AN: Sorry for the delay. one of the walls to our house collapsed and it's just been A Week.
Rosehill was a complete wreck without her. Hermione tried to give them the benefit of the doubt, but she came home to find the house a mess, people fighting, and tensions at an all time high. The cows were the most well-off of everyone, snug and happy in the barn.
It took Hermione most of the four days leading up to the next run to put it back together again. Consistent meals helped a lot, but then there was the issue of getting people to stop fighting and accusing each other of being a mole without proof. There wasn't even any event that led them to believe that, it was just a sentiment that sparked and grew out of control.
So Hermione bumped up the number of families moving out to seven in hopes it would move on a little faster. She barely had time to rehearse an opening song for the band before the next move out. They shifted between their covers each move.
"You know, they're not very smart," said Cedric. "We could probably get away with just having the band."
"This isn't just evading the Death Munchers," she said. "Even if Our Good Friend doesn't pick up on the Piranha Plants, it'll look very strange for a band to be constantly moving in and out each week and not have a single gig. The police will wise up. I'm black, you're ethnically ambiguous, we're gender nonconforming punks, what are we going to do if they suspect we're part of a drug ring? We use magic on them, that could open up an entire mess of other problems."
Draco looked up from his sheet music at her. "Is that your thought process for everything?"
"Yeah, why?"
He was silent for a beat too long. "Nothing."
She rolled her eyes. "Let's try it again from the top."
The first two months were uneventful, but she knew the quiet wouldn't last forever. She just forgot it and in a lapse of sanity, decided to take a group of fifty because it would mean the number of guests they had left were divided by half. It didn't help that there were more coming in who wanted to get out.
She noticed the tail in London.
At first, she thought maybe she was just being paranoid, until she spotted the same car on their way to Paris. It had an uncanny ability to maneuver around unmaneuverable traffic.
"Shit," she huffed.
"What's wrong?" Cedric asked.
"We're being followed," she said. "Hold the wheel."
She let go and he quickly leaned over to steer while she dug around in her purse.
"Brake!"
She looked up and slammed on the brakes.
"Sorry." She fished out the mirror to call Esperanza. "Show me Zaza."
Thankfully, her cousin answered.
"Bueno?"
"Hola prima, can you hear me alright?"
"Yes. What's going on?"
"We're in a bit of a jam, we have a tail. If I go to Versailles, we'll be made. Can you find out if there's a band that needs an opening act? You got our demo right?"
"I did, it was fun colors," she said. "Do you have a gig tonight?"
"Yes, we just can't get to the base. We'll have to convince them we're just a really weird band. I can't trust that they'll go away by tonight."
Esperanza hummed. "I'll see what I can do."
"Yes, that'd be good."
Esperanza hung up. Hermione handed Cedric the compact and shoved her purse aside.
"Duckie, warn the others and make a note for me to give Fred a big fat 'I told you so' for laughing at me for putting extra food down there."
Draco unbuckled his seatbelt and opened up the bottom of the van. There was a wave of groans.
"Yeah, yeah, we aren't happy about it either," said Hermione. "But I'll tell you what we'll do. Those of you with small children will be apparated to the base. I'm afraid the rest of you are going to have to sit tight."
She went to the venue they'd been booked to. Thankfully, there was a place for them to park in the back. The best thing about it was that it was closed off to everyone except venue employees. It was hidden from the street so she'd have a bit of allowance to move those that absolutely needed to rest.
Hermione stopped at the gate and pressed the intercom button. She patted for the voice candy and came up empty.
"Allô?"
"Ça va?" said Hermione, making her voice as deep as she could without trying to sound like a mockery. "I know we're early, but it's Inigo. Can we go ahead and park?"
There was a buzzer and the gate moved. Hermione pulled around to the back and watched the car that had been tailing her stop. They were terrible at their job.
She maneuvered around so the back of the van was hidden. They were watching.
Hermione climbed out and the back door of the club opened. A statuesque woman with cherry red hair stepped out. Veela, non-magic user. Verifiably Sabrina Dupain, the owner.
"We're being tailed," said Hermione. "I don't have a good look at them and I only have the energy to move some parents and young children. Can we hide out here until showtime?"
"Of course," said Sabrina. "Do you need food?"
"Probably. We have enough for three days, but I don't know how much farther I'll have to go after today."
She nodded. "Tell me what you need."
Hermione turned around as Cedric and Draco helped out the twelve who wouldn't be able to manage much longer than that day.
