A/N Little bit of snogging in this chapter, but nothing very graphic. This story is rated T just to be safe, partly for the one snogging scene and all of the potential violence that comes with the show. Sorry for the kind of late update, it's been a crazy day. Had to take grandma to get a scan for blood clots in her leg and it was just a very long and crazy day. Enjoy! Next chapter will be up on Monday!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Doctor Who.
Episode Spoilers: Boom Town S1E11
Rejected Bonds - Chapter 3, Boom Town
[Cardiff 2005]
There was a knock on the door of the TARDIS and Jack went to answer it. "Who the hell are you?"
Mickey looked shocked to see a strange, good looking man in the TARDIS, "What do you mean, who the hell am I? Who the hell are you?"
Jack smirked, "Captain Jack Harkness. Whatever you're selling, we're not buying." He made like he was going to close the door on Mickey when he was shoved to the side.
"Get out of my way!"
"Don't tell me. This must be Mickey."
The Doctor was up on a ladder mending a fixture on the wall, but he turned around and smiled at Mickey, "Here comes trouble! How're you doing, Ricky boy?"
"It's Mickey!"
Rose went up to him and hugged him tightly. "Don't listen to him, he's winding you up."
He hugged her back. "You look fantastic."
Jack smiled at the Doctor and Hermione who was holding the ladder steady. "Aw, sweet, look at these two. How come I never get any of that?"
The Doctor grinned over his shoulder at him, "Buy me a drink first."
Jack laughed, "You're such hard work."
"But worth it," he said with a smug grin.
Hermione laughed at their antics, concentrating on keeping the ladder steady. She was tempted to just put a sticking charm on it because her arms were getting tired. Why isn't Jack doing this? He's the big, strong, strapping man, not me!
Rose turned back to Mickey, "Did you manage to find it?"
He dug in a bag and handed her over a passport, "There you go."
Rose smirked up at the Doctor, "I can go anywhere now."
"I told you, you don't need a passport."
"It's all very well going to Platform One and Justicia and the Glass Pyramid of San Kaloon, but what if we end up in Brazil? I might need it. You see, I'm prepared for anything."
Mickey frowned, "Sounds like you're staying, then." He shook himself off and tried to get past the hurt of his kind-of-girlfriend never being around. "So, what're you doing in Cardiff? And who the hell's Jumping Jack Flash? I mean, I don't mind you hanging out with big-ears up there-" he gestured over to the Doctor with his chin.
"Oi!"
Mickey rolled his eyes in response. "Look in the mirror. But this guy, I don't know, he's kind of-"
"Handsome?" Jack interrupted.
"More like cheesy."
Jack's well-defined brows furrowed, "Early twenty-first century slang. Is cheesy good or bad?"
"It's bad."
"But bad means good, isn't that right?"
The Doctor came down off the ladder, smiling at Hermione in thanks. "Are you saying I'm not handsome?"
Rose decided to head off the brewing argument, even if it was playful. "We just stopped off. We need to refuel. The thing is, Cardiff's got this rift running through the middle of the city. It's invisible, but it's like an earthquake fault between different dimensions."
"The rift was healed back in 1869," the Doctor started to explain.
Rose continued, though, "Thanks to a girl named Gwyneth, because these creatures called the Gelth, they were using the rift as a gateway but she saved the world and closed it."
Jack had to explain as well, "But closing a rift always leaves a scar, and that scar generates energy, harmless to the human race-"
And the Doctor interrupted him, "But perfect for the TARDIS, so just park it here for a couple of days right on top of the scar and-"
"Open up the engines, soak up the radiation," Jack continued their dialog.
"Like filling her up with petrol and off we go!" Rose grinned.
Jack joined Rose and the Doctor, "Into time!"
"And space!" all three exclaimed, high-fiving one another.
Mickey's eyes were wide and his eyebrows had shot up his forehead, "My God, have you seen yourselves? You all think you're so clever, don't you?"
As the three clowns agreed with his statement Hermione piped up, "I know, they can all be a bit much. It's good to see you, Mickey." She was a little shy because it had been several years since she'd seen her first friend, before she'd left for Hogwarts first year.
"Oh, my, god! Hermione?" At her nod, he grinned, swept her up and spun her around, "My Minnie Mouse!"
