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It was curious to see how quickly their head of house's demeanor had changed. No longer did she seem upset with them, but beyond angry with Professor Umbridge. The woman also seemed to have a fire and intensity that the girl had never seen before
The changes in her went from simply a teacher to that of a protective mother about to defend her children. How very strange, but it also gave the girl a new warmth and appreciation for Minerva McGonagall.
Very slowly did the girl lift her own still wrapped hand and undo the tightly tied bow. Her own words as Harry's had been were still red and ingrained but not the sweltering red they had been. Some of the swelling had gone down as well. And just had happened before, the woman's eyes seemed to darken and more of a fire could be seen in her piercing gaze.
[i "That will be all you two. Now you may go back to the Great Hall and have some breakfast with the rest of the students. I will be having some words with Dolores."] Her voice was calm but her eyes were a raging storm of emotions.
Quickly Hermione stood and took Harry's hand. With McGongall's current mood there were no questions to be asked and she gently dragged the boy with her. [b "I've never seen her like that...but...at least if someone can do something about that gargoyle Professor McGonagall can. Though I thought that would have gone a lot worse..."] She whispered as they were getting closer to the Great Hall and other students who were rushing because clearly they had overslept.
[b "Harry...what are your thoughts on what just happened?"] Truly she was curious and wanted to know.
Harry was quick to jump in and agree. [b "It's true, Professor. The woman is clinically insane. She doesn't want us to learn anything even remotely about defending ourselves against Voldemort and his army."]
McGonngal repeated her question. [i "I have been informed that there is a questionable punishment method being used, and I'd like to understand what it is."]
He hesitated, looking briefly to his companion before pulling at the tie on his bandage. The skin was still puckered where the words had been carved, but was no longer the angry red that it had been the previous night. He held it out to their professor, who took his hand in hers to examine it closer.
Harry hadn't thought it was possible, but McGonnagal's jaw tensed even further as she ghosted a finger over the words, as if to test if they were real. When she looked to them again, her eyes flashed with a protectiveness that Harry hadn't seen before. [b "Professor?"] he quietly tried to draw her attention.
[i "I assure both of you that I will be speaking to Dolores about this barbaric form of punishment immediately. And the next time she attempts something like this, you are to inform me straight away. Do I make myself clear?"] she looked at them over her glasses. [i "Miss Granger, might I see your wound as well? I'll need my temper has fueled as it can get."]
[b "No...I am sure no one saw us last night but Ron and Hannah...So I don't think that is what this about. For once we haven't done anything yet."] The girl whispered in response to Harry. But she almost immediately regretted it when their head of house said they would discuss it all in her office. Like Harry, Hermione had forgotten just how sharp McGonagall's senses truly were and could not help stiffening. Almost did she want to grip the boy's hand but refrained from doing. After all more suspicions were the last thing they needed.
As soon as they were let into her office and sat before her, Hermione instantly bowed her head and felt like a child under scruitiny. She hated being in trouble and feeling like she let someone she respected as much as the Gryffindor head of House down. [b "We...honestly Professor didn't meant it. Professor Snape seemed in a bad mood and I said something I shouldn't and so Harry defended me on it...and then Profeasor Umbridge...we were looking through the course book and realized it doesn't teach us anything. I had just mentioned that and Harry mentioned last year. She called him a liar for it...and then because we didn't agree with her methods had called us for detentions last night."] All the words were said quickly and quietly. They sounded more whimpered than she had meant them to be but then there was that child-like hating trouble air about her.
Their professor sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. [i "Is that all of it, Potter? And perhaps you would like to tell me just what Dolores made the two of you do? Madam Pomfrey seemed infuriated when she came to me this morning."] The woman said, not being nearly as harsh as she had been, her look instead was softer.
All three subjects were by far some of Harry's best. The homework was easier, and the professors were more lenient. Hagrid always made classes interesting. Though, Harry could do without another hyppogriff taking him on an unwilling surprise ride around the castle. [b "At least our books won't try to eat us again,"] Harry noted, holding up a perfectly normal leatherbound book.
They'd almost made it to the Great Hall when McGonnagal caught them. It was far too early for them to be in any trouble, Harry thought. [b "Professor?"] he asked, but she merely gestured for them to follow her.
His brain quickly ran through any scenario that might be the reason for this meeting. [b "Nobody saw us last night,"] he muttered to Hermione. [b "And we both went right to bed. For once, we actually didn't do anything wrong. I mean, aside from going to the kitchens. That can't be it, right?"]
