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Parenting Class
Time for a Sleep Over!
Harry was awoken by something nudging his face, muffled whimpers the only sound in the early morning. Prying open his eyes, Harry panicked at only seeing darkness. Fumbling on his nightstand for his glasses, he placed them on his nose, although the blackness still remained.
Reaching up to touch his face, the Gryffindor was quite surprised when his hands encountered something soft and squishy; definitely not flesh. Grasping the edge of whatever it was, Harry yanked it off his face, cheeks stinging as the sticky material was pulled right off his skin. But horror overtook the pain.
Numbly, Harry stared at the item in his hand, mind processing over the events in his head last night. Had he been drunk? No…he hadn’t ever had Firewhisky before in his life. Was it Halloween and he dressed up as a mummy? No…October had just started.
And once Harry realized that nothing made sense except for the fact that he was covered in pads, he did the only logical and sane thing any teenage boy would do in his place. He screamed.
Draco woke up to the screaming, and almost began when he realized he couldn’t see either. But, realizing it was just something covering his eyes, he yanked it off, staring in horror at the item. “I have a pad on me,” he said calmly. “Actually, I have many on me,” he restarted, noticing his entire body was covered. “And there are tampons floating in my waterfall.”
The last though seemed to click. “NOT MY WATERFALL!” Racing over, Draco began to try and pull them out, the submarines seeming to have a life of their own and dodged out of his grasp, although in reality it was Draco’s franticness that was causing him to miss.
In her own room, Hermione woke up, delighted to hear her guardians. Slipping eagerly from her bed, she exited her room, gasping as water poured over her feet as soon as her bedroom door opened. A good five inches rested on top of the carpeting in the common room, the bathtub and sink having long since flooded the bathroom.
Racing over to the wall, Hermione poked one of the pads that was submerged, squealing as water came out. “It’s squishy!” she laughed, poking it again. Cocking her head, the girl grinned when she heard the screaming. “Looks like they’re wide awake. I wonder if they like the new decorations...”
Skipping over to Harry’s room, she threw open the door. “Good morning, Harry!” she chirped. The boy ignored her completely still screaming and trying to rip the pads off of Butterscotch. Leaving Harry’s room, Hermione went over to Draco’s. “Good morning, Draco!”
The Slytherin looked up from his waterfall. “Did you do this?” he snarled, gesturing at the pads all over his body and the submarines in his fountain.
“Yup! Isn’t it pretty?”
Draco growled and muttered something, but the only words Hermione could make out were: Kill, Die, and Witch. None of them which sounded very good. “I think I’ll be going now,” she squeaked, backing nervously for the door.
The careful tiptoeing turned to fleeing as Draco lunged at her, a wild gleam in his eyes. “HARRY! HELP ME!” she cried, running into the common room and crashing into the Gryffindor, who had just exited his bedroom.
“Get away from her,” Draco growled. “I want to kill her!”
“No,” Harry replied evenly, Hermione’s knees trembling in relief. “I have first dibs.” Forget the relief.
“You…you can’t kill me!”
“Watch us,” Draco said, steadily approaching with his wand drawn.
Hermione screamed and tore off for her room, but the two teenagers blocked the way. “Don’t think you’re getting away,” Harry informed. “You are going to pay.”
At that moment, a bright voice rang from right outside the portrait. “Good morning you three! We decided to swing by and pick you up for breakfast.”
“It’s Ginny!” Harry shrieked, dashing off to his room and slamming the door. Draco did the same, although the water pouring into his room made it rather hard. The portrait swung open not even a second later.
Ron gaped as he entered behind his sister, blue eyes wide in terror as he examined the walls. Terry and Neville looked exactly the same. “Hi everyone!” Hermione said brightly. “What do you think of the room?”
“What did you do?” Pansy whispered, feeling her own mouth drop.
“I decorated it,” Hermione defended. “The walls are squishy now…so Harry and Draco can’t hurt themselves. And look! When you poke some of the stickers they shoot out water.”
“Let me try!” Lavender grinned, copying her friend. “That feels so weird!”
“What are these?” Blaise asked, picking one of the submarines out of the water. Pansy clapped in delight that Blaise had once more spoken (it was still a very rare occurrence) but the happiness died when she realized what he was holding.
“Those are bad,” Neville said, using his wand to pull it out of Blaise’s grasp and toss it back into the lake.