"There's a few more of you," said Hermione. "Your families…"
"We'll be alright," said Martha, adjusting her hold on her baby. "We've discussed it and we know you can only take so many. We also know you rescuing all of us and our families is not something you can do all the time."
"I appreciate it," said Hermione.
Cedric lifted his head. "They're trying to approach."
"I'm on it," said Sabrina, ducking back inside.
Now they could hear the gate rattling. Hermione waved the group back towards the van. She was in panic mode.
"Shh!" she hissed as everyone tried to start talking at once.
"I heard something," said a man down the alley. "If it's that Mudblood…"
"Quiet!"
Hermione grabbed Cedric's hand and spun in a circle, kicking over a trash can.
"We know you're there!" a third voice sang.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Hermione pushed Cedric against the wall and kissed him. He entwined his arms around her. She tried to seem casual about it even though she was freaking out inside.
"Gotcha!"
Hermione glared at the three Death Eaters and started cussing them out in French.
"Are you looking at my girl?" she growled in heavily-accented English. "Eh merde, you will see enough at the show tonight! I will fuck you up!"
The youngest pointed his wand at her chest. Give nothing away.
"You should be bowing to us, filthy Muggle!" he spat.
Hermione snatched the wand out of his hand and snapped it in two over her knee.
"You're so tough," said Cedric in French, throwing his arms around her to play the part of adoring partner, though his tenseness showed he was poising for a fight. "You will fight them for me?"
"We should just kill them!" the middle ranked Death Eater huffed and drew his wand.
Only one had a Dark Mark. He was slightly more powerful given he could be seen through her contact. The other two were mere wisps. Wouldn't be a long fight, but if they disappeared or escaped, they'd have to burn this carefully cultivated cover and she really didn't like pretending to be a documentary crew or college kids. Those were harder to maintain than indie band scrounging for gigs.
"With a fucking stick?" Hermione scoffed. "What do you think we are? Vampires? News flash, dumb shit. They don't exist!"
Two more voices came up from the alley. The stage doors opened and a security guard stepped out.
"You are trespassing on private property," he said. "I will have to ask you to leave."
Hermione slowly stepped back with Cedric, ready to fight at the drop of the hat. Thankfully, the leader of the tail team held up a hand.
"We were mistaken," he said, a glazed look crossing his eyes. "If it were her, there would have been a real fight. Come, we can't alert the Ministry of our presence."
"That stupid Muggle broke my wand!"
"Well that's your fault, innit? Idiot."
"I better not catch you looking at my girl again!" Hermione spat.
They left and she felt her knees shake. She exhaled slowly.
"Sorry," she said.
"I think it was the best option," said Cedric, looking slightly dazed. "Let's get where we're going."
Hermione nodded and rounded the van.
"Okay, let's go, I apologize for the fodder for your children's vocabulary." She tossed the broken wand onto the floor of the van. "I can take six at a time, join hands with me."
It took seven minutes to take all twelve to Sirius' house and explain the situation. Three of them were spent having Mrs. Weasley funnel sandwiches she made into a basket along with cookies, veggie sticks, and some jugs of butterbeer. Hermione passed along the basket.
"Adrien is going to keep an eye on the van," said Draco. "Sabrina said we can wait in the green room until it's time."
"Right. Great. Let's go inside." Hermione grabbed her bag and her box of equipment and hurried out of the harsh light of day to the cool, dark club. The other band du jour was already playing for a weekend crowd.
They knew their way around pretty well by now.
Hermione set down her equipment and ran a cleaning charm over the couch before collapsing onto it.
"Erm… I'm going to change," said Cedric.
"Okay."
He had tried to perform as Vanessa and they got attacked outside the club. That was after multiple beer bottles and drink glasses were thrown at them. People were horrible and it frustrated and infuriated Hermione to no end, but they couldn't afford to make a statement like that at this time.
They had about four hours until showtime. Sabrina gave them food. Cedric redid his makeup and took off the wig to do his hair, Draco sat down in a corner to read, and Hermione continued her crochet project.
"When traffic is light, I can drive," said Cedric. "I'm not confident in rush hour, but if we need to keep moving…"
Hermione nodded. "Okay. Thank you."
He approached the couch and she moved her feet so he could sit down. She didn't initiate conversation, she just focused on counting the stitches in her chain. While she did that, Cedric read part of a book, scribbled in a notebook, tinkered with something he'd had in his prosthetic compartment, and then brought out his guitar to warm up. He cycled through this multiple times.
