"Are you still reading that," Hemione asked as she sat beside Harry by the fire in the common room. "It's three in the morning, for marlin's sake! And you've been reading these books for almost fore months! You wont put it down! Give it a br- ... are you crying?..."
"No!" Harry pretended to scratch his cheek as he wiped away a tear, and looked up at her. "I'm not crying! What are you talking about?!"
Hermione looked down at the book. The header read; Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows. She quickly scanned the page he was reading. "Who the bloody hell is Dobby and why are you digging his grave?"
"... He died..."
"Who is he?!"
"I don't know!... a house elf, I guess."
"You don't know, but it made you cry?!"
"I wasn't crying!"
Hermione rolled his eyes and took a breath. "Look, its 3:20am and we have potions in the morning... or... later morning..."
Harry wasn't listening. his eyes weir stuck again on the book.
"HARRY!"
"What?!"
"Harry, it's late. go to bed."
"I will..."
"Now."
"I'm almost done..."
"No, your not!"
"If you read the books, you'd understand."
"Harry, I don't read, innless I have to! You know that! You, Ron and Draco are the readers... Rowling must think I'm a know-it-all because I was kissing ass for a good grade..."
"Whatever... ill go to bed when I finish this chapter..."