“They’re not bad!” Hermione exclaimed. “They’re my submarines!”
“Where are Harry and Draco?” Ginny asked nervously, looking around for either of the guardians so they could explain the entire fiasco.
“Hear that?” Hermione asked. The group fell silent and listened. Muffled screaming could be heard from Harry’s room, accompanied by howling. “They’re both in their rooms…but they’re really upset for some reason, so I don’t know if it’d be smart to go in there.”
Ginny, taking no heed of Hermione’s warning, dashed across the water strewn room and entered Harry’s bedroom. What she saw made her recoil in shock. “Harry?” she whispered, gingerly reaching out a hand. “Did…did she do this to you?”
Harry gave a nod of his head, his face buried in his pillows, Butterscotch flopped down by his master’s side. “It’s…not that bad,” she comforted, sneakily picking his camera off the nightstand and snapping a few photos. Ginny didn’t plan on using them…but when it came time for Hermione, Draco, and Harry to go through all of their photos she wanted them to have a large assortment. And since she didn’t have her camera at the minute…
“It’s awful,” Harry sobbed, reaching up with one of his hands and trying to pull one of the stickers out of his hair. “They’re really hard to get off…and they hurt.”
“She didn’t know…she’s just a little girl.”
“She’s going to be a dead little girl,” Harry clarified, removing his face from the bed, emerald eyes alight with fire.
“Now, now,” Ginny said, reaching forward and yanking off the pad Harry had been trying to remove for a while, ignoring the boy’s screech. “You don’t want to be killing anyone.”
“Yes, I do,” Harry growled. “But I’ll make it long and painful. I’ll dress her up in these…these things! And then I’ll-”
“No, you won’t. Come on, Harry. Don’t be so hard on her…I’m sure once you and Draco tell her to not do this again, in a calm, mature way, she won’t be pulling anymore stunts like this.”
“But it’s too late already. You’ve probably taken pictures, haven’t you?”
“Of course not,” Ginny lied, patting Harry’s hand, before ripping off the pad there too, bright, pink skin left behind. “I wouldn’t do that to you. Now, hold still and I’ll try and get some more of these off…”
Over in Draco’s room, the blond was staring at his face in the mirror, the horrible products Hermione had put on him there now gone. A soft knock sounded on the door. “Draco, can I come in?”
“No,” he muttered crossly. Pansy didn’t listen and entered anyway. “I thought I told you no.”
“But there was something I wanted to show you,” Pansy said, an evil smile stretching across her face. “Look at me, Draco.” The blond did so, in his misery completely forgetting about the curse he’d put on her last night.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
The girl’s normally peach face was covered almost every inch in bright blue spots, the curse traveling down her arms and legs, visible on her sandaled feet. “I can take one guess of who would do something like this,” she said, voice still honey sweet, more spots appearing every few seconds as she blinked.
“What’s wrong, Drakie-poo?” she asked, advancing on him slowly, with her camera out. “Do you not like the way I look? Is something wrong? I had a concealment spell on all the way over here…but it’s gone now and for some reason I can’t put it back on.”
Draco, by now, had grabbed both camera and wand, preparing to take a photo of the spotted Pansy. Much too his surprise, his fellow Slytherin allowed him to snap the picture, one he knew she’d normally strangle him for.
“Now it’s my turn,” she smirked, raising her camera. “First a dress and now this. What is Hogwarts going to make of you, Draco?”
“GIVE ME THE CAMERA!” he yelled, diving for Pansy, the girl snapping the picture at that exact moment. “PANSY! GIVE IT TO ME RIGHT NOW!”
“No,” she said, dancing nimbly out of his way. “I’ll go post these around the school now. It’s so nice that that Creevy kid showed me how to develop just a few pictures at a time without doing the entire roll. I’ll see you later!”
As Pansy exited, screams from those waiting in the common room sounded. Draco smirked; they got to see how horrible she looked. Hopefully, she’d scare off everyone and be made fun of. But…if she were to post those pictures. He’d have it worse.
“I need to think of a better curse next time,” Draco grumbled.
“What are these things?” Lavender asked, pushing the squishy wall again. “Can we get one in our room, Ron?”
“Merlin, no! Come on, we’re leaving this place…coming, Terry?”
