Just a reminder that this is AU. I have the Twins and Cedric in the same year, and only one year ahead of Harry and Hermione. When I say I write AU, I mean it. I mess with the timeline however I see fit.

"Um, Granger."

"Hm?"

"Are we allowed to be in here?"

Hermione looked over her shoulder at her Gryffindor shadow.

"I mean, this is the Restricted Section. Won't we get in trouble, you know, as it's restricted and all?"

Hermione almost laughed, though he sounded concerned, Harry's eyes were wide and looking at the books surrounding him with interest and open curiosity.

"I have a pass actually."

Harry looked at her then, his eyebrows raising in surprise. "They give students passes to come in here? I didn't know that."

Hermione did giggle at that. "Of course they do. Why have this section here at all if otherwise?"

Harry shrugged, and continued to look around at the books surrounding them. "I have seen adults here in the library before. I figured a lot of people came here for research and such. I thought this was for them."

Hermione nodded along.

"Very astute of you Harry. Yes, Hogwarts has the third best Private Library in the UK, and people can petition to come and access the books here. Former students are allowed to come and study here as well, as long as they make an appointment ahead of time and get a day pass. The restricted section is available to students though, with special permission from the staff."

Harry blinked owlishly at her.

"What are the other two?"

"Hmm?"

"The other two libraries. You said Hogwarts was the third best."

Hermione turned to face him fully now.

"The Ministry has a Public Library. It's quite impressive really, and comprehensive. It's listed as the second largest library in the country. They also have a Private Library, which is only open to Ministry Employee's and even then, only with special clearance. If that was open to the public it would take first. But unfortunately it isn't."

With a sigh, she turned to the bookcase in front of her, trialing a finger over one of the spines, the book shivered at her touch.

"The best library in the UK is privately owned by one of the oldest Wizarding families in Britain. It is technically open to the public, but only accessible through petitions to the owner, the Lord of House Malfoy."

She felt him move next to her then, he reached his own hand out, trailing a finger over the book she had just touched. His hands were large, his fingers long and elegant. She never noticed his hands before. It never occurred to Hermione how masculine, yet beautiful a man's hands could be. The book shivered once more as he dragged his finger sinfully slow down along its spine. Hermione turned to look at him, standing so close to her now. He was glancing at the book, his eyes serious.

"Have you ever been to Malfoy Library?"

"No."

"Will you ever petition to go?"

Hermione snorted before continuing to walk down the aisle. "No"

"Why not? Don't you want to see it? Uh, not trying to be a berk, but it kinda seems like the thing you would be into, yeah?"

"Potter. Not only am I a muggle-born-."

Harry interrupted her then. "Not just any muggle-born, Professor McGonagall says you are one of the most powerful witches to walk these halls in over 5 decades. And call me Harry! Also, sorry for interrupting, I hate it when people interrupt me."

Hermione couldn't help but be surprised at the force in his voice. She rushed to put a hand over his mouth while grabbing him by the hand and pulling him further into the stacks.

"For pity's sake." She whispered quickly before removing her hand.

"Keep your voice down Harry. I may have a pass to be in here, but you don't!"

His messy hair stood on end, like a startled cat. She almost laughed again. Something she found herself doing every time she was in his presence. He followed her easily then, looking around back and forth quickly, as if Madam Pince would jump out at them any second.

"As I was saying, not only am I muggle-born, but I am also first in our class, Harry. Do you know who is right behind me? Draco Malfoy. Do you think a man as proud as Lucius Malfoy appreciates having his son be second best to a muggle-born Witch?"

"Draco's second in our class?" He sounded downright scandalized at that. Hermione rolled her eyes.

She led him deeper and deeper into the forbidden section of the library. It got darker the deeper they went and the more interesting the books got. As if they were sucking the light out of the room. She led him to a truly dark shadowy corner, where to Harry's surprise, there was a wrought iron spiral staircase. Almost invisible against the shadows. He would have missed it, if she hadn't led him right to it.

"What's up there?" Harry nodded towards the top.

She stepped up on the first stair rung before turning around to face him with a smile. And then, he wasn't looking around in wonder anymore, at the books or the stairway, his eyes were on her. His pupils had grown wide in the shadows of the Restricted Section. Small rings of emerald stared back at her, his full attention on her. It sent a silent shiver of satisfaction up the back of her arms..

