Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Harry Potter.
AN: So yeah I guess I'm not done this story after all.
When Harry walked into the Gryffindor common room and saw Hermione stacking blocks of cheese his first thought was not to ask her about, but the damn Gryffindor curiosity got the better of him.
"Hermione, what are you doing?," Harry asked, regretting it the moment the words left his mouth.
"I am building a cheese castle to help defeat Voldemort," Hermione declared, not taking her eyes of the block of cheese in her hand.
"I can't imagine a cheese castle will do a lot to defeat Voldemort unless he's allergic to cheese," Harry said, wondering where his friend had gotten all this cheese from.
"He's not allergic to cheese he's allergic to lemons though he told me the other day when we having tea and chocolate cake," Hermione explained, in a tone that said Harry should already know these things.
"Right did that really happen or did just happen in your head?," Harry asked. "Like the time you told everyone you saw Professor McGonagall kill Dumbledore,".
"Harry, I never said I saw Professor McGonagall kill Dumbledore," Hermione answered, giving him an odd look.
"Hermione, this happened a week ago and trust me it happened you kept telling first years that Professor Snape was using Dumbledore's body for potions ingredients even after Dumbledore walked into the Great Hall very much alive," Harry told her unsure whether she was lying about remembering or not.
"That doesn't sound like the type of thing that I would do. Are you sure that it wasn't a Pineapple doing all that?," Hermione asked, pushing over the stacked cheese block as she'd grown bored of building a cheese castle. "Because I'm pretty sure I was on quest last week to capture a terrible monster,".
"That was yesterday and the monster was a rotten apple that you ended up throwing at me,"
"Well as fun as this conversation is I have detention and if I don't return tell everyone I died killing a Dragon," Hermione replied, completely ignoring everything Harry had said.
"Whose going get rid of all this cheese?," Harry asked.
"The Tooth Fairy, Father Christmas or the Easter Bunny anyone as long as it isn't me," Hermione said, before leaving an annoyed Harry standing in the common room.