"God, Cedric, can't you sit still for five minutes?!" Draco snapped.
"Actually, we should probably warm up now," said Hermione, putting her project away. "Rehearse a bit."
"Nia? Bueno?"
Cedric took out the compact and handed it over. Hermione opened it.
"Esperanza, ¿qué lo qué?"
"Okay, so I already found two bands who will be touring in the same city as I am. They agreed to have you as an opening act as a favor to me, for as long as you need to hide out. We will all be in Berlin in three days for about a week, can you get there?"
"Yeah," said Hermione. "Who are the bands we could open for?"
"Both like your sound, I have Haujobb and I have Green Day."
Cedric gasped.
"I think Haujobb is more suited to your sound, they like electronic music," Esperanza continued. "Both are paying gigs, I offered to help out their current opening acts in the interim. I always like to boost artists."
"I'll need a moment to think on that," said Hermione.
Cedric shook his head and got down on his knees mouthing, "Green Day!"
"I need an answer now," said Esperanza. "I have them both on hold."
Hermione grinned as Cedric clasped his hands together and gave her puppy dog eyes.
"Please, please, please!" he whispered.
"Haujobb sounds pretty tempting," said Hermione. "But I think we'll open for Green Day. While you're there, I can pass off our current guests. You have so much in your show, who will notice forty more people?"
"Exactly and my bomboncito is playing there while the International Quidditch League decides on whether they should push off the World Cup for a year. You know, in case the thing in England starts spreading. Hold please."
Cedric bit his lips as Esperanza picked up the phone.
"Hola," she said. "You sure you're happy taking the Piranha Plants for the moment? Bueno, and don't worry about your current opening act, my opening act requested a short hiatus while they work on some songs so you are really helping me out here. Sí. They are in Paris tonight, they will be in Berlin in time for rehearsal… Okay. Bye-bye."
She hung up and thanked Haujobb, but assured them that things worked out.
"Yes, I would be interested in collaboration, too. Thank you. Okay. Bye-bye." She hung up. "You owe me, cousin."
"I know, I know," said Hermione. "Precious gems, tailoring, contract review, whatever you need."
"I'll let you know. Have a good show."
"Thanks." Hermione hung up.
Cedric screamed and threw his arms around her middle.
"We're opening for Green Day!" he cheered.
Hermione smiled and patted his head. "I'll have to tell the others what's going on."
He huffed and hugged her tighter.
"The place will probably burn down again," he muttered.
"Don't be ridiculous," she said. "The triplets put fire suppressant charms in the foundations, remember? If it's not a candle or in a fireplace, it doesn't last."
"Well, at least there's that. I worry about the cows, they're in their last month…"
"I'll see if arrangements can be made for them," she said.
"Thanks." He got up and grabbed his guitar. "Let's practice."
It was a bit awkward to do in the green room, but they managed. Pretty soon, they were called to set up. Cedric was practically vibrating with excitement. Hermione knew if he had his tail it would be wagging like crazy.
The full moon was coming up, but thankfully she had thought to make and pack one of the potions that pushed the transformation off. That might also help with the cover. Of course, Cedric once thought it would help keep the Ministry off his tail when he robbed it.
Any chance was a chance.
Hermione set up her soundboard and sat down on a stool. After the magic she used, she couldn't stand through their set. Especially since they had a drive ahead of them.
A lot of the younger crowd liked their sound, but girls adored both Cedric and Draco. They seemed to like Draco the most, flirting with him and handing him their numbers. Sometimes either boy got a bra or two depending on how late in the night their set was.
It was fine. The jealousy Hermione felt at seeing pretty girls fawn over Cedric wasn't fine, but she chose to remain friends rather than try for a romance again, she had no right to feel possessive. So she kept those feelings bottled up.
Maybe she was really bothered about how she was snubbed for the two of them. Not that she'd ever call the numbers if she ever got them.
It was complicated.
Tonight was no different.
After their set, they opened their merch table. Sold some t-shirts, some cassettes, a bunch of buttons and patches. Hermione usually manned the table while the boys got flirted with.
"Do you want to come back to my place?" a beautiful girl asked Cedric. "It's not far."
"I'm flattered, but I've already got a commitment," he said.
"She's not here, is she?"
Cedric blinked. This was the fifth time, why hadn't he figured out a response to it?
"Why should that matter?" he said at last.