Leaning forward, she reached up to adjust his crooked robes, her hands brushing lightly against his shoulders and chest, before resting one palm on his cheek. She could feel him. Not just the barely there stubble beneath her palm. No, she could feel his power and magic, rolling off him like waves at sea. She had always known he was no slouch, but the raw power she felt beneath her fingers in that moment. It was as startling as it was intoxicating. (1)

"Up there are two things, Harry. One is a secret, and the other is a mystery. This is one of my secrets, will you keep it for me?" She batted her charmed thick eyelashes once more, just for good measure.

Pulling her hand back ever so slowly he followed it. His eyes, staying on hers, and Hermione was filled with such a heavy heady feeling in that moment. To have this boy, almost a man, looking at her like this. Responding to her touch. All the power encased in that body, at her beck and call as this one wizard in front of her closed his eyes, taking in a deep slow breath, he opened them back up and whispered a simple and soft; "Yes."

And she felt it, a small wisp of his power. A small slip of his heart, almost invisible except for the lightest little gold line tied around her left wrist. Hardly seen, but felt, a small bit of warmth. He had made a Sorcerers Promise. No where near as binding or powerful as an Unbreakable Vow. It was a promise, made in good faith, and if ever broken, the other party would know. They would feel the magical string break off from their wrist, they would feel that small bit of warmth leave them. And they would know they had been betrayed.

Hermione stood there, shocked. A Sorcerer's Promise was in no way as serious as an Unbreakable, but still never done lightly or frivolously. Harry Potter was an unusual young man.

"Follow me." She whispered.

Up she led him, round and round the spiral staircase. Higher and higher, so high that Magic had to be involved as the library couldn't really be this tall. Until finally, they reached the top. Surrounded by stone walls, the top was a medium sized balcony, made of the same hard dark iron that compromised the stairs, and at the end stood a slim, but tall blue door made of wood with decorative lines carved into it. (2)

"This is my special spot, my secret spot. Where I come to get away, to be alone. No one knows of this spot, and Madam Pince has never come up here in all the years that I have been here. And this.."

She took Harry's hand in her own, and brought it up to the blue door. Pressing his palm gently against the wood.

"This is the mystery. This is the blue door."

Harry looked at the door, then back to her before bringing his other hand up to the wood as well.

"It's so warm."

She smiled up at him in encouragement.

"What's behind it?" He asked.

"I don't know, it's locked."

Harry's hand moved for a handle, before finally realizing, there was none. He stepped back and stared at the door, the cutest of frowns on his face. He looked as if the door had just insulted his mother. Taking out his wand, he pointed it at the door, before stepping back and looking at her sheepishly.

"Don't be shy, go ahead." Hermione waved her hands in support.

"Though you are much braver than me. It took me a month to work up the courage to try and open it. I was afraid Madam Pince would know the moment I tried."

She smiled fondly at the memory of her in second year, throwing a spell at the door and then running down the stairs as fast as she could. Sure that Pince or another Professor would come running to investigate.

"Don't worry, as far as I know, no one can tell when you use magic on it. Or if they can, they don't care."

With a nod of his head, Harry stepped forward and started with a simple 'Alohomora'. The first unlocking spell most children learned at Hogwarts. From there, he started throwing more and more advanced spells at the door. Some that even Hermione hadn't ever heard of. And while impressed, she made mental notes to look them up later. Then, to her surprise, he started in on revealment spells and charms. Quite clever of him. It had taken Hermione a few days after the unlocking spells hadn't worked, to move into that direction. To be fair, she had been a second year student at the time.

He was getting quite worked up, his cheeks pink, his eyes, deep dark emerald green fires. After a good five minutes Hermione stepped forward and put a hand on his wand arm. He turned to her, startled, as if he forgot she was there.

"Put your wand away, Harry."

Taking a deep breath, while looking back at the door in resentment, he slowly slid his wand up his sleeve. Taking his hands in hers once again, she walked him to the door, and pushed his palms to the wood once more. Stepping up on her tiptoes she leaned against him and whispered in his ear. Her lips brushed against the soft skin there, and she felt a shiver run down his spine.

"What do you feel, Harry? Tell me what you feel."

She was so close to him now, her body leaning against his intimately, her hands on his larger ones. He took a deep breath before closing his eyes, and pushing his hands flat against the door. Leaning his head against it, as if listening for something.

Hermione pulled away from him and backed up, she only had to wait a few moments before he took another deep breath and turned around, smiling at her in wonder.

"I don't feel anything."

Hermione smiled back, and nodded.

