Hogsmeade was crowded on this sunny Saturday afternoon. Almost all of the sixth and seventh grade students were out getting fabric, make-up and accessories for their Halloween costumes.

The Ravenclaws also spent lots of their savings at Honeydukes. What would a party be without candy?

Hermione, Harry and Ron finished their shopping relatively quickly, but since it was such a beautiful day, they spent a while people watching. They sat down on the roots of the big tree in the middle of the marketplace and shared some pumpkin pastries.

Harry had bought the most stuff. Like most of the invitees, he wasn't telling anyone yet what he was going to dress up as, but Hermione could see that it was probably going to be elaborate. And red and golden.

Ron, on the other hand, hadn't bought himself anything except for a few snacks. He had stressed several times that it wasn't because of the money after Harry had offered to buy him something.

"This is our last Halloween party at Hogwarts," Harry protested. "You can't just go back to wearing your quidditch uniform like last year."

"I was the ghost of a dead quidditch player!" protested Ron, his mouth full of pastry.

"Yes, and this year you're going to be something more creative," Hermione agreed with Harry.

Ron just shrugged and made sure to keep his mouth full so he wouldn't have to respond to anything. To draw himself out of the conversation even more, he typed busily on his phone.

"Will there actually be a second ice cream date with Lavender?", Harry changed the subject.

"Um...hang on." Ron stared motionless at the screen for a moment until a message tone could be heard.

"Yep," he stated and put his phone away.

"Now don't tell me you just worked it out with her over text messages," Hermione exclaimed, annoyed.

"I did, so what?"

"You're both at Hogwarts and in the same house! Why are you two texting each other? You could have just accompanied her with her shopping today."

"We're texting because otherwise everyone finds out straight away – as always," Ron muttered under his breath.

"And she's out shopping with Parvati and Padma right now, that's too... exhausting for me."

Harry laughed out and rummaged in his pocket for his own phone. He tapped it briefly and then held it out towards his friends.

On the screen was a photo Lavender had posted a few days ago. It showed her hand and Ron's, each holding an ice cream cone in front of the camera.

Before posting it she had drawn two little hearts in the middle between the ice cream scoops and the caption read "Strawberry ice cream is the best food for the butterflies in my stomach."

"True, very discreet and mysterious," Harry scoffed. Hermione was trying hard not to look too disgusted, but Ron wasn't looking at her anyway. He had turned his flushed head away and was watching the sky intently.

Now Hermione understood Seamus' comment from the night before as well. He had asked Ron on the way to the dormitories if he had already bought a ring.

It was no secret how obsessive Lavender was about relationships. After she and Ron had ended, she had been with Cormac McLaggen for two months - probably mostly to make Ron jealous - before he had left Hogwarts and never contacted her again.

Ron's message tone sounded again.

"I'll... be right back," he announced and hastily stood up.

Hermione and Harry could say nothing in reply before he was out of hearing range and had disappeared into the commotion.

Hermione looked at Harry, stunned.

"Now he's just abandoning us here! What on earth is wrong with him?"

"Lavender…," Harry sighed, breaking the last of the pumpkin pastries into two nearly equal halves.

"Thanks, I'm not hungry anymore," Hermione muttered.

"I'm hungry!" a familiar voice called out from beside her. The two youngest members of the Gryffindor quidditch team, Jimmy and Ritchie were just passing them on their way along with Dean.

Jimmy held out his hand for the pastry with a grin. Harry cast a quick questioning glance at Hermione and finally handed it to him.

"Thanks. I can't go to Honeydukes with an empty stomach, that was a really big mistake last week," Jimmy confessed, devouring the half in one bite.

"Harry, have you been to Spintwitches today?" asked Ritchie. "They have these new broom seats I read about in the Quidditch Times the other day."

"Really?", Harry was all ears. "I thought they weren't coming out until spring."

"I thought so too, but they're advertised big in the shopwindow."

"Yeah, come on!" Ritchie made an inviting hand gesture in his direction.

"It wasn't busy just now, let's pop in before it's all full of rich Slytherin snobs."

Harry pushed his shopping bags aside and got to his feet.

"I'll be right back," he said in Hermione's direction, pursing his lips as he realised he had just repeated Ron.

Hermione rolled her eyes with little enthusiasm.

"Yeah, go on. Just let me all alone with your stuff."