[i "We will discuss everything in my office, Potter,"] Minerva answered from a few paces ahead of them.
Shit. He'd forgotten how good her hearing was. Sometimes he thought that being a cat half the time caused her senses to be heightened when she went back to normal. By the time she had them sit in front of her desk, Harry's brain was glitching, trying to figure out what they'd done wrong.
[i "Care to tell me how two of my best Gryffindor students ended up with detentions on the first day of classes?"] she stared at them with pursed lips.
The girl rolled her eyes at Ron's words. She knew the boy was only teasing, but sometimes is struck a nerve. Well her fear did more so. But instead of answering, Hermione kept her pace beside Harry and couldn't help a small smirk. [b "If anyone can teach me or make that happen it'll be you. But lets make the bet with him later on it and see if he takes it?"] The girl whispered, a slight michievious smiling gracing her lips.
[i "Oi! Will the two of you hurry up? I'm starving here!"] Ron shouted as he looked back at them. And again there was that same look he had given them the night before. Again it seemed he was reading into something that was not there.
Hermione flushed from their friend's look and looked to the floor. [b "We're still waking up, Ronald. I'm actually surprised you're this awake for how early it is."] The bushy haired brunette muttered as soon the three were side by side.
[b "Today we've got History of Magic, Charms, and Care of Magical Creatures. They should be less gruesome than yesterday."] The girl said with a faint smile. But it quickly vanished when Professor McGonagall strolled up to them.
[i "Mister Potter, Miss Granger a word if you please?"] The woman said, giving Ron a look which said he was dismissed but the other two had to stay with her.
Harry smiled at her around a yawn, letting her fix his tie so it lay properly around his neck. [b "But you do such a nice job of them. Ron even looks presentable when you straighten his,"] he attempted to flatten his hair as she moved to the redhead's red and gold striped cloth.
[i "We look good enough to work at the Ministry,"] Ron agreed.
Harry winced. [b "Too early for Ministry talk. Let's eat."]
Ron waved his hand to motion for them to join him. [i "You've read my mind."]
Harry nudged Hermione along first, falling in to step beside her. Everything was easy again, as if the new day wiped his awkwardness from the night before. Then again, maybe he was just too groggy to remember what he'd said the night before. [b "Hey Ron! Hermione said she might go for a ride later with us while we practice your Keeper stills,"] he called ahead of them.
The Weasley boy laughed. [i "I'll give you a Galleon if you manage to get her more than ten feet off the ground."]
Harry leaned close to Hermione's ear. [b "Ten Galleons says I can help you score on him before practice is over."]
The girl couldn't help the red rising in her cheeks at hos words. She very well knew what had been meant but for a moment her mind had wandered somewhere it shouldn't have. [b "Erm...maybe you could. Or you could teach me to fly?"] The words were out before she could stop them. Again the girl was kicking herself because she knew she had made things awkward too.
[b "Have a good night, Harry.. And try to get some rest too."] The words were quick as the boy left her and she sighed. Slowly she ran a hand through her hair and once Harry was out of view, the girl made her way up to her own dormitory. All the other girls seemed to either be asleep or giggling over some crush they had or somethung. But not her. I stead she went to her bed and opened a book, one of the ones she had gotten from the library and tried to focus on the reading. But it was no use. No matter how she tried to keep her mind focused it kept wandering to Harry.
When she heard the rustling and shuffling of the other girls, Hermione groaned as she had not even realized she had fallen asleep. And more so she didn't feel like she had gotten any. As tempted as she was to try and go back to sleep, the bushy haired girl denied herself and dragged herself out of bed and got into her uniform and robes. She even had her tie tied and grabbed the books from the library so she could look at them during a free period since she had dropped Muggle Studies and Divination.
The girl had gotten to the common room just before the boys came down and shook her head at the both of them. Slowly she moved to both Ron and Harry, straightening their ties, lingering on Harry's a little longer than she should have before she pulled bacl and gave a small smile. [b "Honestly you two. Have to learn to do your ties yourselves."] The girl teased as she soon moved to the portrait and walked down towards the Great Hall with them, keeping pretty much silent as Ron went on and on about his patrol.
Harry laughed quietly and looked to the floor. If he tried hard enough to remember, he could almost feel her arms wrapped around his waist, squeezing as hard as she could. [b "I would never let you fall. Maybe you can join me for a ride. I'll show you how amazing it can feel."]
Realizing just how that sentence could be taken, he flushed red. [b "Anyways, I'm gonna head up. Get some sleep, and all that."]
