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Chapter 2: Training

Hermione had looked herself in the mirror at least twenty more times before leaving the bathroom. Pansy had been gone an eternity, and even though she knew she was going to be late to the Great Hall, she didn't care. She didn't think she could eat a single pea with all of her nerves on the surface. She felt the palms of her hands grow more and more sweaty with each step she took, her heart beating hard in her chest as she approached her destination.

Hermione slowed the pace when the murmur of the people began to be heard in the hallway. She had to try to calm down. There was no point in falling faint in front of everyone just because she wasn't able to control her nerves, that was not the plan at all. She stopped walking completely and leaned a moment against the wall, closing her eyes and becoming aware of what she was about to do. She was going to go in there, and was going to do it thinking she was a goddess. Hermione needed to find that confidence in herself to leave them all speechless. Hell, she was spectacular! But there was something that did not quite fit in her head... Would a costume change be enough for Malfoy to start noticing her? Even without being in front of him he managed to make her feel afraid. And Hermione hated having to admit that she enjoyed that power he had over her without even being aware. Damn Malfoy, at what moment had he crossed her path and flipped her mentalities upside down. But she was going to do it, she had to. Pansy had already reminded her of what she had been trying not to think since the beginning of the term. After graduation, she would never see him again. She had already spent too much time trying to ignore that, she needed to do something about it. And fast.

Hermione opened her eyes again, and more determined than ever, crossed the hall and grabbed the knob of the big oak door. No, she wasn't going to think twice… she knew that the moment was now. Hermione turned the knob and pulled it so that the doors opened wide, showing it to everyone in an almost theatrical way. The students sitting closest to the door were the first to notice her, although the others soon realized her presence too. A discreet whispering began to spread throughout the room while Hermione tried to control the seesaw of her chest. Ironically, the first thing she noticed was that the main dishes had disappeared from the tables and now they were full of sweets and various fruits for dessert. The second thing she did was to look almost hysterically at the Slytherin's table. She had not planned to do it at first, it had been almost instinctive. She just felt the need to verify that Malfoy's reaction was the expected one, urging her to verify that this shtick had not been in vain.

She soon found him around his friends, but Draco Malfoy wasn't even looking at her. He was chewing an apple carelessly while reading a newspaper spread on the table. Hermione could see that Pansy was at his side. She had stiffened when she realized that her friend seemed to be the only person in the place who didn't look at the Gryffindor. Without thinking twice she nudged him hard in his ribs. He was more than ready to return it, but the movement of the girl's head towards some place distracted him enough to bother to look at her.

Yes, Draco Malfoy was watching her. And yes, she was looking at him too. She didn't know how much time had passed since her triumphal entry into the great dining room, but at that moment she didn't care much. Malfoy was looking at her with surprise, that was clear. He scanned her from the top to the bottom, as if he could not recognize her and thought she was someone else... but when it came to her eyes his brow furrowed. He had already realized that it was only her, Granger. She saw him shudder a little before he shook his head and continued his reading. She and Pansy looked at each other, the first clearly dismayed and the second with a hint of rage badly contained in the eyes.

Aware that she was still the center of attention, she hurried to her table and sat among her friends to sink into the seat and try to forget that this spectacle was so awfully embarrassing.

"You look different." Ron said as soon as she was next to him.

Hermione gave him a poisoned look that made her friend's face turn redder than usual. It was clear that they were not going to let her forget that so easily.

"Yes... nice clothes." Harry added with a glance of surprise in his voice.

"Leave me alone." Hermione snapped reluctantly. She was not going to explain it to any of them, that's for sure.

Ronald's sister leaned out from behind Harry to take a look at what would undoubtedly be the subject of conversation for all during the remainder of the course.

"What are you wearing?" She said then, making sure to frown for her to see the expression.

Hermione turned to her and narrowed her eyes as she fixed them on her tilted smile. She knew well that her words were meant to hurt, she never missed the slightest opportunity to release some comment out of place. They had never been best friends, but they had always had to endure. Hermione was aware that Ginny had always seen her as a potential threat, as an obstacle that prevented her from trapping Harry with her claws and taking him to her cave to never let him out. Hermione was always going to be there to give a warm hug to the boy of her dreams, to help him with his tasks and to accompany him to the Diagon Alley to buy clothes if necessary. Ginny knew that Hermione had always been and was going to be first, and even if there was only friendship between them, it seemed that her blood boiled whenever she saw her near him. It was stupid, her jealousy could not be justified in any way. And although Hermione had always preferred to keep the peace instead of responding to her provocations, now she was more than willing to help Pansy with her task. Ginevra was too disturbed for Harry, infinitely worse than the Slytherin herself, who was prideful and arrogant but could at least see reality as it was. She really couldn't imagine anyone but Ginny thinking of her as an impediment to anyone approaching Harry. The very idea was ridiculous.