“Right behind you…”
“I don’t wanna go yet!” Lavender wailed as Ron picked the struggling child up in his arms and left with his group.
“We should be going too,” Neville said, edging around Pansy and picking up Blaise, who also looked at Pansy with distrusting eyes. “Ginny, are you ready to go?” he called towards Harry’s room.
“Yep,” the redhead said with a grin. “Let’s go get some breakfast. We’ll see you three at the Great Hall!” she said happily, leaving the portrait with Neville‘s group. In the hallway, Draco listened with satisfaction as she screamed, now catching sight of Pansy’s face.
Harry exited his room, still mostly covered but some of the stickers gone. ‘Nice thoughts…don’t kill her. Be gentle.’
But the reprimanding Ginny had given him fled as he saw Hermione, humming happily to herself and pushing the submarines around the room. ‘Mustn’t…lose…control…’ It was the fact that the girl was unharmed, not embarrassed in the least, and happy while he was not that sent Harry off the handle.
However, just as he was about to charge, Draco tore from his room and straight for Hermione. The child heard the sloshing of the water and looked up, moving just in time as Draco dove and landed face first in the spot she’d just left.
That sparked Harry. With a battle cry, he too jumped forward and began to chase Hermione around the room. Hermione ran over to the portrait, but as Leviculus had said in the beginning, it was child locked and she couldn’t escape.
As she cowered by the bottom of it, Harry and Draco crept forward, eyes focused determinedly on their prey. A giggle escaped the girl’s sealed lips, despite she knew that this wasn’t exactly funny. Here she was, being attacked by boys who were wearing squishy, pink pads.
“Do you see anything funny about this?” Harry asked his partner in crime.
“Nothing at all.”
“Then why is she laughing?”
“What’s it matter? We’re going to kill her either way.”
Hermione shut up at that. Seeing now escape route, the boys too close in, Hermione rose to her feet, preparing to do battle. Just as she thought all hope was lost, she spotted an opening to escape. Taking the initiative, she hurtled between Harry’s legs, and fell into the water. Wasting no time, she ran to the window and threw it open, glancing fearfully down at the ground.
Looking over her shoulder, her eyes landed on two teenagers, both who wished to kill her. Ground or certain death? Taking a deep breath, Hermione jumped out of the window, her eyes shut tightly.
“She’s gone,” Draco cackled.
“Yes, she is,” Harry grinned.
Then, both looked at each other.
“ACCIO NIMBUS TWO THOUSAND AND ONE!”
“ACCIO FIREBOLT!”
Climbing on their beloved broomsticks, both Seekers hurtled out the window, speeding for the falling girl, who had still not hit the ground. Harry swooped below her, catching the child on his broom and Draco floated down next to them, using one hand to steady Hermione.
“You saved me!” she cried, hugging each around the neck once they had hit the ground. “I knew you wouldn’t let me die.”
The Ravenclaw Quidditch team, who had been practicing over at the field, watched the strange scene. Even though Quidditch wasn’t starting yet, the team members who weren’t children (that was five out of the seven) had been practicing some new training techniques to prepare early for the match. However, the sight of two boys covered in pads and a girl jumping out a window was much more interesting.
“Hey, Potter!” the captain, a seventh year by the name of Jason Scrumtol, shouted. “Malfoy! What are you wearing?”
“Can I kill her now?” Draco asked, fingers twitching.
“It’s…a new…style?” Harry said.
“Are you asking or telling?”
“It was her fault,” Draco snarled, pointing at the innocently smiling Hermione. “She did this!”
A loud rumbling overhead broke off conversation. Everyone looked up to see a cascade of water coming out the window, several books and papers coming with…as well as a submarine that landed right on top of Draco’s head.
“Who has a camera?” Jason asked, although his words were barely distinguishable for he was laughing too hard. Hermione happily handed over the one she’d found in her bedroom. It took both Harry and Draco a second to react. And when they did, it wasn’t a pretty picture.
Draco shot to his feet and tackled Jason, struggling for control of the camera. Hermione screamed and ran as Harry raced after her. The rest of the Quidditch team jumped in to help Jason, who was getting beaten up quite nicely by Draco.
Harry, who was now almost at the Quidditch field, stopped his run and came to a halt. Why was he embarrassing himself more by being out here? He could go back into the tower, get changed and clean up. Nodding to himself, the Gryffindor slipped past the battling students and flew up and in through the window. Looking down at the battle ground, Harry shrugged and went into his room to get changed.