"You can come along," Ritchie suggested.

"No, don't bother. I'll guard our purchases," she waved it off and pulled Harry's bags a little closer.

"I'll hurry," Harry promised and hurried down the street with Ritchie and Jimmy.

Hermione looked questioningly at Dean, who made no move to follow them.

"Not interested in broom upgrades?" she asked.

"Not really. Besides, I can't leave you here all by yourself, can I?"

Hermione rolled her eyes again.

"No problem, I'm just about managing it."

Dean grinned.

"I know," was all he said, sitting down next to her on one of the roots.

"Just because you can do something doesn't mean you have to."

"How poetic," Hermione bit her tongue. She hadn't meant to sound so harsh.

Dean gave her an amused look and stood up.

"I'll be right back," he said with a wink and hurried over to Madam Puddifoot's.

Just as Hermione was cursing herself quietly for now also scaring Dean away and possibly upsetting him, he came back through the door with two steaming mugs.

"Here, to help with the bad mood." He handed her one of the mugs and Hermione's nose was immediately filled with the wonderful smell of hot chocolate.

"Thanks," she replied, looking apologetically at Dean. "Sorry, I just have a day."

"No problem, that happens."

"How..." Hermione hesitated and took a sip of too-hot chocolate to collect her thought.

"What's your plan, Dean? After Hogwarts?"

Dean considered for a moment, tapping the handle of the cup in his hand with his thumb.

"Actually, I haven't made the final decision, yet," he admitted. "I actually thought I had the perfect plan for me, but lately I'm just not sure."

"I feel the same way," Hermione admitted in a low voice, looking thoughtfully at the passing people in front of them.

"Really?" Hermione could hear a laugh in his voice. "I thought you had this all laid out since two years and very specific plans for at least the next ten years."

Hermione couldn't help but grin.

"Yes, I did. Well, not for ten years, but..." She sighed and hid her face behind the thick brim of her cup again.

"I always wanted to work for the Ministry, actually. Preferably in the department for the guidance and supervision of magical creatures. Especially to help make sure, that after all the crap of the last few years, people don't stubbornly and arrogantly look the other way again when something obviously goes wrong."

"But?" pressed Dean.

"But... yeah, good question. I honestly don't even know how to put this, but somehow I feel like I... I should be working more as a healer. Or an Auror. Something with more responsibility to people."

Dean thought about that for a moment before answering.

"I think I understand what you mean, but I don't think your original plan would disappoint anyone. Every job in the Ministry is important, not just the Aurors who put their lives on the line day after day. And I can still remember your Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfarehouse. If you care so much about a subject, then it's only right to make it your profession, isn't it?"

He looked at her searchingly.

"And not every doctor's child has to follow his parents," he added.

Hermione grinned. She was still caught on the fact that Dean remembered the full name of her house elf program a few years ago.

"Yes, I suppose that's true. Although I disagree with you about disappointing someone."

"Would your parents be disappointed if you didn't become a Healer?" asked Dean.

"No," Hermione answered hesitantly. She hadn't even been that clear with Harry and Ron about it, but at that moment it just burst out of her.

"They would be disappointed in any magical profession. A little bit as least. They've never told me this, but I know it."

Dean fell silent. He wasn't grinning anymore, he wasn't even looking at her. Instead, he stared at the bags at her feet, lost in thought.

"Why do you think that?" he finally asked. Hermione took a deep breath and washed down the lump in her throat with a large gulp of cocoa.

"Our teachers can tell me that I'm the brightest witch of my age over and over again. Newspapers can write it about me and my classmates and their parents can talk about me and everything I've been through over the years. But what do my muggle parents get out of it? Sure, they understand that I only get the best grades and I'm sure they're kind of proud of that, but they don't really understand what that means. And as for the absurd things that have happened in the last few years," Hermione let out a mocking laugh. "Since I saw how desperate they were after I was petrified, I've hardly told them anything anymore. They don't know that a student died in a maze at a school event. Or that we thought an escaped murderer was running through our school, or that a teacher turned into a werewolf in front of me. I complained about Umbridge and her teaching methods once, but that was about it."

"I see." Dean seemed to think hard about something before looking back at Hermione again.

"Do you think they're afraid of you in some way? Of your magical powers?"

Hermione blinked a few times. Afraid of her? Her own parents?