"I'm dressed as your worst nightmare." Thought Hermione in response to her question as she looked away. "By the witch that will make you lose Harry forever."

Maybe it was true the fact that the old Hermione was already dead. Maybe having been close to Pansy and having agreed to be part of her twisted plan would have actually killed her. She only hoped to be able to rise from her ashes... and forget that terrible humiliation soon.

Pansy paced back and forth in the bathroom when Hermione came in that afternoon. They had not agreed to meet again, but after the failure she had assumed that the Slytherin would want to talk more deeply... although she was so deep in her thought that it took her almost half a minute to notice her presence.

"That was a complete failure." Pansy said in the sharpest voice she had ever heard. "An absolute and damned failure!"

"Yes, I was there... and I was the protagonist." Hermione reminded her. Just thinking about it, the hair on the back of her neck stood on end.

"Obviously I haven't taken into account that you are still you..." the girl commented, more for herself than for Hermione. She kept circling around Myrtle's bathroom while she seemed completely immersed in her thoughts.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that Draco still sees you as Granger: Insufferable Know-It-All. I saw it on his face when he realized it was you. Yes, it doesn't matter if you dress with rags woven by fairies, he will continue to shudder with your presence."

"Thank you for the encouragement." Complained Hermione, who perfectly remembered the grimace of disgust on Draco's face without needing Pansy to mention it to her.

"No, I need an infinitely better plan."

"What about one that doesn't imply me to change the way I look? He must want me the way I am, but unless I can prove that my ancestors were pure blood and that my future is solved with a vault full of money in Gringotts, there is nothing to do."

Pansy approached her and put her index finger very close to her face in a somewhat intimidating manner.

"Don't think I'm going to leave now that the game has started, do you hear me, Granger? And you are not going to do it either."

Hermione stepped back instinctively. Then she sighed and bit her lip with discomfort. "It's obvious that he hates me for who I am, Parkinson. After today I don't see how to change that."

The Slytherin snorted before giving her a stern look. "Don't be ridiculous, will you? He likes you more than you think."

"What?"

"You heard me, Granger. I know these things, trust me. He just needs to realize it. And although we can't change your blood status or your Hogwarts home, we can come up with something to change the way in which he sees you." She said, emphasizing the right words.

"And how do you plan to achieve that?" There was a noticeable suspicion in Hermione's voice, who strongly believed that she was completely wrong about Malfoy liking her.

"I'm thinking, I'm thinking."

"What if you humiliate him in something in which he thinks he's the best?" Said a ghostly voice suddenly. Myrtle came out of nowhere and floated up to them. "Surely that will make him start to see you differently. I didn't have much time to get to understand men's behaviour in depth when I was alive but I would swear they like to be challenged. Especially when it comes to Slytherin kids."

The ghost crossed her legs as if she were sitting somewhere, but still levitated in the air.

"That's it!" A huge, resplendent smile appeared on Pansy's face as she rubbed her hands. "You will surprise him tomorrow morning in the Quidditch training! The pitch is reserved for Slytherins and Gryffindors, it is the perfect opportunity to be noticed."

Hermione had opened her eyes and her mouth at the same time. No doubt, accepting the challenge of getting Draco to notice her had drove her completely crazy. "Do I have to remind you that I'm not even on the team?" Hermione shook her head. What the hell was she thinking?

"Oh come on, Potter is the captain." She smiled a little when she said his surname. "It will not be a problem to let you train with them once. Tell him you're curious, I don't know."

"But I can count with the fingers of one hand the times I have climbed on a broom! I get dizzy just thinking about it, why do you think I'm going to impress him if I'm not able to get up a foot from the ground without falling?"

The girl smiled astutely at her. "Because the one that will be flying will be me."