"No magic, no runes or bindings! But that's impossible. The entire castle is enchanted, magic flows through every wall, door, window and painting here."

"Very good, Harry."

And then he was stepping forward, crowding her against the balcony railing, his hands grabbing her shoulders, her neck, running through her hair, tipping her head back...

"Hermione, you're bloody brilliant! I never thought to look for the absence of Magic before! God I need to write this down, I want to be an Auror you know? This is the kind of stuff I need to learn, to be aware of!"

And then he was stepping away from her, all the spots where he had touched her, left feeling suddenly cold. Facing the door again, he was babbling excitedly, which gave Hermione a moment to catch her breath. Harry Potter did not believe in personal space, he was invasive, intense, ridiculously handsome, and she felt a bit overwhelmed dammit all! She took a moment to collect herself. Adjusting her robes, dress, and hair.

"You want to be an Auror? That's strange." Hermione replied distractedly, while trying to gather herself.

He turned back around to her, his mouth open mid rant. "What? What's so strange about that?"

"I dunno, really. I mean, I guess it's not really that strange. I just never would have thought of that for you."

He stared blankly at her. And there it was, that thing she did, that insensitive, foot in mouth, stupid thing she always does! Who the hell was she to tell him he shouldn't be an Auror? Stupid Hermione!

Looking down, she fiddled with the edge of her red dress. Hermione couldn't help but think that perhaps she would die a virgin. She was rubbish at this stuff, the personal stuff. Feelings and tactfulness.

"What do you see me doing then?"

Hermione looked up then. While she had been worrying he had stepped closer to her, into her personal space again. His hands in his front pockets, a lopsided grin on his face while he looked down at her. She noticed his glasses had a small crack in the left lens.

Reaching up, he didn't move away, only gazed at her as she took them off his face. Pulling out her wand, With a small tap and a muttered 'Oculus Reparo', they were good as new. He gently took them out of her hands, inspecting them up close with a smile before placing them back on.

"There is a charm on those, to repel water, yes?"

He looked at her in surprise, before nodding.

"I had my suspicions when watching you play quidditch, but now, having had a look at them-"

"Wait," Harry interrupted her. "You just fixed them, you didn't do anything to reveal any charms or spell work on them. I watched you."

"I felt it." She replied, simply.

He looked skeptical at her.

"I mean, I had my suspicions, so I already knew what to feel for. Then there is your broom-"

Reaching his hands out, he places them on the railing on either side of her, leaning down till he was eye level with her. His eyes were serious again, and she was caged in.

"What about my broom?"

She felt like Mowgli, in the Jungle Book. A cartoon she had watched as a young child. When he is trapped in the Snake, Khaa's, coils. Using his eyes to hypnotize the young wild child. Harry was just so close, and his eyes so green, and he smelled of spice and leather, and… faintly of dog?

"It-it turns."

"Yes, it turns. Most brooms turn upon command." He chuckled. It was a deep sound, in the back of his throat, and it did things to Hermione. Things that were pleasant and awful all at once. Her chest warmed, but her lower belly ached.

"There are restrictions placed on brooms, specifically brooms sold to the general public. To make them safer. Your broom flies like a professional broom, the ones the Quidditch players use. It's able to fishtail into a ninety degree turn on a knut."

"I have never once seen you at a Quidditch game, Granger."

Granger, he had called her Granger. He was nervous.

"But brooms have very powerful anti-cheating charms and safety spells built into them. You found a way around them, didn't you Harry?"

His eyes hardened, and she plowed forward, she had to make him understand!

"And in Charms, when professor Flitwick had set up that quiz last year! We were only to find and separate the cursed objects from the objects with simple harmless charms on them. You not only found all the cursed objects, even the trick one he had included, but you had removed the curses from half of them before he got to you."

He blushed then, and stood up, moving away from her.

"Yes, I may have misunderstood what we were supposed to be doing-"

"Curse-breaking!" She shouted it out much louder than she meant. Reaching for his hand, she pulled him back to her, her head bowed, she couldn't look at him.

"I didn't mean to accuse you of anything, or imply anything. I'm not going to tell. I mean, it's not like my bag is exactly regulation. The ministry would have some stern words for me to say the least if they ever found out- But that's besides the point! I just meant. I mean-"

She was stumbling over her words. Top of her class, ice queen, bookworm extraordinaire Hermione Granger was actually stumbling over her words. This was that moment she always read about in books and stories. The moment that made you want to shake the main character for being so silly and awkward. Ugh!