Laughing Hermione held on tight and buried her face in his shoulder. "I missed you too Mickey Mouse." She kissed his cheek as he set her down, still grinning at one another. Rose stood off to the side frowning bitterly.
Soon the group left the TARDIS and the Doctor locked the door. "Should take another twenty-four hours, which means we've got time to kill."
Mickey looked around the plaza and noticed people staring at them. "That old lady's staring."
Jack laughed, "Probably wondering what five people could do inside a small wooden box."
Mickey just rolled his eyes, "What are you captain of, the Innuendo Squad?"
Jack made a rude gesture as he walked away, Hermione tucked into his side. They decided to head to a restaurant on a jetty nearby and the others followed along, the Doctor explaining why the TARDIS looked like a Police Box.
As they enjoyed their meal they regaled each other with funny tales of adventures they'd each had. All was going well until the Doctor noticed the front page of a newspaper a man was reading at a nearby table. He rudely snatched the newspaper away from the man to read the article and looked forlornly at his group, "And I was having such a nice day," he said, holding up the page so they could all see the picture of Margaret the Slitheen. Only Rose recognized her and gasped.
They quickly finished their meal and paid. Gathering their belongings they headed out to the City Hall. Jack was in his element as he took charge, "According to intelligence, the target is the last surviving member of the Slitheen family, a criminal sect from the planet Raxacoricofallapatorious, masquerading as a human being, zipped inside a skin suit. Okay, plan of attack, we assume a basic fifty-seven fifty-six strategy, covering all available exits on the ground floor. Doctor, you go face to face. That'll designate Exit One, I'll cover Exit Two. Rose, you Exit Three. Mickey Smith, you take Exit Four. Hermione, you have Five. Have you got that?"
The Doctor turned to Jack with a frown, "Excuse me. Who's in charge?"
"Sorry. Awaiting orders, sir."
"Right, here's the plan," he paused, "Like he said. Nice plan. Anything else?"
"Present arms."
At that, each pulled out a mobile phone. Hermione had had to purchase one on the way over. Her job at the Department of Mysteries meant she was constantly in a heavily magic-dense area most of the day so she hadn't bothered getting a phone previously. Plus all of her friends and acquaintances used owls or floo called. She winced internally at the thought of her friends, but she was used to traveling with the Doctor and not seeing them for stretches of time, and they never even knew. Which wasn't to say she wasn't versed in how to use a phone, she just hadn't had the need to own one. Making sure they each had everyone else's numbers programmed into speed dial, they set off.
Hermione and Mickey headed to the North side of the building before splitting up to each take one of the two exits. When the call came that Margaret was heading north Hermione stepped into the shadows where she could survey a greater area yet not be seen. Her instincts from the war rose to the surface and she held her wand steady at her side, despite her racing heart. She watched as Margaret raced down the side of the building as fast as her chubby legs could manage, and she saw the others collide further down the alleyway, Mickey's foot stuck in a bucket for some reason.
As the Doctor toyed with Margaret teleporting her back every time she teleported away, Hermione snuck up and stunned the Lord Mayor before it would continue. She didn't want to see her accidently escape because they were playing games. The Doctor frowned at her but Hermione just shrugged unapologetically as she bound the Slitheen. She told the others she would meet them back at the TARDIS and popped their captive away before anyone could complain.
Confused on what just happened, Mickey looked to Rose and the Doctor, "How'd she do that? How did Mione do that!?"
"Let's look around the Mayor's office first, then we can get back to the TARDIS and I'm sure she'll explain," Jack spoke up, hand on Mickey's shoulder.
Once they got back, Hermione took Mickey aside to explain her being a witch and an extremely abridged version of her going away to study magic and living in the magical world since then. She once again apologized for not contacting him sooner but he just hugged her and assured her it wasn't any stranger than a time traveling alien taking off with his girlfriend. Hermione frowned at that but swore him to secrecy all the same.
Going back to the bound prisoner, Hermione cast an ennervate at her and she woke from being stunned. Margaret looked started to find herself captured. "This is persecution. Why can't you leave me alone? What did I ever do to you?"
The Doctor scoffed, "You tried to kill me and destroy this entire planet."
Frowning, Margaret rolled her eyes, "Apart from that."
"So, you're a Slitheen, you're on Earth, you're trapped. Your family gets killed but you teleport out just in the nick of time. You have no means of escape. What do you do? You build a nuclear power station. But what for?"