"Um... I don't think so. I don't know."

"I wonder sometimes, especially with my stepdad and my youngest siblings," Dean explained.

"Like you say, they can't even understand what our lives are actually like and what it all means."

Hermione bit her lower lip. A little remorse was creeping up inside her. After all, having only muggle siblings and parents was another matter entirely.

Before she could dig too deep into these thoughts, however, a familiar face appeared among the people in front of them.

"Sorry, there was quite a crowd," Harry called out to the two. "Took a bit longer than expected. I'll carry your shopping back to the castle for you to make up for that."

"Nonsense, I can do that myself," Hermione objected. Dean cleared his throat and took the empty cup from her hand to take it back to the café.

"But," she relented "you can still take the heavier of the two bags. Floating spells don't count."

Harry laughed, grabbed the bags and looked around.

"Ron's still on his way too?"

Hermione just shrugged.

"I'll text him that we're going back," Harry decided. "If he really did meet up with Lavender - which I'm assuming he did - that could take hours."

Hermione climbed the stairs to the Ravenclaw tower with some other Gryffindors.

The entire way through the castle they were met with envious glances from younger witches and wizards who were too young to attend the party themselves.

Ron was a few steps behind Harry and Hermione - holding hands with Lavender.

After the meeting in Hogsmeade, the two had already been nearly inseparable. Only a few days later, Ron had finally announced to his friends that they were now officially a couple again.

Lavender also made the whole thing more than clear, though she really didn't seem to see Hermione as a threat any more. There had been no snarky comments or teasing so far.

Nevertheless, Hermione had felt a little nauseous when the two of them had presented their partner costume in the common room.

Ron had actually just changed back into his quidditch gear. Lavender had made glittery wings and slipped into a golden floor-length dress. She was a golden snitch. His golden snitch, she was ointing out at every chance she got.

Harry had transformed himself into a dragon with the help of Parvati. He also had wings on his back and Parvati had conjured red-golden shiny scales on his face, neck and on the visible skin on his arms.

She was really skilled at that. Hours before the party, the Gryffindors had already queued up to get their make-up or enchantments done by her.

Hermione didn't take herself out of it. She could have done it herself, but Parvati had beamed every time somebody asked for help with a costume, so Hermione had done her the favour, too.

She had, however, refrained from wings - there were always too many of them on Halloween anyway and it was terribly impractical. Insead she had conjured up red and golden feathers for herself on a long-sleeved dress.

Parvati had then, with a few small flicks of her wand, conjured up theatre make-up on Hermione's face in such a way that it looked deceptively like tiny feathers. She even made her masterpiece smudge-proof so that it would last the whole night.

And with that Hermione was a phoenix. A phoenix with brown hair, but whatever.

There was a student standing outside the Ravenclaws' door, holding it open so there wouldn't be a tailback building up. It would have been quite annoying if there had been riddles to solve for every group that arrived.

"Helloooo," Luna exclaimed excitedly as she saw her friends enter the room. Hermione blinked a few times and looked around at the others in confusion.

"Hi, um... What... are you?" she asked hesitantly.

Standing in front of them was Luna in a shiny metallic blue onesie. Her hair was also light blue and a bluish glow surrounded her entire body.

"Cool, isn't it?" asked Luna, spinning in a circle to show off her costume. "Professor Flitwick helped me with the illusion spell for the shimmer. I'm the imperius curse."

"You - what?" stammered Harry, and Hermione's mouth dropped open.

"Well for Halloween it should be something creepy and what's creepy if not the forbidden curses? I thought green was a bit too extreme, plus blue suits me better."

"Wow," Hermione brought out. "That really is..."

"Best costume ever!" exclaimed Seamus enthusiastically. "Really creative and definitely creepy."

"Thank you," Luna replied overjoyed, hopping from one foot to the other. "Hermione, you're a phoenix aren't you?"

Hermione nodded, still speechless.

"Harry? A dragon?"

"Right."

"Great and you two?" Luna peered at Seamus and Dean.

"I'm a vampire," Seamus replied, baring his glued-on fangs. That was pretty much his whole costume, though. Black pants, white shirt, vampire fangs.

Dean had apparently borrowed jewellery from all sorts of people, decking himself out with necklaces, bracelets and rings.

"It's more than obvious, isn't," he returned jokingly.