He started backing away slowly, giving the most pathetic wave of his life as he bumped into the table behind him. [b "Goodnight, Hermione."]
In the privacy of his bed with the curtains drawn and a silencing charm protecting him, he groaned out loud at how he managed to make a complete fool out of himself in front of the girl he'd been crushing on for the past year.
[b "Genius, Harry. Just brilliant. May as well take flirting advice from Neville,"] he snapped at himself.
Burying his face into the pillow, he sighed and let sleep claim him for a few hours. His embarrassment must have drained the last of his energy, because he didn't wake up until Ron started shaking him the next morning. [i "You're going to be late for breakfast. Unless that's your next plan to get Hermione alone in the kitchens with you,"] Ron taunted, hauling the blankets off of Harry.
[b "I promise you, we were just getting something to eat, since we both missed dinner,"] the groggy boy explained himself.
[i "Whatever you say,"] Ron didn't believe a word coming out of his mouth. [i "But don't expect me to be so lenient the next time I catch you out of bed after hours."]
Harry rolled his eyes and scratched at his hair. [b "Remind me to thank you for your generosity."]
He pulled on his uniform but left his tie untied around his neck. [b "Let's go before your stomach eats you alive,"] he shoved Ron towards the door.
To her it seemed that they both were at a loss in how to act normal. Or at least not so awkeard. But what could they do when everyone was giving them funny looks or making snide comments? It was like everyone around them was making a big deal out of nothing. [b "I always enjoy when we get the time together like that..."] She answered with a soft smile.
Her hands then crossed in front of her as he asked about the walk. Again there was that pang of disappointment when Ron had been added. Was it wrong to want time alone with him and as often as she could get it? But even she understood that them spending too much time togerher would make people suspicious. [b "If we're all free tomorrow that sounds brilliant."] It took her longer to answer than it should have but she did and gave a weak smile.
As the mention of getting her on a broom was made, her eyes became big and she shook her head. [b "Harry Potter you know I don't like flying. I will watch but you will not get me on a broom."] Hermione squeaked, remembering the fear she had of flying. But it also made her remember their third year on Buckbeak and the closeness to Harry.
She was right, of course. Ron was not about to let this go. Hell, Harry was half-expecting him to start interrogating him when he returned to the dorms. [i He's not the only suspicious one,] Harry thought to himself, remembering the look Sirius had given them.
In the quiet of the Gryffindor common room, he slid the cloak off of them and rumpled it up under his arm. [b "Well um...thank you, for joining me for dinner. I always enjoy your company."]
[i What the bloody hell was that, Potter? At least pretend to be charming!] Harry winced at his own awkward behaviour. [b "Maybe we can go for a walk tomorrow, after dinner. Sit by the Black Lake. With Ron, if he's free,"] he added hastily.
If the redhead was already suspicious, it would only make things more obvious if the two wandered down to the lake by themselves. [b "Unless you want to join us for Quidditch practice. Ron did mention he wanted me to help him with Keeper practice. Maybe we can even get you on a broom,"] he smiled widely at the memory of her behind him on Buckbeak, clinging tightly at the fear of how high they were.
What had he been about to ask? It was bothering her that they had been interrupted and she had not gotten to hear. But she wasn't going to press because it seemed he had forgotten or didn't want to tell her. And she learned to respect that by now. [b "Honestly he won't... He's always stopping by the shop and gawking at the brooms."] Again she attempted and gave a weak smile of her own.
It was odd but she felt the pang of disappointment that Ron would be there too. Which she felt annoyed with herself for being dissapointed. It wasn't anything new and they had spent the free weekends together since Harry had gotten permission to be able to go into the small wizarding village with them. But this time, though maybe it was selfish she had hoped they would get the whole day to themselves. And at that thought, her cheeks flushed. What had she been thinking? He was her best friend and there was no way he saw her in the same way she did him. She had to keep her thoughts in control.
The girl poked at her food, pushing it back and forth upon the plate. She had found after Ron's visist and them being let off with the warning had left her not as hungry as she had been. She finished about half the food on her plate and dumped the food, soon moving to help with their dishes. As soon as the little house elf had come back, she offered a smile and told him how brilliant everything has been.
[b "We are lucky that he saved us from a point docking...but he will be badgering us about this tomorrow."] The girl said quietly as the two of them walked back beneath the cloak. It was yet another awkward and tension filled silence as they walked. Almost she could not help wanting her bed.
Harry looked at her with a weak smile. [b "Yeah. I'm sure he'd be fine if we left him there for a bit."]