"A philanthropic gesture. I've learnt the error of my ways," she stated pompously.
"And it just so happens to be right on top of the rift."
"What rift would that be?"
Jack was irritated with her feigned innocence. "A rift in space and time. If this power station went into meltdown, the entire planet would go boom!"
"This station is designed to explode the minute it reaches capacity," the Doctor explained, gesturing to the model and diagrams they had brought on board.
Rose looked shocked, "Didn't anyone notice? Isn't there someone in London checking this sort of stuff?"
Margaret sneered, "We're in Cardiff. London doesn't care. The South Wales coast could fall into the sea and they wouldn't notice." She looked horrified after a moment, "Oh. I sound like a Welshman. God help me, I've gone native."
Mickey was confused, "But why would she do that? A great big explosion, she'd only end up killing herself."
Margaret glared at Mickey, "She's got a name, you know."
"She's not even a she, she's a thing," he sneered back, to which Hermione slapped him in the arm and glared at him. Hermione hated that kind of attitude towards any person, creature, or alien, and she wouldn't stand for it in her presence, regardless of the woman's guilt or innocence.
The Doctor pulled out the grey section of the model and turned it over to reveal complicated electronics, "Oh, but she's clever. Fantastic!"
Jack and the Doctor both admired the technology while Rose, Hermione, and Mickey looked lost.
"Is that a tribophysical waveform macro-kinetic extrapolator?" Jack sounded like Christmas had come early.
"Couldn't have put it better myself," the Doctor said smiling.
Hermione tuned out all of the technical talk. She may be a muggleborn, but it had been years since she was raised with and used technology, and besides, this technology was far beyond anything normally found on Earth. She did note the explanation about the board serving as a transport of sorts, surfing the wave of the exploding planet. Finally, the Doctor informed their prisoner, "Margaret, we're going to take you home."
Jack wasn't sure that was the best idea, "Hold on, isn't that the easy option, like letting her go?"
Rose was excited because that meant a trip to another planet. "I don't believe it! We actually get to go to Raxa. Wait a minute! Raxacor-"
"Raxacoricofallapatorius."
"Raxacorico-"
"-fallapatorius," the Doctor coached her patiently.
"Raxacoricofallapatorius. That's it! I did it!"
Margaret quickly cut through the suddenly jubilant mood. "They have the death penalty. The family Slitheen was tried in its absence many years ago and found guilty with no chance of appeal. According to the statutes of the government, the moment I return, I am to be executed. What do you make of that, Doctor? Take me home and you take me to my death."
"Not my problem."
Hermione frowned, not liking that taking her home would mean her death, but also not seeing another solution. It's not like they could keep her captive on the TARDIS indefinitely.
As night fell, Margaret admired the TARDIS, "This ship is impossible. It's superb. I almost feel better about being defeated. I never stood a chance. This is the technology of the gods."
The Doctor rolled his eyes. "Don't worship me - I'd make a very bad god. You wouldn't get a day off, for starters. Jack, how we doing, big fella?"
Jack was laying on the floor under the console hooking up wires and connections between the ship and the board. "This extrapolator's top of the range. Where did you get it?" he asked Margaret.
She shrugged nonchalantly, "Oh, I don't know. Some airlock sale?"
Jack frowned, "Must've been a great big heist. It's stacked with power."
The Doctor needed to know, "But we can use it for fuel?"
"It's not compatible, but it should knock off about twelve hours. We'll be ready to go by morning."
"Then we're stuck here overnight," the Doctor sighed.
Margaret, on the other hand, looked relieved. "I'm in no hurry."
Rose seemed excited, "We've got a prisoner. The police box is really a police box."
Sneering, Margaret glared at them, "You're not just police, though. Since you're taking me to my death, that makes you my executioners. Each and every one of you."
Mickey looked affronted, "Well, you deserve it."
Margaret sat very primly in a seat. "You're very quick to say so. You're very quick to soak your hands in my blood, which makes you better than me, how, exactly? Long night ahead. Let's see who can look me in the eye." She proceeded to meet everyone's eyes but they all looked away. She noted the look of reluctant sympathy in Hermione's eyes, however.