"Well, she doesn't have to know," said the girl tugging the lapel of his jacket. "It doesn't have to mean anything."
Cedric shook his head and went over to Hermione.
"Ready to hit the road?"
"Just about," she said.
"Can I have your autograph?" asked a fan, holding out a sharpie.
"Sure." Cedric scribbled out a signature that didn't really look like anything.
"And yours!" said the fan to Draco.
At least Draco easily became Drago. People hardly ever asked Hermione to sign and when she did she just did a wiggly line.
The last fan bought a button. Hermione packed up the rest of the merch and carried it out to the van. She climbed into the driver's side. Draco got in the back and Cedric got in the passenger's side.
"Is everyone alright?" she called after having Draco lift the secret door.
"All present and accounted for!" someone called up.
Hermione turned over the ignition and tapped her compass. "Point me to Berlin, Germany."
Once they were on the road, Cedric removed his prosthetic and winced. He was back in his Vanessa disguise for the checkpoints.
"Are you okay?" Hermione asked.
"Mm… just wearing this too much," he said. "I'll be alright. At least I'm a lefty."
She nodded and turned her attention to the road. Once they were out of the city, Cedric insisted they switch and let Draco sit in the passenger's side.
Hermione rolled out the mattress and removed her binder and contact before lying down. She only slept for a few hours before she was wide awake.
"Where's the danger?!" she gasped, drawing her wand.
It was dawn. It might even be beautiful if she could calm down long enough to admire it.
"No danger," said Cedric. "It's alright. I'm driving really well. We're just stopped for a bathroom break and to check on everyone."
"Oh." She put her wand away and sat up.
Everyone was doing alright.
"Can't we just turn around?" someone asked. "We must've shaken them by now."
"They're probably watching the base," said Draco. "We can't risk that on this run."
Hermione stumbled out of the van and went into the gas station with Cedric. They grabbed some snacks and paid for gas. Thankfully they had a franc to Deutsche Mark exchange in shop and both agreed someone really oughta standardize currency. There, they found directions to a camping site.
'Safer than a hotel,' Cedric projected.
'I agree.'
"Want me to drive?" she asked.
"No, I think I can manage," he said. "You get some more rest."
They headed back to the van. Hermione tried to stay awake and crochet a bit more, but next thing she knew Draco was nudging her.
"Come on, budge over," he said.
She groaned and tucked her legs in. He huffed and lifted the foot of the futon up, flipping it over her.
"Alright, you've got thirty minutes to walk around and stretch your legs," said Cedric. "It's pretty secluded here, I put some wards up, but just to be sure, if you see anyone don't talk to them, just come back here, and don't wander too far. When you get back, we're going to sleep for a few hours, you'll have ten more minutes to walk and stretch, and then we'll be on our way to Berlin."
Hermione rolled over and drifted off, jammed between the bucket seat and the side of the van. She woke up a little when they came back and the mattress was flipped back down.
"We doing a cuddle pile?" she asked.
"I'd love a cuddle pile," said Cedric, hopping in.
She hissed and he froze.
"You poke me with those spikes and we're strapping you to the roof like grandma."
He relaxed and chuckled, removing his jacket and dropping it into the front seat.
"Do I have to?" Draco asked.
"It's just sleeping," said Hermione. "But why don't you keep watch and you can sleep in the back while we drive the rest of the way?"
He agreed to that and closed one of the doors.
Hermione moved over. Cedric crammed in next to her and she was out like a light.
By lunchtime, they were on their way to Berlin. Draco was snoring in the back and Cedric was jiggling his leg.
"Nervous about being followed or excited to finally meet Green Day?" Hermione asked.
"Bit of both," he admitted. "Where are we going to stay?"
"Well, we're going to the hotel they're staying at," she said. "Esperanza's there too. They're performing one after another at Huxley's. It's a good meet in the middle. I've got where everyone is going, so we'll look over the tour routes and see. Viktor's probably going to take some."
She looked in the side view mirror and frowned.
"We still being followed?" he asked, fixing his wig.
"I'm not sure. They might be suspicious with us being at the same hotel, but that's just a risk we'll have to take."
"Are we actually going to meet them?" Cedric asked. "Billie Joe Armstrong? Mike Dirnt? Tré Cool? They're like… my Selena."
"I'd think so," she said. "At least a short conversation."
He tapped his heels on the ground. "Should I change clothes? I guess not, I mean Pansy Division opened for them."
