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Chapter 3: Passwords
Hermione, Harry and Ron sat in the Gryffindor common room. Ron and Hermione were refusing to talk to each other. Instead, they sat doing their homework in silence.
"The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is really good," said Harry, again hoping to get a conversation going.
"Durmstrang students actually learn the dark arts. I wouldn't be surprised if Krum is bewitching Hermione to like him. I don't see how she'd fall for that hump-backed ninny otherwise," said Ron.
"Yes the Defense Against the Dark Arts is really good," said Hermione pretending she hadn't heard Ron, "I sure hope Ronald can keep up though. He always was a bit slow."
Ron didn't reply, but his face had turned beat red as he broke a quill by pressing down too hard.
Hermione grabbed her things and walked toward the girls' dormitory, giving Ron a fierce look before leaving the common room.
"Why is she so stubborn?" asked Ron.
"You are both stubborn," Harry replied.
"I wish she just…just…"
"Liked you instead of Krum?" offered Harry.
"No…well, ye-no…how'd you know I liked her?"
"It's not that hard," laughed Harry, "you get mad any time someone mentions, Krum, Bulgaria, Durmstrang or even just the name Viktor. Victor Ellins thinks you can't stand him."
"Oops," replied Ron, "I didn't realize it was that noticeable. I just wish she'd stop seeing Krum, then maybe I'd have a shot."
A first year walked up to Ron, "What is the password?" he asked.
"Lacewing Flies," mumbled Ron.
"Thanks," said the first year as he exited.
"Lacewing Flies. That sounds familiar. Did we use those for something?" asked Ron.
"Polyjuice Potion, I think," Harry answered.
"Oh. Well anyway, Fred and George gave me some of Krum's disgusting toenails; do you think the library would have a book on voodoo?"
Harry laughed, "In the restricted section maybe, but no teacher would let you borrow a book on voodoo."
"Lockhart would, remember?" Ron chuckled.
"Yeah, but he was a mindless git!"
Just then a few gears shifted in Ron's brain. "Polyjuice Potion!" he exclaimed.