"You are good with charms and at figuring out how things work. You're powerful enough, and sensitive enough to notice things, things most people wouldn't notice, like with the door. Harry, these are all qualities that would make you a great Auror, but I think Curse-breaking would suit you so much better. Would engage your interests more."

To say she was tense would be an understatement. If someone had touched a pin to her, she felt as if she would shatter in a million pieces. They stood there in silence, a silence so great, she thought that perhaps all the sound in all the world had stopped. Because of this moment. Her stupid loud mouth, her nosey nosey eyes, always seeing things, and having to know more.

There was a tug on her hand, the one that was still holding his.

"A curse-breaker, huh? You know, I have never once thought of that. But…. It actually sounds pretty interesting. Ron has a brother that is a curse breaker. Nice bloke, works for Gringotts. Maybe I will reach out to him."

She looked up, startled. He was gazing off into the space above her head. He didn't look angry. No, he looked thoughtful.

"I have only met him a few times, he always has the wildest stories actually."

"Really? I mean, I hardly know you. Would you really take career advice from me?"

He looked down at her then. "I would be a fool not to take the advice of the smartest witch of our age."

And the cheeky brat winked at her then.

"But if you don't mind, I will neither be confirming nor denying anything about my broom, and any charms or spells that have or have not been meddled with on it. I would prefer it if you did not bring up any thoughts or suspicions about said broom… er, to anyone else, if you don't mind." He winced, and his cheeks pinked a bit, as she laughed at his evasive answer and confirmation about his Quidditch broom.

"I haven't said anything yet, have I? Plus it would make me a bit of a hypocrite…"

Harry's eyebrows rose up his forehead at that. "More secrets, Miss Granger?"

She couldn't help but smile wickedly back. "Oh, I believe every woman should have bucket loads of secrets. But I have already shown you one of mine for free, what will you give me in return, for this one?"

And then he was leaning in once more, His hands caging her in again, leaning down till their noses were almost touching.

"Well, I'm not sure, what do you believe is fair trade for this particular secret?"

It was perfect, better than she had planned really.

"A kiss."

She said it. She had actually said it. It was out of her mouth before she had even finished the thought. And, surprisingly, it wasn't scary. It just felt so, just so unbelievably, undeniably right! He didn't back away, or look surprised. No, his face went blank, no, not quite blank. For a moment, there was hunger. His shoulders tensed, his eyes darkened, and he looked oh so intent.

"A kiss seems like it would be a fair trade, but not this kiss." He answered finally.

"I beg your pardon?" Well that was unexpected, and hurt too!

"Now Princess, let me explain. From a normal girl, a kiss would be just fine. But I know for a fact this would be your first Kiss. So though I would be giving you a kiss, I would also be taking your first Kiss. Which is a great treasure. So it would be an unfair trade, in my favor."

She opened her mouth, only to have him shush her with a finger.

"Not only that! But we are currently in the library."

"Wha-the Libwrary?" Her words came out muffled, his finger still smushed against her lips.

"Yes, the Library. Now I am going to tell you something, darling. Something I really hope you won't jinx me for. Promise?"

With a cocked eyebrow, she merely nodded her head. She was curious now! Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes for courage it looked like.

"For the sake of all that is power and magic, Granger do you have any idea how many boys in this school have fantasized of doing things with you here in this Library? It has to be one of the top fantasies every red blooded male has had in this blasted castle. It seriously rates right up there with Professor Vector on top of the Astronomy Tower."

It all tumbled out of his mouth so fast, and Hermione felt her cheeks heating up. I mean sure, she caught boys staring quite often, but to hear and KNOW they thought of you while wanking. Well, while flattering, it was also a bit intimidating. That was quite an idea to live up to!

"Me? In the Library?"

Harry nodded, a boyishly embarrassed smile on his face.

"Professor Vector teaches Arithmancy, why would she be in the Astronomy tower?"

"Oh dear Merlin, Hermione! That's what you're focusing on? We are teenage boys, not poets or scholars. It's just the way it is! Professor Vector in the Astronomy Tower. And you, with your hair."

He reached up for one of her curls at this point. Her impossible curls. He didn't even know it took her half the morning to charm them into submission every day. She doubted any of the boys in this school would fantasize about her if they saw how she looked first thing in the morning, like a frizzy french-poodle.

"And your short Muggle dresses and skirts."

