In the Library, Harry Potter sat, and waited some more, because apparently Ron Weasley was an eating machine, and wouldn't stop until food time was over.
Hermione Granger sat down first, neatly, as Ron Weasley gallumphed over, and sat down with all the disarray he was capable of.
"Have you reconsidered?" Hermione Granger said, "I've thought it over, and I've got fifty reasons you can't leave."
Harry Potter repressed a sigh, and prepared to lie his ass off. "I've only one. I'm a Griffindor, and Griffindors don't run."
Ron had the nerve to slap him on the shoulder, as if he was in need of an attaboy. Hermione was looking at him with a worried expression on her face.
Harry knew he might be committing suicide by sticking to this plan, but - if he managed to survive another attempt, he'd have a more credible reason to leave, anyway.
And more time meant more time to research. More time to learn.
They spent about an hour and a half talking about inconsequential schoolwork - by which Harry meant schoolwork he'd done ages ago, and so had Hermione. Eventually, Harry "remembered" that George had wanted to give Ron a go at chess (by which you can read "Was Bribed By Harry's 7 Sickles").
"You need to get into the Restricted Section." Harry said, "And quickly. I'm not sure how much time we have, before-"
"I know, and I've got some ideas about that," Hermione said, passing Harry an itemized list.
"And I need to learn something about Traditions and Laws." Harry Potter said. "You weren't given anything as a Muggleborn about that?"
"Hardly anything, Harry," Hermione said excitedly, "Just some notion of the Statute of Secrecy."
And Harry Potter abruptly wanted to hit himself on the head with a very large hammer. The What? He asked himself mentally, bidding his mouth be silent for once.
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