The Ravenclaw Quidditch team, after realizing that all Draco wanted was the camera, dropped it and ran. Hermione wasn’t so smart. She had doubled back to the tower and had planned on taking Draco or Harry’s broom up. She wasn’t quite prepared for the rabid Slytherin to be waiting for her.
Turning tail, she fled once more, Draco right on her heels. They left the area of the Quidditch pitch and headed down past the greenhouses.
Out for a morning stroll was Professor Snape. He wasn’t one to go outside and appreciate nature but he did appreciate the fact that Professor Sprout was letting him have some of her newly grown Beeroot plants for his class.
He’d just exited Greenhouse Four, two potted Beeroot plants in his arms, when he spotted Draco. His jaw slowly fell. The plants crashed to the ground. His eyes grew wide. His skin many shades paler.
“What’s wrong with you, Severus?” Sprout greeted cheerfully, locking the greenhouse. “Niffler got your tongue?”
Still laughing, she looked out over the castle grounds…and gasped, nearly loosing her balance. “Is that…?”
“Don’t say it,” Snape said, shaking his head to bring himself back to reality. “It must be an illusion charm of some sort.”
“They certainly look solid enough,” Sprout commented, as Hermione raced into the lake, water spraying up at her heels and temporarily blinding Draco. “They’re interacting with actual objects.”
“Just tell me, for my own sanity, that they’re just hallucinations.”
“Okay. They’re just hallucinations. Now, how about picking up those poor plants and let’s head in for a spot of breakfast.” Nodding, Snape bent down and picked up the pots (both of which had an anti-breaking spell on them) and followed the Herbology teacher to the castle.
Upstairs, in their room, Harry had managed to get every single pad off and was now dressed in his robes, ready to welcome the coming day. He’d managed to get rid of the water and magicked off the new wallpaper. But that was where good things ended.
The walls now had huge pieces of paint missing from them, and it was quite obvious against the blue and green polka dots. The wooden cabinets in the bathroom were ruined beyond repair from water damage. The markers Hermione used to decorate the tampons had bled their color into the carpeting, giving off dark gray patches every few feet.
“It’s better then it was,” he sighed, running a hand through is unruly hair. “I hope Hermione and Draco come back soon…we really should head down for breakfast.”
After waiting over five minutes and seeing no sign of either out the window, Harry grabbed his books and headed out the portrait, smiling when in Leviculus’ portrait there was a small flood and the jester was nowhere to be found.
Harry had just sat down at his table, Ginny on his right and Neville on his left, when screaming was heard from right outside the doors. Students turned to look as Hermione Granger came tearing into the room and raced down the length of the tables, Draco Malfoy right behind her.
Hermione was a normal sight to be seen running. Draco…he certainly wasn’t. Cameras were pulled out of bags and purses, many recording this moment in history forever. After all, it isn’t everyday you see the famed Slytherin covered in feminine products.
Harry, wishing he had nothing to do with the two of them, buried his head in his arms. But, to make this even harder for Harry, Hermione ran over to him and dove beneath the table to land right by his feet. Draco, of course, tried the same thing.
It, for some strange reason, didn’t work quite as well.
Draco’s butt got stuck halfway under the bench and he kicked his legs fruitlessly to free himself. His arms stretched forward, trying to grab Hermione but falling just an inch short as she scrambled backwards.
“Can I pretend that they’re not there?” Harry muttered. “This is so embarrassing.”
“I don’t think you’ll be able too,” Ginny smirked, as Hermione began to scream, Draco pulling out his wand to use on her.
Harry winced and pointed his wand at Draco. “Stupefy.” The Slytherin ceased all movement. Blushing like mad, Harry pulled Draco out from beneath the table and beckoned for Hermione to come out too.
Pointedly ignoring the whispers and giggles, he hauled Draco back to the common room, Hermione trailing meekly. When they reached the portrait, Harry was glad to see that Leviculus was back on duty, looking a little wetter for the wear but otherwise quite unharmed.
Throwing Draco on a couch, Harry then went over to the window and called up the blond’s broom. “Stay right there,” Harry warned when Draco recovered the use of his limbs and made to go towards Hermione. “I’ve had it way past my limit with you two. Draco, you’re sixteen! Start acting like it! At least when you’re in public. Hermione, you need to know that you can’t do whatever you want. You should not come into our rooms without permission, understand?”
