Harry looks around the empty hallways in search of his friend, Hermione.
He walks past the Transfiguration classroom and pauses as a familiar voice reaches his ears.
"Did you like my flower?"
"I do very much, Miss Granger."
"Hermione."
The sound of a deep throaty laugh floats out through the gap of the door and floats passed him as he watches McGonagall lean towards Hermione.
"Hermione then."
He watches as his friend looks up slowly when McGonagall holds her cheek in a gentle hand.
As they both lean forward, Harry smiles and closes the door silently.