That very day, Harry wondered around the castle looking for his friend. She had run off rather quickly after eating her lunch. In a last desperate attempt to find her, he walked down the Transfiguration hallway, only to pause near the door of the class room. The sound of his friends voice floated out between the small crack of the door and wall.
"Do you like my flower?" He heard her ask in a soft voice, which he knew was her insecure voice.
"I do very much, Miss Granger." Was the Professor's amused reply.
"Hermione." She was still insecure.
At the deep throaty laugh, Harry moved closer to the gap and looked though it to see McGonagall leaning towards Hermione while whispering.
"Hermione then."
As McGonagall moved her hand to hold on to Hermione's cheek, his friend looked up with a brilliant smile. When she started to lean towards their Head of House, Harry smiled and closed the door silently. It wouldn't do for someone to come along and see them.