"That was him." Hermione Granger said, and even though she knew Harry'd figured it out before, his eyes still widened, nearly comically.
"So," Harry said, with a grin, "The Great Hermione Granger is Finally Wrong!" Hermione hit him upside the head (gently) before he continued. "That Caucasian lover turns out to be none other than Draco Malfoy."
"It was an easy mistake to make!" Hermione said snottily.*
"Oh, no doubt." Harry said, trying to look serious, before grinning, "Who'd have guessed that, one midsummer's day, you could find Draco Malfoy in a Muggle pub in the Middle of London?"
"Exactly!" Hermione said, clapping her hands together.
Suddenly, Harry got this funny, displeased look on his face, and Hermione asked, "Harry, is something wrong?"
"I just realized - you two slept together!" Harry said, his eyes wide, "Can...Can you get me some brain bleach?"
"Harry!" Hermione said, slapping him on the shoulder, and saying, "You know it doesn't work that way. Once you see it, you can't unsee it."
"Not even with magic?" Harry said pleadingly.
"Not if you want to remember anything at all of this entire year." Hermione said gravely.
She paused for a moment to let it sink in.
Then Hermione continued, "There's more, because of course this has to be complicated."
Harry Potter blinked, and asked, dumbfounded, "It wasn't already?"
Hermione gave Harry a hug, saying, "Oh, harry!" And, in the midst of the hug, with her itchy hair all in Harry's nose, she said, into his ear, "I'm also engaged to him."
Harry grabbed her by her shoulders, pushing her gently back to arms length, and looked her over, "You're what?" Harry started laughing - a broken, wild sort of laugh that seemed to move through him, rather than originating from him. Just as suddenly as he started laughing, he stopped, "Tell me he didn't know."
Hermione actually braced herself, against the flinty anger in Harry's green eyes - that was more of a promise of violence than anything else. "He didn't know."
Harry started to laugh, and continued as he spoke, "Oh, gods! This is just too rich... He actually didn't know..." Harry had laughed to the point of tears dripping down his face.
Hermione said thoughtfully, "I was supposed to know, at least, that I was engaged... Now I'm just starting to wonder who knew what, and when..." Harry's green eyes looked at her, for the moment still and inquisitive.
[a/n: Harry's not crazy. Well, not round the bend crazy, at least. Leave a review!]
*Hermione hates being wrong. Much like I do.