"Be yourself," said Hermione. "And if you faint, I'll catch you."
"Yeah, you're right," he sighed. "I hope they're nice."
When they reached Berlin, she modified the compass to point them to the hotel. She got a message from Esperanza through the bracelet.
"Oh, we're going to the venue," she said and tapped the compass for Neue Welt.
"Oh, God!" Cedric clutched his chest.
"What the bloody hell is wrong with you?" Draco demanded.
"Like you weren't shitting your pants when Viktor sat next to you at the Slytherin Table," said Hermione.
He cleared his throat and dropped it.
Hermione found the place and pulled around to the back.
"Piranha Plants," she said to the security guard.
He radioed and received a crackled response. The bar moved up and they were waved through. Almost there. The van felt small compared to the buses and lorries for Green Day's and Esperanza's shows.
She pulled between them and an assistant ran up to receive them.
"Miss Sanchez is waiting for you," she said. "She asks that you bring your guests with you. Do not worry, they'll be safe. Everyone here has been sworn to secrecy."
"Um, brill," said Hermione, going around to let everyone out. "Come on, please stay as a group."
Cedric put the wig away and let his hair down. He debated about the prosthetic and left it off. He was wearing the black lace frock and his leather jacket to stave off the April chill.
To keep her documenting going, Hermione set her camera up on her shoulder.
"Follow me, please!" Hermione called and followed the assistant into the place.
"We're playing here?" said Draco, looking around.
Standing around on the stage at a table were Esperanza, Miguel, and the members of Green Day. Cedric gasped and grabbed Hermione's hand. She smiled and squeezed it.
"It's them!" he whispered.
"Herminita!" Esperanza squealed and ran over to hug her.
"Hola, prima," said Hermione. "Thanks for this, I think my hubris got the better of me on this one."
"That's okay. We were comparing routes," said Esperanza. "You're lucky their tour was pushed back a few months due to current issues."
"Do they… you know…"
"Yes. They know. Come and meet them."
Cedric squeezed Hermione's hand tighter as they approached.
"Hello," said Hermione. "I'm Nia, this is Cedric, my right hand, and Draco."
Cedric opened his mouth and no sound came out.
"Thanks for working with us," she continued. "What school did you go to?"
"Salem Institute of Magic, Oregon," said Billie. "What about you?"
"Hogwarts and Castelobruxo," she said. "I have a lifetime ban on all the others."
"Yeah, I can see that," said Tré. "Not often a teenager makes world news, Miss Grand Sorceress. Huge fan of that S.A.M.B. thing, by the way."
"We're all about making a space for the voiceless," Mike agreed.
"I see my reputation precedes me," she said.
"You okay there?" Billie asked Cedric.
"Oh, he's just not a fan," said Hermione.
Cedric snapped out of it. "Wait, no!"
"Yeah, I practically had to drag him kicking and screaming here," she continued, leaning away from Cedric as he tried to cover her mouth. "He hates punk! He thinks noise bands are anything that isn't country! He wanted to open for David Hasselhoff!"
"Lies! All lies!" Cedric shouted, jumping on her. "Don't listen to her."
"In fact, he told me— he told me—" Hermione laughed and quickly pinned him to the ground. "You can't beat me, you know this. Uncle?"
"Uncle your ass!"
Hermione pulled him to his feet. "I'm just kidding. He adores you."
"Dookie was the first album I ever bought for myself," said Cedric breathlessly. "The first time I heard your music I realized 'Someone out there gets what I'm feeling!' I have been listening to Nimrod non-stop!"
"Trust me, he has," said Draco.
Billie chuckled and held out his hand. "Nice to meet a fan, Cedric. That's a cool jacket."
"Thanks! I decorated the jacket, but I got it—well it was gift from her stepmum. See, I escaped school to visit her in the hospital when she was in a coma—"
While Cedric babbled, Hermione stepped around them and looked at the touring schedules.
"We have safe houses here, here, and here. I'll be sending some back to France to be with their families, but most can jump on with Esperanza and she can pass them off to Viktor."
"The Sofia Lions are stopping by for my concert," said Esperanza. "Until then, we can spread—what did you call them?—the guests, out in the hotel for a few days. You three are sharing a room. It's the best I could do."
"We'll manage," said Hermione. "We're going to have to keep the Death Eaters off our tail. Ugh, Mad-Eye is going to get on my case if we're gone too long."
