"Harry Potter?" Said a giggling voice.
Harry began to turn and was caught off guard by a hand reaching straight for his face. Automatically he flinched, and realizing a second too late she had taken his glasses he lunged forward, but the Ravenclaw girl had gotten away squealing. His patience already on thin ice, Harry fiercely made to stand. However Hermione yanked him back down.
"Don't chase her, Harry, that's exactly what she wants you to do," she glanced at Ron when he shot her a reproachful look.
"Why on earth would she want me to chase her?" Harry shouted. A few Gryffindors twisted to look at him.
Hermione looked at Harry like she was explaining something complex to a young child. "Because she likes you. She wants you to notice her."
"So we're supposed to let her take whatever she wants from him?" demanded Ron.
Hermione waved him off. "Of course not. But she obviously wants a reaction from you, and it's best not to encourage it."
Harry shared a face with Ron, who was equally mystified.
"But I've got Quidditch tomorrow," said Harry, frustrated that Hermione wasn't being much help.
Taking a last sip of pumpkin juice Hermione slid off the bench. "It's alright, I'll handle this."
The boys watched Hermione walk with an air of purpose to the Ravenclaw table. She tapped the shoulder of Harry's admirer, who leaped back, her playful grin vanishing when she saw Hermione. They exchanged unheard words with the bustle of the Great Hall around them, and seeing Hermione's hand fall into place, the Ravenclaw shot her a half-contemptuous, half-pouting look and gave her Harry's glasses.
"You're amazing," said Harry gratefully as he put on his glasses.
"Oh, it was nothing." But Harry could see her smile behind her hair.
