back into the entrance hall. Holly, Hermione's mum, was talking animatedly with Molly, and Dan, her dad, was carrying the baby and talking to Charlie.

"Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Mhm?" he asked quietly.

"We should tell my parents about us tomorrow," she said. "I'm afraid that if we don't tell them soon they'll find out on their own, and they would be upset that I didn't tell them."

'Ok," he answered quietly.

Harry looked down at his map. "Oi! Ron!" he called out. Ron turned and looked up at him. "We're supposed to turn here."

Ron said goodnight to his parents and joined them. Maddy wandered over towards Hermione. "Hermione?" she asked. "Am I sharing your common room?" Madeline held up her slip of paper. Hermione looked at it, and then glanced down at her map.

"Yeah," she said. "Come on, follow us. We'll lead you there."

When they reached the common room, Hermione took Maddy up to her room. When they got there they found that her bags were already at the foot of her four poster bed. The room was painted a light purple and was trimmed with silver. The sheets on the grand four poster bed were a dark purple. There was a purple suede arm chair in the corner by the fire.

"You should go straight to sleep," Hermione said to her sister. "It's late." Hermione was hoping that Maddy would do as she was told and go straight to sleep, so Hermione could relax while she was around Harry, without the worry of her parents finding out before she told them.

Maddy nodded. "Im tired," she said.

"I'll be in the common room tomorrow morning. Don't leave for breakfast without me, ok?" asked Hermione. Maddy nodded, and Hermione left her to sleep. She went back down to the common room, where she found Harry and Ron arguing about the Cannons.

"But what's wrong with the Cannons?" asked Ron.

"They don't win! Why would you support a team that sucks?"

"You don't support a team because they win! You support them because…well…"

"You like the colour of their robes?" replied Harry.

Ron blushed. "Shut up."

"Ron, shouldn't you support the team from where you live, or where you're from?"

"Maybe they will win. You never know, it's always possible."

Harry snorted and plopped down on the red suede couch. Hermione rolled her eyes and sat down beside him. He slid his arm around her and she rested her head on his shoulder.

"How old is your sister, Mione?" Ron asked.

"Eleven," she said. "She's coming to Hogwarts this year."

"She got her letter?" asked Harry.

"Yeah. She got it a few days before Dumbledore brought them to the old Order."

"What house do you think she'll be in?" Ron asked.

"I don't really know…she could be in any, she doesn't really fit into one category."

"Hmmm," said Ron. "You don't mean Slytherin though…do you?"

Hermione shook her head sadly. "Ron. I'm a muggle. So is my sister."

Harry laughed. Ron blushed. "Oh yeah…"

"I'm going to go to bed," said Hermione, yawning widely. She kissed Harry and said goodnight, before turning and going up the stairs to her room.

Harry was just about to go up to his room when the common room door burst open and there stood a very angry looking Fred and George Weasley.

"She doesn't understand us, that woman. We just want to make money and have fun at the same time. Why should we have to work at the ministry? Just because Percy does?" shouted Fred.

"Of course! Everyone has to be like Perfect Percy," George shouted back.

Ron cleared his throat. George looked up at him. "Oh, hi Ron. Looks like we'll be sharing a common room."

"What are you two on about?" asked Ron.

"Mum was just lecturing us on dropping out of school. Again!" Said Fred.

"Ah. Should have known." Said Ron. "Well, I'm going to bed." Ron got up and hurried off to his room.

"Night," Harry said to Fred and George, before going up to his room as well.

A soft knocking noise came from the other side of Harry's bedroom door, waking him suddenly. He checked the clock beside his bed. 1:46. Harry climbed out of bed, still wearing only his boxers, and slipped his on glasses. He walked over to the door and opened it. It was Hermione.

'Mione?' Harry asked. She was wrapped in a large red fleece blanket and was wearing red pajama bottoms and a red tank top.

'I'm cold,' she said through chattering teeth. Harry stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her, leading her into the room. He pushed the door closed with his foot.

'Is your room cold?' Harry asked.

'I don't…it was fine when I got there but I woke up shivering.' Her teeth were still chattering loudly. Harry raised his hand up to her head. It felt normal to him.

'I don't think you have a fever. The fire must have died or something.'

'I guess,' replied Hermione. Harry pulled the quilt off his bed and wrapped it around her. He pulled her down in his lap on the chair by the fire. She rested her head on his chest and slowly stopped shivering. After a few minutes she pushed the quilt and her blanket onto the floor and snuggled up to Harry. He closed his arms around her and kissed her hair.

They slowly drifted to sleep.