Pansy and Hermione looked into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity. The ghost looked at them with emotion etched in her face. It was clear that life in the pipes was so boring that when she had the opportunity to witness such a situation she didn't want to waste it. Surely it was the most fun she had seen in all of her years as a ghost... and probably also in the human ones.

"Correct me if I'm wrong." Hermione said at last in a thin voice. "Are you talking about using Polyjuice potion?"

"That's it."

Hermione took a deep breath when she noticed that her lungs had run out of oxygen. It was done. She had gone absolutely crazy.

"Okay... so suddenly I can think of a few inconveniences to your plan." Pansy arched an eyebrow. "The first... do you remember that it took us a month and a half to learn how to elaborate it in Potions class? We have less than two weeks until the graduation!"

"That's not a problem... I always make sure to keep a sample of each elaborate potion when no one sees me." She brushed the fine hair off her face with an elegant gesture. "A Slytherin must always be prepared."

"Well..." Hermione had been stunned by the revelation. It was completely forbidden to keep part of the potions made in class for a simple reason of security. Professor Snape always destroyed them once finished... although coming from Pansy it didn't surprise her at all that she had been skipping the rules since first year. "Well, we have the potion then... but what about losing your own training? You can't be in two places at once."

The girl coughed a couple of times and then put the back of her hand on her forehead dramatically. "I think I'm starting to feel really bad." She waited for a few more seconds before regaining her composure and smiling. "Also, practically I would not be missing the training, don't you think? Not really."

The Gryffindor squeezed her lips a little. She could not deny it, Parkinson was absolutely right.

Hermione arrived at the large dining room for dinner. She was still wearing Parkinson's clothes, but this time she tried to pass a little more unnoticed by letting her hair partially cover her face.

"Where have you been all day?" Ron asked as soon as she sat down next to him.

"I've been... busy." Hermione replied shortly.

"You have not been in the common room." Harry pointed out. "And I have not seen you in the library either."

Hermione was starting to get nervous. The last thing she wanted was to be discovered plotting crazy plans with Pansy. She should be as discreet as she could. "Are there no other places in the castle than those two?" She twisted her eyes a little while helping herself to some stew. A fleeting thought crossed her mind at that moment. "I've been practicing flying with school brooms."

Her friends stopped chewing at the same time at that precise moment. They remained watching her with skepticism.

"You... flying?" Ron said with his mouth full and spitting some pieces of chicken on the table.

Hermione grimaced in disgust before staring at her plate. Harry had the touch to swallow the food in his mouth before speaking. "I thought you hated flying."

"Well... considering the fact that there are only thirteen days left before graduation I had thought about trying to improve my flying skills as much as possible." To Hermione's surprise, her words were sounding quite convincing. "I already excel in all of our school subjects, I wanted to develop that aspect as well, as long as I could. I was thinking... would you mind letting me train with you tomorrow? I promise not to bother you too much."

"How do you know we train tomorrow?" Ron asked. Hermione looked at him as if she wanted to stick a knife in his eye.

"Because you talk about it constantly." She answered, her heart beating wildly in her chest. She just hoped that they would stop asking questions and accept her reasoning, which was not at all unreasonable.

"Well..." Harry took a breath through his nose slowly. "I guess we can let you be around while we train. What I can't do is start teaching you alone. It is the last training before the final game against Slytherin and we need to take advantage of the time, but I can give you private classes at another time if you want."

"Sounds good." Hermione said, moving the meat over her plate with her fork. "I will stay away and practice on my own."

Harry was still looking at her with an expression she could not quite decipher. Was it strangeness? Astonishment? She didn't know, but he ended up nodding and returning to his mashed potatoes.

Draco was lying along one of the sofas in his common room. He held a book in the air with a simple charm, just above his head, so he could read it without holding it. On the cover it was written: "The best Quidditch tactics". It was late, there was practically no one out of bed but he didn't seem willing to go to bed yet. Winning that match was as important to him as breathing. He had to beat Harry Potter one last time and keep his reputation intact. There was no place for failure, not that time.

Pansy approached him with one of her delicate black lace nightgowns. She knew very well that he was not going to like what she had to say, but she would do it anyway.

"Draco." She said loud and clear. The aforementioned turned his head to look at her, then took the book from the air and left it on the sofa as he got up.

"Hello." He said in a mellow voice. He leaned back and put his arms on the back of the sofa as he saw her bare legs and bit his lip.