“Also, those things you used are not for what you used them for, okay?”
“I understand,” Hermione nodded. “I’ll knock next time and if no one answers I won’t go in. But what are they supposed to be used for?”
“You’ll find out one day.”
“I want to know now.”
“Later.”
“Now.”
“Now.”
“Later.”
“Good girl, we‘re in agreement,” Harry grinned, ruffling her hair. “Why don’t you go get dressed in some clothes and out of those pajamas? We have a full schedule ahead of us.”
Glaring at him, Hermione hopped off the couch and skirted around Draco.
“Aren’t you going to say anything?” Harry asked, sitting down next to Draco.
“I still want to kill her.”
Knowing he was hitting below the belt, Harry said, “Honestly? I thought only Death Eaters did that.”
Draco stiffened. “You know what I mean.”
“Then quit saying it. Make peace and try not to let her get into your head. She’s promised to be a little better…can you?”
“You were all set to kill her with me,” Draco pointed out.
“I was…but I came to my senses. You didn’t.”
“Fine, fine. I’m going to go get these things off. You and Hermione can head down to breakfast. I’ll meet you in History.”
“You sure?” Draco nodded. “All right then. Make sure you stop by the hall for some food though…you don’t want to starve.”
“Skipping one meal isn’t going to kill me,” Draco said, rolling his eyes. And that said, he shut the door to his room.
About twenty minutes later, Harry and Hermione had finished their meal (Harry’s consisting of a blueberry bagel and a cup of milk and Hermione having a doughnut, a few apple slices, and her orange juice) and were settling into the History of Magic class.
Draco arrived seconds before the bell rang, dressed in his black robes with Sparkles sticking out of the pocket and his bag of books. “Wake me when this is over,” he whispered, before placing his head on the desk and promptly falling asleep.
Harry looked at him open mouthed. He was no good at taking notes…he’d be sleeping in a few minutes. ‘Make that seconds,’ his mind yawned as Binns began the lesson, his monotous voice droning on about a troll rebellion.
Both were awoken two hours later by Hermione, who informed them the lesson was over, she’d taken notes if they’d like them and that they were going to be late to Charms.
“Hey, Hermione?” Harry asked after the Charms lesson, which fortunately wasn’t as disastrous as the last one. “Would you like to visit the library after lunch?”
“A library! There’s one here! Can I really go?”
“Sure, if you promise to be quiet while you’re there. Mrs. Pince doesn’t like a lot of noise.”
“Who’s she?”
“The librarian.”
“Oh,” Hermione responded wisely.
The three ate a quick lunch, Draco still avoiding Hermione, and made their way up to the library. Both teenagers took a table and pulled out homework, leaving Hermione, eyes wide with excitement, to browse.
“There’s so many books here,” Hermione whispered, staring in amazement at the hundreds of shelves and cases. “What should I look at first?”
Over a few minutes, she’d selected a large number of books. “I wonder what that roped off area is,” she mused. Looking around for anyone and seeing no one, she slipped under the rope and went to examine the books. Picking a random one off the shelf, she flipped it open.
“!” screamed the book, Hermione screaming with it. Throwing it, the book slammed into the shelf and the entire thing wobbled, this being a more rickety bookcase then most.
It slowly teetered back and forth, before deciding to finally fall. Hermione covered her eyes as it crashed into the shelf behind it, a domino effect created in a matter of seconds.
Students yelled in panic and dove out of the path of the falling cases and raining books. Hermione crept over to Harry and Draco and acted innocent, her stack of books on a chair next to her.
In a few minutes, it was all over. Every case had been knocked down, dust from some of the more ancient manuals wafting up in the air and choking everyone.
“Who did this?” Mrs. Pince asked dangerously, stepping into the middle of the room. “Speak up!”
No one answered.
“Maybe…maybe it collapsed by itself,” suggested a tiny Gryffindor. “Some of the cases were really old.”
The librarian sniffed disdainfully. “I doubt that. I will be running a magic check on the library for any collapse or demolishing spells. If I find traces of it in the air, I know who to look for. Now, all of you scat so I can fix this mess.”