To escape the tension Hermione decided to go inspect the water feature the TARDIS was parked in front of. Soon she was joined by Mickey, who was followed by Rose. "It's freezing out here!"
"Better than in there," he snorted, gesturing back to the Police Box. "She does deserve it. She's a Slitheen. I don't care. It's just weird in that box."
Hermione frowned at his condemnation but said nothing. She didn't know all the details of what had previously happened when Downing Street was destroyed, so she wasn't going to pass judgment without knowing all the information.
Rose nudged Mickey with her shoulder, "I didn't really need my passport."
Mickey nudged her back and smiled, "I've been thinking, you know, we could go have a drink. Have a pizza or something. Just you and me."
"That'd be nice."
"And, I mean, if the TARDIS can't leave until morning, we could go to a hotel, spend the night. I mean, if you want to. I've got some money."
"Okay, yeah."
"Is that alright?"
She smiled at him, "Yeah."
"Cool. There's a couple of bars around here. We should give them a go. Do you have to go and tell him?"
"It's none of his business."
Hermione fought to hide her glare at her cousin. It's not that she enjoyed watching her cousin with the Doctor, he didn't know who she was to him yet, but she also hated seeing Rose play both Mickey and the Doctor. "I'll let them know. You two have fun."
Mickey looked mortified. He'd forgotten that Hermione was standing right there. "Oh God! Mione, you can come to if you want!" Rose frowned at that. "I'm sorry, I didn't think-"
Hermione stopped him, "No Mickey, it's okay. I don't feel like going out anyway. You go have fun. It was great seeing you." She gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek as Rose turned away in a huff.
Hermione stepped back into the TARDIS to check on the Doctor and Jack. She saw Jack step up to the Doctor as he watched something on the monitor. Probably watched what happened out there, she thought to herself.
Margaret looked bored. "I gather it's not always like this, having to wait. I bet you're always the first to leave, Doctor. Never mind the consequences, off you go. You butchered my family and then ran for the stars, am I right? But not this time. At last, you have consequences. How does it feel?"
"I didn't butcher them," he defended himself.
Jack touched his shoulder, "Don't answer back. That's what she wants."
But the Doctor continued, "I didn't. What about you? You had an emergency teleport. You didn't zap them to safety, did you?"
"It only carries one. I had to fly without coordinates. I ended up on a skip in the Isle of Dogs. It wasn't funny," she was offended that the men started laughing.
The Doctor tried to stop chuckling but couldn't, "Sorry. It is a bit funny."
After a moment she grinned rather sheepishly and agreed it was a little funny.
"Do I get a last request?"
"Depends on what it is," the Doctor hedged.
"I grew quite fond of my little human life. All those rituals. The brushing of the teeth and the complicated way they cook things. There's a little restaurant just around the Bay. It became quite a favourite of mine."
"Is that what you want, a last meal?"
"Don't I have rights?"
Jack threw an arm around Hermione, while he'd like some time alone with her to talk, he wasn't keen on the idea of allowing their prisoner any chance to get away. "Oh, like she's not going to try to escape."
Margaret glared at them, "Except I can never escape the Doctor, so where's the danger? I wonder if you could do it? To sit with a creature you're about to kill and take supper. How strong is your stomach?"
"Strong enough."
"I wonder. I've seen you fight your enemies, now dine with them."
"You won't change my mind."
"Prove it."
"There are people out there. If you slip away just for one second, they'll be in danger."
Jack perked up and held up two bangles, "Except I've got these. You both wear one. If she moves more than ten feet away, she gets zapped by ten thousand volts."
Margaret paled at that but the Doctor grinned. "Margaret, would you like to come out to dinner? My treat."
She raised an eyebrow seductively at the Doctor, "Dinner in bondage. Works for me."
After affixing both bangles to the pair, they left with a wave from the Doctor to head to dinner. Once the doors shut, Jack spun Hermione into his arms and smirked sexily at her. "Alone at last."
She laughed breathily. She loved the Doctor dearly, or at least the future version of him, but she couldn't deny that Jack was charming, sexy, and definitely arousing.
