Chapter 9: Girl Talk
"Hermione, would you mind if Ron and I go now? Not to be rude, but we have Quidditch practice and … you know," Harry said sheepishly.
Hermione couldn't help but smile. For her birthday, Ginny and the boys had surprised her with a truly lovely evening. They had caught her after Transfiguration class and brought her to her private chambers which had been decorated using a seemingly completely random assortment of silly and rather tacky Muggle party supplies. As a result, the four of them were now sitting in her small bedroom amidst an explosion of colourful balloons, gigantic honeycomb balls made of flimsy tissue paper as well as lots and lots of cheap, glittering plastic streamers. There was even a cheesy banner hanging on one of the walls that read HAPPY BIRTHDAY HERMIONE! XOXO in big, bold letters. How her friends had orchestrated all of this, she did not know. Even after some intense questioning on her part, they had refused to disclose how exactly they had managed to gain access to the password-protected Head Girl Tower without her knowledge; however, Hermione had the sneaking suspicion that a certain free elf may or may not have had something to do with it.
Naturally, the trio also hadn't forgotten to shower her in gifts, all of which were now neatly stacked on her dresser, right next to all of the other presents she had already received earlier during the day: a beautiful bouquet of fragrant wildflowers from Neville, a rather peculiar-looking necklace and a handmade card from Luna, and a parcel filled with an abundance of merchandise from the newest Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes product range, courtesy of Fred and George. Needless to say, Hermione wasn't planning on touching or especially using any of the joke items, but she still greatly appreciated the thought.
The newest additions to this small collection were a small, round bottle of fairly pricey perfume from Ginny, a fluffy scarf made of thick, mulberry-coloured wool with a matching beanie and half-mittens from Ron (though Hermione thought it likely that he hadn't actually bought them but rather had them made by his warm-hearted mother) as well as an expensive quill set from her favourite stationary store in Diagon Alley and an interesting book about wizarding tattoos – which were permanently charmed upon application and therefore moved across sections of the body similar to the way magical photos or paintings did on canvas – from Harry. The Muggle-born had almost let out a little laugh when realising that it was the exact same volume that she herself had purchased from Tomes and Scrolls only a few months prior and that was now sitting on one of her shelves in this very room. Not that she would ever tell him – it was the gesture that counted, after all!
"No worries," Hermione said. "Of course you can go! I know how important this last season is for the both of you."
"And besides," the youngest Weasley chimed in. "Hermione and I need some time to ourselves for a long overdue girl talk anyway! With all this school work and stressing out about Quidditch, we really haven't had the chance to chat in like forever. I'm sure you won't mind me missing out on one training session, right?" she asked, as if they hadn't already hashed all of this out beforehand.
"Not at all," Harry answered lovingly before moving in to give her a quick peck on the lips, with Ron demonstratively looking the other way. After having the weight of constant threats and fear for the lives of his loved ones lifted from his shoulders following the end of the war, it seemed as though the young wizard with the famous lightening scar was finally feeling comfortable enough to have a normal and out-in-the-open relationship with his redheaded sweetheart.
The two boys then hugged the birthday girl goodbye before making a swift exit. As soon as the door shut behind them, Ginny turned to Hermione with the biggest grin on her face; it almost made the freckles on her rosy cheeks look like they were dancing.
"We finally did it, Hermione!" she exclaimed excitedly.
Absentmindedly picking at the remaining crumbs of a cake that had once read Sweet Eighteen, the older girl frowned in confusion. "Who did what?" she asked.
"Harry and I! You know …" Her expression turned cheeky.
"Oh … OH!" The nature of the topic instantly made the witch feel awkward. "Um, well, that's great for you, Gin!"
"Thank you! Oh Hermione, it was absolutely wonderful! We sneaked out late night on Saturday and met up in the Room of Requirements. I don't know what Harry asked for exactly, but he definitely aced it! The whole room was decorated with rose petals and floating candles; and there was a huge canopy bed and even a fireplace! I can't even begin to tell you how long I'd been waiting for this moment and it turned out just perfect! Harry was so gentle and …"
Hermione listened to her babble on with only half an ear. She was happy for her best friend, of course; but at the same time, she couldn't help but feel a little sullen. With the majority of her teenage years having been spent cramming for exams while trying to keep Harry alive and out of trouble, she had never had the time for any romantic escapades. In her juvenile blindness, Gilderoy Lockhart had been her first heartthrob and she had even harboured a small crush on Sirius Black for a while. A quick snog with Viktor Krum underneath the Quidditch Pitch bleachers during the night of the Yule Ball, however, had been the most action she'd ever had. While most people – including Harry, Ginny and probably even Ron himself – still seemed to think that she and the Gryffindor Keeper would someday end up together, Hermione had ruled out that scenario a long time ago. She loved the boy dearly, but he would never be more than a good friend to her; they were just too different. She needed someone more mature – someone who put as much emphasise on intellect and academics as her. But did someone like that even exist in the first place?
"… And I'm just so happy right now! I really feel like our relationship has been taken to a whole new level." Ginny paused for a second. "Anyway, enough of me. Now tell me what's been going on in the life of Hogwarts' smartest smartass."
"Hey!" Hermione proclaimed exasperatedly, but she did have to giggle when she saw the redhead's smug expression – her friends had all figured out a long time ago how to rile her up using foul language. "Well, not much really. I've just been studying, fulfilling my duties as Head Girl, doing my lessons with Professor Snape and –"
"Galloping gargoyles! I'd totally forgotten about you and that slimy bastard!" the younger girl shouted, ignoring her shocked and appalled look. "You know, I still can't believe that you chose him as your tutor! I mean, I'm already having a hard time with how strict McGonagall is being with me, and she can't be even half as bad as that minger. How are you holding up?"