"Oh, yeah! A niffler, right?" guessed Luna and Dean gave a pleased nod.

"I think that's really great that you've all put so much effort into it and are all something different." Luna looked around at the door. "I'm sure the Slytherins will come last as usual, but I'm afraid they'll all look the same again anyway."

Hermione remembered that last year the Slytherins had all just dressed in black suits or dresses and had their faces painted as skeletons.

Luna led the way into the large common room that stretched around a fireplace. A disco ball and four large speaker boxes floated above it and music was already playing. Hermione gave Dean an amused look.

Since Spotify and iTunes had spread through the castle, many had acquired a taste for muggle music, even if muggleborns were mocked for that for years.

Right now "Rude" by MAGIC! was playing.

Dean leaned over to Hermione. "Bet they'll start playing football next," he whispered to her.

One by one, everyone showed up and Hermione was actually amazed.

Many had really gone all out this year when it came to their costumes.

From classics like cats, owls and more vampires, to mandrake babies, inferi, trolls and some teachers the variety amazing.

"She is simply the creepiest person in this castle," Ginny defended herself for dressing up as Trelawney. Her otherwise straight hair was wildly tousled and on her nose she wore glasses that were far too big with thick round lenses.

As expected, the Slytherin house had to make a special entrance and arrived half an hour later than everyone else for extra attention.

They didn't all look the same. Well, not really. A little bit, maybe.

There were no colours except green, black and silver, but as far as house go, the others were guilty as well.

Gryffindors predominantly wore red and gold, Ravenclaw wore blue, silver and bronze, Hufflepuff... well, they were completely multicoloured, but there was a lot of yellow.

At first glance, not all the Slytherin costumes were obvious, but Hermione couldn't be bothered asking.

She was only sure of Tracy Davis, she was a bat. And Draco was either a snake, or also a dragon, but without wings.

Theodor Nott was probably a vampire, but with considerably more effort than Seamus.

He wore a long black cloak, a loose white shirt underneath and a black top hat. He wore sparkling green contact lenses and black eyeliner.

Hermione caught Ginny following him around the room with her eyes, breaking off in mid-sentence, apparently oblivious to the fact that she had just been talking to her friend.

Hermione snapped her fingers in front of Ginny's nose, causing her to jump a little.

"Huh. I mean, yeah right. I agree."

"You weren't even listening to me!" laughed Hermione.

"Yes, I did."

"Well then, finish your sentence, won't you?" Hermione glanced over Ginny's shoulder.

"Or go to the buffet, because Theo is watching you right now, too."

"What, why would I go over to Theo?" Ginny was actually no better than Ron at hiding her interest in a person.

However, to Hermione's disappointment and Ginny's delight, at that very moment Luna came running across the room and grabbed them both by the arm.

"Come on, we're about to start karaoke!"

"Karaoke?" repeated Hermione sceptically.

"Yeah, it'll be fun," Luna assured, pulling them both along. Ginny glanced over her shoulder in the direction of the buffet once more and finally followed with a similar reluctance as Hermione.

Harry was already standing at a window with Dean and Seamus. They were next to the makeshift stage made out of four large wooden crates over which an old blue curtain had been stretched.

Justin and Hannah were already making a start with a song by the wizard band "The Hobgoblins".

"Where's Ron?" asked Hermione, sitting down next to Harry on the high windowsill.

"Snogging, probably," Seamus anticipated his answer.

"He'll be along in a minute," Harry agreed. "Lavender loves karaoke after all, she won't miss the chance to sing him a love song."

Seamus put on a telling look. "Wait until the punch bowl is empty, then even Draco will dance for us behind that microphone."

"Why, did Flitwick allow alcohol?" wondered Harry.

"Not really," Seamus replied. "But I saw that... someone was spikig the punch a little."

"I don't even want to know who it was," Hermione said, squinting her eyes at a particularly wonky note.

"I'm glad I haven't drunk any of it yet, thanks for the warning."

"Oh, bore," Seamus exclaimed, turning to Harry. "You will have a drink with me, won't you? Here's to our last Hogwarts Halloween!"

"Sure, I guess a glass won't hurt," Harry shrugged, jumping down from the windowsill to follow Seamus to the bar.

Dean looked up at Hermione.

"Will you hold the seat for Harry, or can I sit there? If I'm right in my guess, I'll need a good overview in a minute."