"He really shouldn't," said Cedric. "You're the boss, he should respect that. Tonks says his attitude comes from a place of caring."
"Well, we're going to England and Ireland before jumping on the next leg," said Billie. "You'll be back in pretty quick."
"It's really cool of you to help us," said Hermione. "Thank you."
"How much longer is this going to take?" Moira demanded, approaching them. "I cannot live in these conditions. Bad food, sleeping cramped together. A lady has standards you know!"
Hermione expected a few cracks. Cedric just rolled his eyes.
"She's doing her best," he scoffed. "And trust me, this isn't bad at all."
"It's torture! No better than that cell!"
"No it's not. Torture is sleeping under an overpass after getting the shit kicked out of you for stealing food from a restaurant dumpster," said Cedric. "And when you check the food you managed to steal, you realize they poured bleach over it. Torture is never being able to stay in one place for long because someone wants your head mounted on a wall! You don't have to like your situation, but you better stop bitching to the people who are moving your ungrateful asses! I was homeless for a year and six months! You're just temporarily displaced until the war is over! Your homes are going to be waiting for you when you return, we'll make sure of that."
"Seven months," said Hermione. "Two and a half years if you count surfing on my couch. Journey is almost over people, for most of you, a week tops. Can you all deal with that?"
Her query was met with much grumbling. Hermione shook her head.
"We have jobs waiting for you at the safe houses," said Esperanza.
"Thank you," said Hermione. "You know, I think everyone will feel better once we get to the hotel and can all shower and rest and have a real meal. So, big question, meeting points, schedule. What do you need from us to make sure this runs smoothly?"
"We got two days here," said Billie. "Tomorrow and the day after, then we hand it over to Esperanza. Do you have a car?"
"Yes, a van Cedric fixed up for us," said Hermione.
"Speaking of," said Miguel. "Cedric, can you take a look at our equipment? It's been acting up."
"Yeah. High magic usage?"
He nodded.
"I can get to it tonight.'
"Tomorrow we're meeting for rehearsal at one," said Billie. "We warm up, go over the set, mic check. Think you want to do a song with us, Cedric?"
"Yes!" he gasped and blinked. "Sorry, should I have hesitated? I can do King For a Day!"
He fumbled for his guitar case and Hermione put a hand on his back.
"Is there room to keep our guests at the concert? I'd feel better keeping them close before the hand-off."
"Only if we give them backstage passes," said the assistant.
"Okay. They're either here or at the hotel," said Hermione. "Hear that everyone? We're heading to the hotel. Your choice, do you want to travel in the van or Cedric's backpack?"
She sensed someone run up behind her and flipped them over their shoulder, she pinned her knee to their chest, her fists crackling with energy. Finally, she realized who it was and huffed in annoyance.
"Robbie! I was about to punch you in the face."
She hauled him to his feet.
"Sorry," he said, rubbing his chest. "I was just excited to see you. I'm living the dream, thanks to you."
"Glad to hear it," she said, patting his shoulder. "Alright, everyone…"
In the brief moment she had removed her attention from them, everyone had fallen into conversation. This time Esperanza raised her hand calling for their attention.
"I'll take you to the hotel in the bus," she said.
"The bus sounds great," said Hermione. She clapped her hands. "Alright people. You'll collect your luggage from the van, anything left behind will be incinerated."
"No, it won't," said Cedric.
"Er, Nia," said Robbie, grabbing her hand. "While you're here, did you want to grab dinner or something? Just the two of us?"
Oh geez.
"I can't," she said. "I'd love to catch up and see how you're doing, but I've got a lot on my plate."
"Alright. Too bad you're not with us. I would've loved to dance with you again."
Shouldn't he have a super cute girlfriend by now and have forgotten all about her?
"Catch you later, Robbie," she said and grabbed Cedric's hand. "Come on, I need to burn my socks. Nice to meet you guys. See you for rehearsal tomorrow."
"See you," said Billie.
"Oh my God!" Cedric shook Hermione as they walked away. "Green Day! They seem nice!"
"Yeah, I'm glad about that," she said. "Thought they were going to hug you or something, spilling out your life story like that."
He cringed. "Ooh, I wish I hadn't brought that up. I sounded like an idiot!"
"Too late. It's done. Maybe they'll write a song about you."
"Yeah right." He put an arm around her and dropped his voice. "Are you alright?"
"Just tired," she said. "I feel all gross and grubby."
He nodded in agreement and rested his head against hers.