Cedric considered Hermione to be a friend, which was why when she entered the library mid-year looking worn-down for the fourth day in a row, Cedric knew he needed to talk to her.

"Have you considered dropping a class?"

"No," she said firmly, nose in two books.

"Hermione, you're too stressed and it's only your third year. You're juggling far too many things."

He transfigured five balls.

"It isn't too hard to juggle three balls- or electives," he said demonstrating, before adding two more. With the addition of the fifth, he was left using the wall to keep the balls in play.

"But you have five, and pretty soon you'll be up against the wall, letting it support you and your juggling, he said solely, before catching the balls. "Juggling three balls with two hands is impressive, but then what ? Five balls? Three hands? It isn't worth it, and that's where you're at."

"I need all of these electives," Hermione said. He could see tears forming.

"Why?"

"I need all the OWLs so I can get a good job."

"Hermione, you could take the Muggle Studies OWL without taking the elective. You'd probably get the highest score anyway. And you hate divination, plus no one cares about that one anymore. Drop the two and you'll still get a good job. If you don't, I'll find you one."

"You'd do that?"

"Yep."

She smiled and stood.

"I think I need to go talk to Professor McGonagall about schedule changes."