Jack quickly checked the connections to make sure the power transfer was happening according to plan, then both sat cuddled together on the bench seat by the railings. He pulled her to his side and kissed the top of her curly head, wrapping an arm around her. Hermione sat up suddenly, "Oh I forgot! I made these for us," she handed Jack what looked like the Doctor's psychic paper. "Yes, it's just like the Doctor's. I duplicated his psychic paper. But I tweaked these two to be connected so you can always contact me directly. They're like the coins I told you about that we used in the defense group I helped lead in school, but better because they're psychic paper!" She was flushed with excitement over her achievement and Jack smiled fondly at the warmth in her eyes.
"Thanks, kitten, never know when these could come in handy," he remarked as he slipped his into a pocket. "Now it's been rather crazy lately, but I want to know, how are you doing?" He looked at her seriously.
She looked down at her lap and fiddled with the edges of her creation before slipping it back in her own pocket. "I'm not going to lie. It's been rough. He doesn't know me, Jack." When she looked back up at him she had tears in her eyes. "I hate seeing him fawn all over Rose. It kills me to see him so in love with her, but he doesn't know who I am to him yet, and I don't think I can just tell him. Can't he feel the bond?"
Jack wiped away the few tears that had fallen down her cheeks. "Oh kitten," he pulled her to his chest and stroked her hair. "I don't know how the bond works, but I think he feels something. He just doesn't know it yet or won't acknowledge it."
"I don't think he does, though. He smiles at me but he makes a point of not being alone with me if he can help it. What if he winds up hating me and the future changes? I don't want to lose him, Jack."
"That's not going to happen. He never told you about this part of his past with you did he?" She shook her head. "Then he didn't want to mess with it. Whatever happens, is supposed to happen."
"It just hurts."
"I know kitten."
"Jack?" He looked into her chocolate eyes, "Thank you for being such a good friend this last month. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"It's my pleasure." He pushed a curl behind her ear. "Hermione, I know the Doctor is your soulmate, and I know it's complicated, but I find myself wanting to kiss you. May I?"
After seriously thinking about it for a moment, Hermione nodded. The Doctor was either ignorant of or ignoring the bond, and she was terribly lonely so close yet so far from her soulmate. But she also felt a deep connection to Jack.
Slowly, Jack stroked her cheek, pushing his hand to thread through her curls. He kept their eyes locked, only glancing between her chocolate orbs and her pink lips. At her nod, he gently angled her head and brushed his lips against hers. They both felt the spark ignite between them, but he kept his movements slow and gentle. He massaged her lips with his own and when she parted her lips to moan he deepened the kiss. Their tongues came out to play with gentle caresses and he suckled her lower lip. His other hand dropped to her waist to pull her closer. After a moment she crawled into his lap so she could straddle him and allow their hands to roam more freely.
He slid a hand around her back and under her shirt, caressing the smooth skin of her lower back. She groaned into his mouth as she threaded one hand through his hair and the other stroked the muscles of his chest, creeping down to lift his own shirt up as she began to rock against him in his lap. She could feel him growing more aroused.
Before anything more could happen sparks started flying from the TARDIS console and smoke poured from the panels.
"Shite!" Hermione cried, jumping up. She grabbed her wand to try to put out the flames but they were both knocked down by a shower of sparks and an explosion. It was utter chaos as they ran around the console trying to control the damage and stop the reaction.
The Doctor burst in through the doors shouting, "What the hell are you doing?"
"It just went crazy!" Jack cried. Hermione was trying to siphon away the smoke.
"It's the rift. Time and space are ripping apart. The whole city's going to disappear!" the Doctor cried.
"It's the extrapolator. I've disconnected it but it's still feeding off the engine! It's using the TARDIS. I can't stop it!" Jack was pulling at his hair.
"Never mind Cardiff, it's going to rip open the planet."
Rose entered the chaos. "What is it? What's happening?!"
Margaret stepped up behind Hermione, ripping her skin suit's arm off to reveal the arm of her true form. She grabbed Hermione by the throat, "Oh, just little me. One wrong move and she snaps like a promise."
The Doctor glared, "I might've known."
"I've had you bleating all night, poor baby, now shut it. You, fly boy, put the extrapolator at my feet."
As her grip tightened on Hermione's neck she knew she couldn't apparate away without possibly snapping her own neck. She stared wide eyed at the Doctor and Jack as Jack obeyed and placed the extrapolator at Margaret's feet. "Thank you. Just as I planned."
Rose tried to buy the Doctor some time to think of something, "I thought you needed to blow up the nuclear power station."