"It's really not that bad. I mean, yes, he does make me work hard, but I knew that going in. And quite frankly, a big workload is not the worst thing – I do want to improve my brewing skills, after all. Plus, I do think that all of you have a completely wrong impression of Professor Snape. It's true that he's quite stern and almost cold sometimes, but he was a true hero during the war; you know that as well as I do. And after allowing me to work in his private lab and giving me that amazing birthday gift, I really don't believe that –"
"WHAT?" Ginny's outcry was so intense that her hazel eyes bulged to an abnormal extent. "Private lab? Birthday gift?! What the hell? You haven't even been working with that plonker for a month and you already seem to be talking about a completely different Snape than me!"
Hermione was more than a little irritated at being interrupted yet again, but she decided to let it slide. "Merlin's beard, Ginny, calm down! Yes, we are both talking about the same Professor Snape; and yes, he still is the same snarky and spiteful wizard as always. More importantly, however, it wasn't like he invited me into his laboratory voluntarily. The Hospital Wing was in desperate need of medicine, but the Potions classroom was occupied – so he didn't really have a choice but to have us use his personal workspace to brew."
"Hmm, I guess that makes sense. It's still a bit weird, though." There was a brief moment of silence. "Wait … Wouldn't his private lab be inside his personal quarters?"
When she didn't answer immediately, the ginger-haired adolescent started jumping up and down excitedly on the bed. "By Salazar's balls, Hermione! I cannot believe you entered the Dungeon Bat's private chambers and lived to tell the tale! How does it look down there? Is it true that he has every single mirror covered with a piece of cloth so that he doesn't have to see his own ugliness, just like Charlie used to want me to believe? Oh, you have to tell me everything!"
She rolled her eyes. "Just stop it. It really wasn't that big of a deal. I had to promise him not to tell a soul anyway. So don't even try to squeeze any specifics out of me!"
"Oh, come on! You can't lure me with such a scandalous story and then leave out all the juicy details! You will tell me, even if I have to force you!" And with those words, she dropped to her knees, grabbed one of the bed's many pillows and started hitting her friend with it ruthlessly.
"OUCH! Hey, Ginny, stop it! AH!" Hermione tried dodging the cushioned weapon, but it was to no avail. "Okay, okay, stop bothering me already! You really are something, Ginevra Weasley – it's quite mean of you to treat me in such a way on my birthday, you know!" she exclaimed before hastily fixing her now messed-up ponytail. "I will tell you, but not before you promise me not to tell anyone, not even Harry! Professor Snape would kill me if he found out that I dared to blab."
The redhead was beaming following her victory. "Pinky promise!"
Hermione audibly sighed before proceeding. "Well, his rooms are definitely not what you would expect. I didn't view them in their entirety, of course; but from what I could see, the quarters are actually quite nice. It didn't feel like a dark and gloomy dungeon space at all. His sitting room is filled with hundreds upon hundreds of books, some of which I have never even heard of, Gin! Oh, how I wish I could just go back and browse for a few hours! A few of the books seem to be centuries-old originals that were written by hand and –" She stopped herself when she noticed the annoyed look on the other girl's face. "Anyway, it's actually quite cosy down there; he even has a fireplace. And yes, there was a mirror, without any cloth in sight. That's about it, really. There were some doors leading to other rooms, but he understandably directed me into the laboratory rather quickly. I know that you're not that into brewing, but let me tell you that even you would be amazed by that place. So much amazing machinery and such rare ingredients! Oh, I could go on forever!"
"Yeah, yeah, please spare me the details. I couldn't care less about his silly collection –" Ginny skilfully overlooked her friend's glare. "The interesting part is that you've actually been inside his private chambers. That's absolutely insane! Just wait until Harry and Ron find out, we'll be able to play so many awesome pranks on that git! Next time you go –"
"No, Ginny! I told you, you cannot tell anybody!"
"But –"
"NO! No ifs, ands or buts – just stop! You promised me, remember? I don't think I'll ever have the chance to go back anyway. Besides, after receiving that terrific gift from him yesterday, I really ought to be thankful rather than play any mean tricks on him."
To beat her to another overemotional outburst, Hermione quickly recounted Dumbledore's surprise visit and explained the tradition of giving gifts to one's apprentice to celebrate them becoming another year older.
"So McGonagall will give me a birthday gift, too?" Ginny asked eagerly. The Head Girl confirmed with a brief bob of her head. "Sweet! But what did the old bugger get you anyhow?"
Hermione furled her eyebrows in distaste before using the Summoning Charm on her new most prized possession and handing it to the girl.
"Huh? It just looks like some old book that's about to fall apart," Ginny said, clearly disappointed by the worn object laying on her lap.
"I know that it may not look like much, but it's the exact opposite. This here," Hermione lifted the book so that it was on eye-level. "– is one of the most infamous wizarding works ever created. It's so rare that not even the Ministry possesses a copy of it. Gin, this book is priceless – it's easily worth more than the net worth of all current and past Quidditch players in the entire world combined!"
Finally understanding the severity of the situation, Ginny gasped. "And Snape still gave it to you?! Why in Merlin's name would he do something like that?"
"I honestly don't know. Such a gift would already be considered excessive even if we were friends, so I don't understand at all why he would give it to me despite his obvious hatred towards me." She heaved a sigh. "I've been racking my brain all day trying to come up with a way to properly thank him, but I don't think I would even know what to say. I mean, this is the most amazing thing that anyone's ever done for me!"