Pansy moved the wand to make the book he had just put down hit him on the head.

"Stop looking at me like that." She warned. "We talked about that a long time ago."

Draco picked up the book and threw it at her, but the girl managed to deflect it with magic when it was a few centimetres from hitting her face. It crashed into one of the corners of the dungeons and fell to the ground with a thud.

"What do you want then?" He said in a bad way.

"Telling you that tomorrow I won't be able to go to train."

The boy's grey eyes locked on her almost fiercely. "Why not?"

"I'm sick." She said, and without paying any attention to the matter, she began to walk away.

"Go and get something from the infirmary." Her friend snapped, now leaning out from behind the sofa to follow her with his gaze. "You can't miss training tomorrow, you know it's important."

"Actually, I can." Pansy shrugged. She did not seem sick at all, but she didn't need to pretend because she knew that in the end she would end up doing what she wanted, regardless of the opinion Draco might have. "I have horrible cramps and there are no good medicines for that, but you don't understand. You know, girls things."

And with her head held high, she turned around and entered her room.

Pansy had already donned the Gryffindor outfit that Hermione had brought her in the morning. Harry had given it to her before telling her that the entire team would go directly to the field after breakfast, so the girls decided that it would be better for the Slytherin to take the potion before going down to the big dining room. Besides, Pansy was supposed to be sick. If Draco saw her appear around so cheerfully he would surely drag her into training. They could not take absurd risks.

"Hurry or you'll be late." Hermione urged.

Pansy looked inside the cup with disgust. She already knew that the idea had been hers, but now that she had that bubbling concoction in front of her, it was different... her stomach churned at the thought that there was a pair of curly Granger's hair in it.

"Yuck."

Pansy knew that the arcades would soon make an appearance if she kept looking at the disgusting drink for much longer, and that when that happened it would be impossible for her to swallow anything. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. She was a Slytherin, she belonged to the best house in Hogwarts... the one that did whatever it was to get what it wanted. She could do this, she was sure. Without giving herself more time to think, she covered her nose with one hand and emptied the contents of that cup into her mouth.

Swallowing it was an ordeal. The texture made her want to throw up, and the taste was so extremely bad that if she could have chosen, she would have preferred to lick Weasley's pants. Damn... her stomach turned with such violence that it hurt. Her hands also hurt, and her face. And suddenly her entire body began to transform, to change into Granger. The process lasted a couple of minutes, but to Pansy it seemed like hours.

Myrtle and Hermione stared at her wide-eyed before she could react. Was it over? Was she already Granger? She turned urgently to look at the nearest mirror.

Merlin. Yes, she was Granger. The discomfort in her stomach calmed completely before she could turn to the real Hermione. "I want to be me again." The Slytherin muttered.

"You will be again after training. But, before that you have to prove to Malfoy that I'm better and can kick his ass whenever I want." Hermione smiled, biting her lip. Even she couldn't believe she was participating in something like that.

"We'll see you later, I guess."

Pansy had already started walking towards the door, but before she could leave Hermione added: "Enjoy Harry's company, but remember that he and I are just friends."

The Gryffindor saw her come out and close the door behind her. She would run to her bedroom when a few minutes passed. Good thing she kept a few Honeyduke's sweets in the closet.

Sitting so close to Potter made her go crazy inwardly. Their hands were about to rub on the Gryffindor table as they ate breakfast, and that caused the beast within her to writhe with contentment. It was the first time she had him that near, and to feel the warmth of his body so close to her made it hard to hold back.

The whole team had sat around Potter to listen to the tactics they were going to practice that day. Apparently everyone already knew that she would train that day with the team. Maybe that's why no one asked her why she was dressed like this or noticed that the supposed Hermione's breathing had become strangely irregular. Only Morgana knew the state of her underwear at that moment.

The Weasley girl grimaced at her before getting up from the table when everyone finished breakfast, and Pansy returned it.

The Slytherin tried to control herself as they walked through the corridors to get out. She had decided not to open her mouth too much to avoid being discovered saying something Granger would never have said, but she hadn't left Potter's side the whole time, even when that Weasley idiot pretended to trip over her to nudge her hardly. Was that git really like that with Granger all the time? Pansy had always thought they were good friends, but once seeing things from Hermione's perspective and being able to appreciate the furious flash in the eyes of the redhead when she looked at her, she could swear that this silly girl had immense jealousy of her. Granger would have to manage to get her out of the way when she explained what plan they would carry out for her.