"Failing that, if I were to be arrested, than anyone capable of tracking me down would have considerable technology of their own. Therefore, they would be captivated by the extrapolator. Especially a magpie mind like yours, Doctor. So the extrapolator was programmed to go to plan B. To lock onto the nearest alien power source and open the rift. And what a power source it found. I'm back on schedule, thanks to you."
Jack was trying to keep calm, but panicking inside at Hermione's life being on the line. "The rift's going to convulse. You'll destroy the whole planet."
"And you with it," she sneered at them. She stepped onto the board with Hermione still in her clutches. "Stand back, boys. Surf's up."
She was distracted by the console of the TARDIS cracking open. An impossibly warm and bright light came slipping out and illuminated her.
The Doctor had a stern, serious, and calm face. "Of course, opening the rift means you'll pull this ship apart."
"So sue me," she snarled, glancing away from the light to look at him. Her eyes were drawn back to the light like a magnet, though.
"It's not just any old power source. It's the TARDIS. My TARDIS. The best ship in the universe."
"It'll make wonderful scrap."
"What's that light?" Rose asked, a little frightened.
"The heart of the TARDIS. This ship's alive. You've opened its soul."
"It's so bright," Margaret said wonderingly.
"Look at it, Margaret."
"Beautiful."
"Look inside, Blon Fel Fotch. Look at the light."
As Margaret relaxed Hermione was able to break free. Margaret then looked up at the Doctor, smiling. "Thank you," she whispered as she disappeared. Her empty body suit crumpled to the floor, covering the extrapolator.
The Doctor turned his attention to Hermione, "Don't look. Stay there. Close your eyes!"
He closed the console and turned to glance at Hermione to make sure she was okay. "Now, Jack, come on, shut it all down. Shut down! Rose, that panel over there, turn all the switches to the right."
Energy stopped pouring through the top of the TARDIS and everything calmed down in the console room. "Nicely done. Thank you, all."
Rose came around to look at the skin suit, "What happened to Margaret?"
"Must've got burnt up. Carried out her own death sentence," Jack said, grabbing Hermione into a fierce hug. He was the only one who had noticed a speck of the bright light that had entered her eyes before the control panel had been closed.
The Doctor looked at the skin suit consideringly, "No, I don't think she's dead."
Hermione unburied her head from Jack's chest to ask, "Then where'd she go?"
"She looked into the heart of the TARDIS. Even I don't know how strong that is. And the ship's telepathic, like I told you, Rose. Gets inside your head. Translates alien languages. Maybe the raw energy can translate all sorts of thoughts."
Bending down he uncovered a large egg with tendrils sticking out the top. "Here she is."
Rose looked a bit horrified, "She's an egg?"
"Regressed to her childhood."
"She's an egg?" Jack couldn't help but repeat. This was strange even for the time he came from.
The Doctor smiled up at everyone, "She can start again. Live her life from scratch. If we take her home, give her to a different family, tell them to bring her up properly, she might be all right!"
"Or she might be worse," Jack worried.
"That's her choice."
Rose couldn't get past it. "She's an egg."
"She's an egg," he confirmed.
"Oh, my God. Mickey," Rose cried as she ran back out the doors. Hermione scowled after her. She couldn't believe that Rose would just ditch Mickey in the middle of an emergency like that. Or maybe she could believe.
When Rose returned alone the Doctor barely glanced in her direction. "We're all powered up. We can leave. Opening the rift filled us up with energy. We can go, if that's all right."
"Yeah, fine," Rose mumbled glumly.
"How's Mickey?" he asked, not really caring.
"He's okay. He's gone."
"Do you want to go and find him? We'll wait."
Jack had Hermione sat down on the bench seat once more and was checking her over. Other than a bit of bruising at her throat she seemed to be in good health, but he was still concerned about the bit of light he saw enter her. She assured him that she was fine, however.
Rose played with her scarf, "No need. He deserves better."
Hermione felt mean, but she agreed with Rose on that thought.
"Off we go, then. Always moving on."
Jack stepped up to the console, "Next stop, Raxacoricofallapatorius. Now you don't often get to say that."
"We'll just stop by and pop her in the hatchery. Margaret the Slitheen can live her life again. A second chance."
Rose sat next to Hermione and mumbled to herself, "That'd be nice." Only Hermione heard.