“I wonder who did it,” Harry pondered as they left the library and joined the throng of students down the steps and outside. Hermione kept silent, a smile playing over her lips. “Well Mione, what’d you think of the library while we were there?”
“It’s very big. And there was a lot to read…can we go back when it’s all cleaned up?”
“Sure,” Harry said.
The rest of the afternoon passed quietly, a Transfiguration lesson finishing up the classes for the day. Hermione was too immersed in a book on plants that Neville let her borrow to cause any mischief, much to the thanks of McGonagall who had not in the slightest forgotten her last encounter with the child.
Dinner changed all that.
“Hey, Hermione!” Lavender bubbled. “Ron and Terry said it was okay if it was okay with your guardians.”
“Great! I’m sure it is!”
“What’s okay with us?” Draco asked warily.
“Can we have a sleepover? Pretty please with a toothbrush on top?”
“We’ll come to supervise too,” Ron said, sitting down next to Draco at the Gryffindor table.
“I guess it’d be all right then,” Harry said slowly, his voice drowned out by Hermione and Lavender’s squeals.
“Let’s invite Blaise too!” Hermione suggested.
The four guardians exchanged looks. Would that really be such a great idea?
“Yay! Let’s!” Lavender jumped off her chair and ran over to the Slytherin table, where Pansy and her group were sitting.
“He said yes! And Neville said he’d come too! Pansy said she wasn’t going to…she’s not going anywhere near Draco. The spots are starting to fade though.”
And that’s how Draco and Harry found themselves with three wild children (well, two actually. Blaise was extremely quiet) and three friends (who’s company they found much more enjoyable).
The evening passed quietly, the teenagers all playing Exploding Snap and the children coloring, talking, playing patty-cake, petting and chasing Butterscotch, or trying to tempt Crookshanks out from underneath the cabinet.
“I’ve never seen him laugh this much,” Harry commented, looking at Blaise.
“It’s nice to see,” Neville agreed. “Hermione, strangely enough, is a good influence on him.”
“Do you think it’s time for them to go to bed yet?” Draco asked. “It’s almost midnight.”
Ron yelped. “We have classes tomorrow! They should have been in bed ages ago!”
The children were dumped in baths, stuffed in sleeping bags (Hermione in the middle, Blaise on her right and Lav on her left) and given good night kisses and hugs. The guardians flopped out all over the place. Draco went back to his bed and Harry to his. Ron took the couch and Neville the armchair. Terry took Hermione’s bed.
Waking up was the hardest. The students fought like animals for the shower (all ready to break the door down when Draco took a half an hour shower) and getting dressed was a mess.
“Has anyone seen my robes?” Ron yelled, digging through a random pile of items on the floor.
“I can’t find my socks!” Terry hollered.
“Who took Sparkles?” Draco demanded.
Hermione giggled.
“Give it back!”
“I lost my fourth Rembrall,” Neville stated, looking under the couch.
“GIVE ME BACK SPARKLES!”
“Did someone take my toothbrush?” Harry asked, exiting the bathroom. “I cant’ find it.”
“Found my robes!” Ron shouted triumphantly. “No, wait. These are Neville’s.”
“Then I think I’m wearing yours…” The boys switched.
“I MEAN IT HERMIONE!”
“CATCH ME IF YOU CAN!”
“You stepped on my foot!” cried Lavender, glaring at Terry. “Watch it!”
“Do you need help rolling your sleeping back up, Blaise?” Ron asked, kneeling down next to the little boy. Blaise nodded and Ron obliged.
“HERMIONE JUST BIT ME!” wailed Draco, clutching his arm.
“NEXT TIME DON’T TAKE MY DRAGON!”
“IT’S MINE!”
Finally, they were ready to go. All eight of them piled down at the Gryffindor table and Harry grabbed the orange juice pitcher for Hermione.
In the middle of breakfast, Hermione stood on top of her chair. “Ah hem!”
No one paid the slightest bit of attention.
“I HAVE AN ANNOUCNEMENT TO MAKE!”
That quieted everyone. They were now quite used to the strange child, and after the day before they were ready to listen to anything she might find interesting.
“Why do I have a feeling she’s about to say something bad?” Harry muttered.
“No idea,” Ron shrugged. “Maybe she wants to talk about the sleepover.”
Ron was wrong and Harry was right. For what Hermione said was:
“I HAD SEX LAST NIGHT!”
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