Once on the field, Potter was too busy organizing the team to look at her, but she continually reminded herself to look the other way. Granger would never have looked at her friend in that way, she was sure of it, one hundred percent. Besides, the boy Weasley had not taken his eyes off her since they had arrived.

"Very good team, any questions?" Everyone shook their heads and began to move around, ready to kick off the ground and begin to plow through the sky. "Well, you can start on your own, I'll be right back."

Pansy watched him approaching her as he put on a kind of wristbands.

"I think the strategy you're going to follow is very good." She remarked when they were left alone. Then she hastened to add: "I mean, it's not that I understand much about Quidditch... but I trust that it will serve you in the game."

"Yeah, I think it will catch the other team off guard." Harry put his hand on her lower back and pressed a little to start walking. "Follow me, I'll give you one of the free brooms."

Pansy's heart skipped a beat with his touch. Although he had not given any importance to that touch, she had felt it so intensely that her most intimate area had begun to beat strongly. She looked at his face sideways as they walked. He was distracted, probably thinking about the tactics and exercises he had to practice that day, but his face was so devilishly perfect that she could not stop looking at him... his lips were her favourite part, she loved that they were thick and pink.

Pansy couldn't help to think about when she had started to become obsessed with that boy and why.

"Here." He said suddenly.

They had reached the small storage room where the training brooms were kept and Pansy had not even noticed it. Hell, she had to be more careful with her instincts if she didn't want to be discovered. Or worse, if she didn't want Harry to start thinking that Granger had some kind of crush on him.

"Thank you." She said in a choked voice as she picked up the broom.

Potter looked at the others, who had already begun to train as he had indicated before. He bit his lip as he seemed to sink into his thoughts. Come on, did he really have to do that? He was tempting her too much for the little endurance she had. If he didn't stop doing it, she would end up pushing him inside the storage room and closing the door with both of them inside.

"I know I told you I didn't have time for you but..." Potter said. Pansy stopped imagining perverted situations and suddenly came back to reality. "But I don't want you to hurt yourself. Come on, give me your hand."

"What?" Oh Merlin, oh Morgana.

Harry took her free hand before giving her time to react.

"Come on, ride the broom. I'll leave you floating when you get stability. I was serious when I said that this training was important."

Pansy knew that Granger's cheeks had turned redder than the shield of her chest. Damn Potter and his attractive kindness. Hermione was lucky to have a friend like that, Draco would have laughed at her if she fell off the broom.

Pansy put the broom between her legs and pretended to visualize what she was going to do. She already knew that she had taken that Polyjuice potion to impress everyone, but being alone with him, all she wanted was to lengthen the situation. The feel of his hand felt warm, soft. It was a pretty nice feeling.

She had barely risen a foot from the ground when a tremendous laugh made them both raise their heads. On the other side of the field, a boy with an arrogant and proud pose looked at them in the distance.

"Really, Potter?" He said loud enough so that they could hear him. "You want to lose so badly that you put Granger on the team?"

"Get lost Malfoy!" Harry exclaimed, holding the fake Hermione's hand even tighter.

But Pansy had already put her feet back on the ground. The time had come to take action. "Do you have a problem?" She yelled, letting go of Potter's hand and walking in his direction.

"Come on, it's not worth it." Harry tried to imprison her wrist, but she got rid of the grip with a quick gesture.

Draco had begun to wrinkle his nose when he saw that Hermione Granger was not only approaching him, but that she seemed to be threatening him as well. "Did you just ask if I have a problem?" He bellowed. "Your presence is already a problem for everyone!"

Pansy had managed to catch up with her friend despite Potter's constant attempts to stop her. She felt him stop a couple of steps behind her. Then she looked Draco up and down without appearing intimidated at all, and gave him a smirk. "Why are you so envious of me?"

That handful of words was enough to make Draco's ears go red with anger. "Me, envious of a filthy blood like you?" He was beginning to get really pissed off, she knew it because he had started to breathe really hard. It was not a good sign at all, but that was what she wanted.

"Admit it, Malfoy." She said then with all its splendor of pure Slytherin. "You hate me so much because you know that I excel in all subjects. I could even beat you by playing Quidditch if I wanted to."