Hermione frowned questioningly.

"Um, yeah sure." She slid a little further against the cold wall. Not that Dean needed any more space than Harry did. With Harry and her, though, sticking close together was totally normal.

Dean found it much easier than she did to swing himself up onto the ledge.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I don't think there's booze in the punch," he admitted. "That looked more like something from potions class to me."

"What? Oh no, please don't tell me there's Amortentia or any such thing in there!"

"No, I don't think so," Dean reassured her. "Regarding the colour, it was either an elixir of confusion or of euphoria."

"That's in no way better! They're practically drugs," Hermione scowled.

She watched as some people filled punch into their glasses and toasted to others. At first glance, however, nothing was happening.

"The bottle was tiny, it's probably much more harmless than if someone had poured alcohol into it," Dean tried to calm her down. He peered at her from the side.

"You can still get upset about it if you want, though. Seamus isn't back, yet."

Hermione raised her eyebrows.

"Thanks, but..." She took a deep breath. "He does have a point, in a way. I can at least hold the know-it-all nerd back for once at the Halloween party."

"Bullshit," Dean replied so quietly that Hermione almost didn't hear it through the music.

"If there's anything we shouldn't be doing in our last year here, it's probably pretending, right? We really shouldn't care now, should we?"

He put on his disarming grin again.

"Besides, I like that about you, you've always been like that. And there's a difference between wanting to share your limitless and hard-learned knowledge and wanting to make others look stupid."

"Hermione, will you sing the next song with us?" Ginny was standing in front of them both, rescuing Hermione from the situation of not being able to handle compliments in a flash.

Luna and Ginny looked at her with begging puppy eyes.

"No, I'll leave that to you. I don't sing."

"Not at all?" asked Luna, disappointed. "But that's part of any good party!"

"Have fun then," Hermione just returned, making no move to leave her spot by the window.

Even though she couldn't look at Dean right now for the fear of blushing, she just wanted to stay seated here at any cost.

If she got up now, she would be too easy a prey for Luna, who would surely just grab her and drag her onto the stage. And on top of that, there was the danger of losing that comforting warm feeling in her stomach. Suddenly she felt as if she had tried the punch after all.

At least she had only known this feeling from eggnog at Christmas.

Although, that wasn't quite true. If she was completely honest, she could remember a situation in which she had definitely not drunk alcohol and yet the feeling had been similar.

When Viktor had asked her if she wanted to go to the yule ball with him.

Justin and Hannah left the stage to applause and Ginny and Luna finally pulled Neville behind the microphones with them. He didn't look too happy either, but resigned himself to his fate without much resistance. He didn't really have a choice anyway.

Luna held his wrist tightly and Ginny put an arm around his shoulders possessively as the first notes of "I Wanna Dance With Somebody" by Whitney Huston boomed from the speakers.

Luna didn't want to leave the stage at all, but finally Lavender was allowed to sing the love song Harry had predicted.

When Hermione realised that she had chosen "Call Me Maybe", she had to fight her flight instinct for a moment. Ron stood next to Harry in front of the stage with a glass of punch in his hand, looking like it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen or heard.

Just as Susan Bones was delivering a very passionate but unfortunately off-key rendition of "Since U Been Gone" by Kelly Clarkson, Seamus came over to Dean and Hermione laughing goofily.

"Well you two cuties? You're missing out, I tell you, the punch is great!" He shouted too loudly even for the booming music and Susan's cutting voice.

"I'll take your word for it. Will you sing us something while you're at it?" asked Dean, amused.

"Suuuuuure! But you have to sing with me. Harry's joining in too, he promised." He turned and yelled, "Right Harry?"

"Woohoooo!" was all Harry gave as an answer before he hugged Ron tightly.

"Oh boy," Hermione let out a laugh.

"What are you going to sing?" Dean sounded like he was talking to a kid right now, not his best friend.

"Harry always listens to that song by... I don't know what they're called. The one with the streetlight people."

"What?"

"The believin' one!"

"Don't Stop Believin'?"

"Yeaaaah, come on!" Seamus tugged on Dean's arm, causing him to stumble down from the windowsill a little ungently.

Hermione pressed her lips together to keep herself from laughing. This could only be good.

So Seamus, Dean, Harry and Ron were next on stage, which was actually a bit small for four people.

