"and Harry said you could tell me?" Ginny asked, landing and sliding off her broom. Hermione nodded, pulling her sweaty hair off her neck,
"I told him you'd understand. Ron wouldn't, but you would. He just wants someone to talk to because Draco has Theo and Blaise. I told him you'd understand and that, if he had two, you should as well." She frowned, "but still, Blaise told me no when there wouldn't be any drama between Harry and Draco, and he knew it. Not any real drama, anyway."
"I got Siri to help me too." Ginny nodded, packing up the Quaffles, "I spoke to Theo about a Potions assignment, asked for help."
"Oh? And?" Hermione asked, head lifted.
"I got shut down," Ginny nodded, "but, he said it was because it would be like cheating and that's not fair. He said he has problems letting people do their own work, he always wants to step in and tell them what to do. He also says that's not fair to others."
"Good on you, Gin, that was- uh oh."
"What's uh-oh?" Ginny asked, following Hermione's gaze, "uh-oh. That doesn't look good." Headed toward them on the deserted Quidditch Pitch was Harry. He looked furious and that look was aimed at them. Behind him were a none too happy Blaise, Draco, and Theo.
"It doesn't look good at all." Hermione replied, "I wonder what's happened?"
"Ron, maybe? Could he have found out?" Just then, Harry reached them, growling, "Harry, what's happened?"
"Who did what?" Hermione asked.
"You." Harry growled.
"Us?" Hermione frowned, taking a step back and scanning for Sirius, "what did we do?"
"You knew this whole time." He growled, "you know, Draco's bloody life is on the line!"
"We know that, Harry," Ginny said gently, "but we really don't know what you're talking about."
"We didn't do anything." Hermione nodded, "what makes you think we have?"
"You," he pointed to Hermione, "asked Blaise for help with Quidditch. You've never had a problem with Dean before. You," he pointed to Ginny, "asked Theo for help with Potions, something you could have easily done with Hermione. So what is it? What are you doing? Did you talk Andromeda down here for something? Have you lost your-"
"Harry!" Hermione snapped, lip curled, "I asked for Blaise's help because I needed it and I asked before you told me about you and Draco."
"And Hermione's literally just told me." Ginny protested, "my potions really are shite you know."
"Bollocks!" Harry growled, "no one believes that."
"IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED, WE'VE BEEN-"
"Ginny, no!" Hermione wailed, terrified.
"RATHER BUSY TRYING TO GET BLAISE AND THEO'S ATTENTION BEFORE WE COULD HAVE KNOWN SHITE, HARRY JAMES POTTER! I'M SICK OF YOU STALKING US!"
"Ginny." Hermione moaned, hands covering her face, "Ginny, what have you done?" She glowered at the red head and Ginny gasped, covering her mouth and stared at the Slytherins. Hermione turned and bolted, too embarrassed to speak. Ginny let out a grinding growl and glared at Harry,
"We didn't do shite, you arsehole." And she shoved past the group, hauling arse after Hermione.
"That explains the Chaser position." Harry groaned, "and the etiquette lessons, the damned potions alphabet. They're trying to be impressive. Damned if I don't receive a howler from Molly Weasley."
"This is… not what I expected." Draco agreed, seeing other students coming, "we'll talk about it later. Sod off, Potter!"
"Get bent, Malfoy!"