His other hand reached up, pushing aside her robe and rested on her hip. He was surrounding her again. Like a warm cape, enveloping her. His eyes swallowed her in. Gone was the shy funny boy, here was the man.

"In an empty forgotten part of the library, surrounded by the smell of old books and dry parchment. Pushed against a bookshelf, your legs wrapped around my waist."

That was incredibly specific, and as cliché as it sounded with Hermione and books, and yes, ok, she was wet. Aching at his words and the picture he painted.

"So you see love, it's not a fair trade. What with the fantasies, and the kiss, and the-"

He stopped, and just looked at her.

"The?" She prodded, a bit breathlessly.

"You know what, fuck it. I want it, I want that kiss."

Then he was on her. His hand moved from her hair, to the back of her head, pulling her in. Putting her just where he wanted her. His mouth on hers, and it was, it was just so much. She just melted into it all. His other hand, no longer resting on her hip, but wrapped around her waist, pulling her against him. Her arms were around his shoulders, and in his hair. Clutching and pulling at the short fine locks at the back of his neck desperately, he moaned into her mouth. Dear goddess above did that feel amazing, how could she make him do that again?

Then he was kissing his way across her jaw, nipping at her neck, and there was a noise, a desperate mewl of want that absolutely could not be coming from her. Hermione Granger did not make noises like that! Except they were, and if anything it spurred him on. His arms became vices, and he bit down harder, on that spot where her neck met her shoulder, and it sent a pulse of pleasure and want down, deep down to her core.

But it wasn't just physical, though all of that was amazing to be sure. But being wrapped up in each other, the few parts of themselves, where skin wasn't covered by clothing, and flesh met flesh. Their magic rolled off each other, caressed each other, pulled at each other. She had never felt something like this in her life. It was intoxicating, it was addicting.

He worked his way back to her lips, and slowly, ever so slowly, he became less rough, less hurried, until they stopped using tongues and teeth, and just kissed and pecked, over and over again, long and slow. Sighing kisses into each other's mouths. Finally he pulled away and nuzzled into her neck, while she ran her fingers through his hair.

"Hermione?"

"Hm?"

"In case you were wondering, that was a bloody fantastic first kiss. Aren't you bad at anything?"

And just like that she was laughing. How was it so easy around him, to smile, to laugh? He just surprised it out of her. She liked it, it felt nice. He pulled away from her, his arms still rested on her waist though. He smiled down at her. His lips red and puffy, his hair an absolute mess. Well more so than usual. She had done that!

"Are you ready for your secret?"

He looked confused for a moment, before smiling.

"Yes, I believe I am."

"Well after realizing that you may or may not have stripped through your own brooms enchantments, I wondered at the mechanics of it, and if I would be able to. So I may have borrowed a broom, and given a go at it myself…"

"Wait, wait, you took a broom-"

"And messed with the factory enchantments? Yes." She interrupted.

"-Just to see if you could?"

She bit her lower lip and nodded.

"Hermione, you are an absolute gem. So did you manage?"

"Harry Potter, I will remind you that you yourself just said that there was nothing I wasn't good at."

He just laughed again, wiping tears out his eyes this time.

"Ok, ok, fair enough. But I have to say, I don't think it's fair."

"How so?"

"Well." He gave her a mock stern look. "I would think, hypothetically. That breaking the charms and enchantments on an old school broom would be much easier, than say on a Firebolt, like what I fly."

"Who said I did it to a school broom?" Hermione quipped back.

He paused at that. His eyes narrowed.

"Borrowed. You said it was borrowed. Who's broom did you 'borrow', Love?"

"Cassius Warrington." Hermione replied primly.

"Cassius! You stole Warrington's Nimbus 2001! Hermione! Oh god, that game! Last year, when he flew into the goal post. Hermione was that you? He knocked out all his front teeth and broke his collarbone!"

Stepping away from him, she put her hands on her hips, and glared up at the shocked Gryffindor in front of her.

"He got handsy with Luna! Cornered her after herbology. He is damn lucky that's all that happened to him."

Throwing his hands up in a gesture of surrender. Harry stepped forward, and quick as a sparrow, placed a peck on her cheek.

"Well done Princess, nothing less than I would have done."

And with that, they were ok. They climbed down from her secret spot, and walked out to the Library proper, chatting the entire time. Quietly of course, lest they upset Madam Pince. He didn't seem to be put off by her bit of revenge on their Slytherin classmate. It wasn't awkward, as she worried it might be after sharing a kiss. It was nice. It was the longest conversation she had had with anyone outside of Luna or a professor in ages.