After the first few notes, all the Ravenclaws and most of the Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors were singing along, and even Hermione joined in on the chorus. After all, no one could hear her from over here.

Whether it was the punch or the typical Ravenclaw party atmosphere, she couldn't tell, but she actually spotted a few Slytherins dancing around the room as well.

"I wasn't expecting that," Ron commented a little later on the song that followed, when he had actually managed to break away from Lavender for a few minutes and keep Hermione and Harry company.

Behind the microphone, Crabbe and Goyle were having a try at "Do The Hippogriff" by the Weird Sisters.

Hermione scanned the room expecting to spot an angry Draco in a corner, ashamed to death of his two classmates, but she got something much better.

There were couples of some sort intertwined in almost every corner - including way back in the room. It probably hadn't been noticed by many, but from her spot Hermione could clearly see that there was a vampire and a divination teacher snogging right at this moment.

"Harry?" she asked in a lowered voice.

"Huh?"

"Make sure Ron's busy and doesn't go to the back left corner of the room or the mood might drop."

"Okay." Harry was definitely under the influence of some potion. Normally he would have wanted to know what was going on right away. Now, on the other hand, he simply grabbed Ron and persuaded him to go get some fresh air.

After the - admittedly - terrible performance of Crabbe and Goyle, Padma and Parvati took the stage. Hermione recognised the song directly and smiled to herself. She had often danced to "Sweet Dreams" by Eurythmics in the kitchen at home when she had made breakfast for her parents on a holiday weekend.

As if she had read their thoughts, Luna suddenly stood in front of her again.

"Will you dance with me?" she asked in a sugary sweet tone, holding out her hand.

"Alright," Hermione relented and slid down from her warm-seated spot to the floor.

"If you don't want anyone to look at you, I can dance a bit away from you," Luna suggested. "Usually everyone looks at me because they think I look weird dancing."

"No, bollocks!," Hermione replied. "I don't care, I just don't like singing."

"Okay." Luna took a step closer to her again and began to bounce around wildly.

Hermione confined herself to movements that didn't involve twirling her hands around.

By now almost everyone who wasn't snogging or taking a breather outside was dancing. Surely the ominous potion in the punch had helped with that, but maybe it was just the welcoming and open vibe that Ravenclaw parties had.

It didn't matter who danced in which way or how crookedly someone sang. Draco and Pansy could stand on the sidelines and gossip all they wanted. Hopefully they had fun doing it.

At some point during the song, Harry came back and bridged the gap between Hermione's dancing and Luna's elaborate performance.

Before Hermione knew it, she had danced through five songs. At some point, Ginny had joined them back as well. Seamus and Harry were still acting like clingy small siblings, but it seemed as Dean was in his element. You would have thought he was babysitting them.

Late in the evening, Ginny and Luna actually grabbed the microphones again.

"Alabama, Arkansas, I do love my Ma' and Pa', not the way that I do love you," Luna sang the first line of "Home".

Harry and Seamus were immediately in each other's arms, emotionally swaying back and forth, while Dean watched them with an amused shake of his head.

"I think it's about time for bed," he observed.

"Yeah, I'm tired," Seamus muttered, clutching Harry's arm even tighter.

"After that song!" protested Harry.

"Yeah, yeah," Dean merely replied, patting his head.

"I can't believe it, I hope they remember all that tomorrow," Hermione commented, looking around. Many were now swaying back and forth more than dancing and a few people here and there were singing along.

"Dean, come here, I like you so much," Seamus mumbled, reaching his arm out to his best friend.

"I like you, too," Dean replied with a laugh, allowing himself to be pulled close.

"Hermione, you know you're the best, right?" exclaimed Harry, wrapping his free arm around her shoulders.

"I know. You too, Harry," she giggled, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Oh, home, let me come home. Home is wherever I'm with you."

"That was such a great party," Harry sighed dreamily.

"Harry, where did your wings go?" asked Hermione.

"I don't know."

"And where's Ron?"

"No idea." Harry yawned.

"We laugh until we think we'll die, barefoot on a summer night. Nothing new is sweeter than with you."

"I'm tired."

"I know, we'll go in a minute." Hermione looked over to Dean. Now she also sounded like a big sister.

"Oh, home, let me come home. Home is wherever I'm with you"