The anger that was reflected on Draco's face soon disappeared to give way to disbelief. The boy started to laugh out loud, so loud that it caused some Slytherins to come and see what was happening.

"Playing Quidditch better than me, you say?" He wiped a tear from the fit of laughter and looked at her as if she had gone mad. "What have they put in your breakfast at the loser's table?"

Potter grabbed her arm tightly and tried to pull her away from the situation, but Pansy slipped her hand back easily again. She did not stop staring at Draco while still laughing at her. For some reason that she couldn't understand, she felt that contempt as if were for herself. As if all his dirty words had been thrown at her instead of Granger.

"I'll show you when you want." She roared.

Draco managed to regain his composure a few seconds after that, and smiling in a somewhat macabre way he gestured for Blaise to let out the Snitch he was carrying. Pansy stiffened instantly. She relied on her flight skills like nobody else, but the main problem with that was that she had never played a "seeker". The small golden ball shot out and was lost in the air.

"Do you want to back out?" The blonde scoffed.

"You wish." Pansy answered, and it did not take a second for her to get on the broom and fly off suddenly.

The cries of surprise did not wait, and it was a logical reaction if she stopped to think carefully. Granger had never ridden a broom and that revelation had left them all speechless. Draco appeared to her right a few seconds later, giving her a push and causing her to swerve to crash into the bleachers. Pansy had no problem dodging them and continuing to fly in search of the Snitch, although her shoulder was now sore and she had lost a bit of sensitivity. How could he be such a cocoon? Did he intend to pull a "beginner" from the broom? Well, judging from her way of flying, she didn't seem a beginner at all, but Draco knew that Granger had never flown. It was all a bit confusing even for her.

Both fell into a kind of aerial fight where not only was it enough to try to be the first to reach the Snitch, but it seemed that the more damage you did to the opponent, the more points you took. Pansy also participated in the game and gave him some pushes that almost left him hanging from the broomstick. That friend of hers was a boar, he needed someone to take him down from his cloud and she was proud that that someone was her. Or Granger, rather. It lasted about twenty minutes like this, until at last Pansy saw the perfect opportunity to reach out and catch the disoriented ball at once.

Being very aware that she was still Granger, Pansy tried to imitate his smart-aleck smile as she put Draco's golden Snitch in his face. What happened next was quite expected. Draco slapped her hard enough to get his fingers to stop holding the Snitch and it would fly free again. She had hurt his pride to death, but she was sure that from now on he would see Hermione as someone different. Or at least that's what she expected.

The members of the Gryffindor team kept glancing at her out of the corner of their eyes as they all walked back to the castle. The Weasley fools didn't separate a bit from her or from Harry.

"How did you do that?" The boy asked for the umpteenth time.

"Stop asking me Wease... I mean, Ron." Pansy snorted reluctantly. "I already told you that I have been practicing."

"It is impossible that you have gained that ease in just a few days." The sister reproached her with skepticism.

"It will not be so impossible when you've just seen it with your own eyes." Pansy replied, almost growling.

"There is no one in the castle who doesn't know that you are extraordinary in everything... although it is a bit strange that you have acquired such fluidity so fast." Harry said, shrugging. "Anyway, I'm glad you could have shut Malfoy's mouth. Those Slytherins are all cocky."

Pansy wrinkled her nose a little, but only for a couple of seconds. She was still Hermione Granger, she could not forget that little detail. Pansy took a breath and pulled the frizzy hair from her face.

"I don't think every of them is like that." She said matter-of-factly. "For example, Pans... Parkinson. That girl doesn't seem as stupid as Malfoy. I know she's always been mean to me, but I get the feeling that she's changing."

Everyone looked at her with a frown.

"Pansy... Parkinson?" Harry seemed the most confusing of them all. "But she hates you. And you hate her too."

"Yes, we hated each other... but I'm only pointing out that she seems less petulant than usual, haven't you noticed?"

"Well, no." The Weasley girl said with a raised eyebrow. "You do?"

Pansy showed her teeth a bit as a concealed threat. "Of course, it has been almost a month without her bothering me in the corridors." She struggled not to let out a "stupid" at the end of the sentence. It was a real surprise that she didn't. She was behaving enough with all of them.

"Now that you say it..." Harry said, biting his lip again as he agreed.

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