He flirted with her shamelessly, and tugged on her curls. It was lovely really.

He had snogged Hermione Granger. He had snogged Hermione Granger, in the bloody library! A proper snog! It was, it was…

Well he couldn't think of the words to describe it. It was definitely not how he saw his Saturday going that's for sure. Though this had turned out better than anything he would have planned out for himself. He hadn't been lying to her, when he had mentioned it was every school boy's fantasy in that castle to have her up against a bookshelf. Though they hadn't exactly been down with the books, he still counted it. Plus, there was always next time...

Next time. Now there was a thought. Would there be a next time? Did he want a next time? Of course he wanted a next time, he would be a bloody moron not to want a 'next time.' Who would ever say no to that?

Hermione Granger. She was lovely. She had grown from a tiny little pipsqueak of a girl, with big hair, knobby knees, and slightly too large teeth. Into quite the Witch. Tall, dark hair, tanned skin, always so polished and put together. Harry had thought of her often through their school years. It was hard not to notice her. She stood apart. It wasn't just that she was pretty, though she was. There were more beautiful girls in the castle still. Her best friend Luna, Ginny, Astoria Greengrass, the Patel sisters. All stunningly gorgeous.

But she shear power of her! In the halls, just walking by her, you could feel it rolling off her. In any classroom he shared with her. He could close his eyes and always point to where in the room she was. Everyone noticed, especially the male population of the school. It called to them, like a siren's song. Strong witches called to wizards, and Hermione had power and magic to spare. He had overheard his head of house talking about her before. Strongest witch to come through Hogwarts in over 50 years, she had said. He could easily believe that. When their skin touched, when he finally felt it, really felt it. It was like freezing and being burned all at once, and dear Merlin but did he want more.

"What are you smiling about?"

Harry looked up, was he walking through the portrait hole already? He hadn't even realized that he had already made it up to Gryffindor tower. He looked confusedly at the portrait. Had he given the Fat Lady the password?

"You a'right there, Harry?"

Harry nodded to Finnigan, letting the portrait close behind him.

"Well look at this Fred, our captain seems to be in high spirits, yes?"

George looked up from the ground where he sat next to his twin and his sister, Ginny, who was looking at Harry quite suspiciously. They were by the fire, a game of Gobstones in front of them.

"Why yes he does, Georgy. What have you gotten into Harry, dear? Hmm?"

Running his hands through his hair, trying to calm it down a bit, he merely shrugged his shoulders. All of a sudden it felt like the entire room was looking at him. He knew that wasn't true, but what was he supposed to do now, with his hands? How was he supposed to walk. How do you walk normal again after making out in the library, with Hermione bloody Granger?

Normal, act normal Harry, you can do this. He didn't want anyone to know. It was a secret, like the Blue Door. It was a secret shared between him and her, and nobody else's damn business.

"Where have you been all this time?"

Ginny this time, she was still looking at him quite shrewdly. Like a puzzle piece that wouldn't quite fit right.

"I walked Hermione to the library."

"The Library? That was hours ago, we played pick up with the Badgers and have had lunch since then. You were in the Library this whole time? With Granger?"

There was a slight edge to her voice. Harry didn't like it, not one bit.

"Yes, the library, with Hermione-"

"And when did you start calling her Hermione?"

The tiny redhead interrupted. Lord and Lady above, but did he hate being interrupted.

"Since we have become friends. Are you to start policing who I am friends with now, Ginny?"

Her mouth fluttered open, her chinks pink.

"You know what, never mind. I'm gonna go grab a snack from the Kitchens. Wanna come along, Fin?"

Finnigan's one eyebrow, (the other burned off in a recent accident of some sort) was raised, and he looked back and forth between Harry and Ginny.

"Uh, sure Harry, let's go grab a sandwich, yeah?"

And back out the portrait hole Harry went. Not noticing the amused shared look between the twins.

"In the Library with Granger, Georgy."

"All morning and afternoon, Fredy."

And then their game of gobstones was upended in their laps as their sister stalked away towards the girls' dorms. The twins grinning knowingly at each other.

Notes:

1. If any of you have read any of my previous stories before, you know I make magic a tangible thing. People are able to feel others' magical auras at times. I will explain more on this later.
2. Easter Egg reference to my other story, Blue Doors and Silk Stalking's. Which I should be posting up again soon.

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