It was a half-hearted attempt to cover his disappointment. The three of them had always gone on the free weekends together, and it shouldn't have been a surprise that Ron was going to join them again this time. Harry hadn't even quite believed that he almost blurted out a date invitation. Perhaps it was for the best that Ron had interrupted. He wasn't even sure that Hermione felt anything but friendship for him. He wouldn't put her in an awkward position.
A silence fell and he picked at his food. He was grateful for any time alone with her, even if Ron joined them for a portion of the weekend trip. He wouldn't sulk over a lost opportunity.
With his plate cleared far too soon, he gathered dishes to quickly wash in the sink to spare Dobby a job. It was all too hot being in this room with her. [i Stupid move, Harry,] he cursed himself. [i Way to open your mouth.]
[b "I think we should head back. Get some sleep. It's been a long day,"] he cleared his throat.
[i "Is Mr Harry Potter and Missus Granger leaving then?"] Dobby appeared, looking hopeful that everything had been well received.
Harry smiled down and held out his hand for the houseelf to grab. [b "Everything was perfect Dobby. Thank you. We'll come and visit again soon."]
Grabbing his cloak, he threw it over the two of them and moved to the door. [b "Good of Ron to let us off with a warning. We could have been in more trouble if it had been anyone else,"] he broke the quiet tension, listening to their footsteps bounce off the castle walls.
Hermione smiled and nodded to Harry when he had agreed to the deal that she had wanted to amend his to. Even she knew though that it would be a chore for them. It wasn't as if they sought out the trouble, but it did always seem to find them. Some years seemed worse than others and with how this one had started, the girl expected it would be one of the bad years. A year trouble might find them almost constantly and at every turn.
[b "You know I wouldn't make it hard on you. Especially after today."] The girl found herself said earnestly. At his words of Hogsmeade, her head inclined slightly as she was curious. But before the boy could go one with whatever he had been about to say, another voice came from the doorway.
Her hand was pulled back from Harry's as she had just realized their pinkies had still been linked. Brown eyes were then on their red haired friend and she rolled her eyes. [b "Honestly Ronald you know you would have done the same. And if I recall you were even telling me this morning that you intended to sneak treats on rounds."] Hermione added in their defense.
And then she found herself stiffening at his look. It was unsettling and reminded her of the look Sirius had given before they had left. Quickly she looked away, cheeks pink at his words. [b "In the morning. When we head back we'll be going to bed."] Still she did not look to Ron or to Hannah as the pair left.
With the two being gone she relaxed some but was still perplexed by the look they had been given. Odd was one word for it. But then she looked to Harry and gave a small smile. [b "This Saturday I think Butter Beer will definitely be needed. And so will sweets. Maybe we can even leave Ron to look at the broom shop?"] She was trying to help with the thick and awkward silence and tension that seemed to fall between them once again. What was happening? Usually it wasn't this hard.
He locked his pinky around hers. [b "From breakfast to dinner,"] Harry agreed. [b "No mishaps. No detentions. Just one full day of being good students who don't cause trouble."]
It would be a miracle if they actually managed it. Trouble seemed to flock to Harry and his friends no matter what they did. It's not like they sought out danger; it just happened to find them every single year. [b "It's a deal then. We both agree to keep the other out of trouble. Don't make things difficult for me, Prefect Granger,"] he teased.
His hand held hers for probably too long. Before his brain managed to catch up with his mouth, he found himself speaking. [b "So the first Hogsmeade weekend is on Saturday. Maybe we could-"]
[i "You two are testing your luck, you know that, right?"] a new voiced joined the conversation.
Harry turned and saw Ron grinning. [i "I never thought I'd see the day where I'm the studious out of us three. What are you doing down here so late?"]
[b "We missed dinner because of detention. We got hungry,"] Harry defended them.
Hannah Abbott stood with Ron, seemingly torn between docking them points, or just letting them off with a warning. [b "We'll be going to bed soon. Once we finish eating,"] Harry promised.
Ron looked between them, with a hint of something in his eyes. They narrowed slightly before his smile came back and he stood straighter. [i "Alright then. We'll talk later. Come on, Hannah. We'll let them off with a warning."] He turned to the door but paused. [i "And we will talk about this later,"] he warned them once more.
Left alone again, Harry slumped back into his seat. The look Ron had given them was unsettling. As if he was reading what was going on, without there even being something going on. Any thought of continuing his invitation for her to join him in Hogsmeade went out the window.
The girl found herself flushing slightly as the little house-elf had glanced between the two of them the way he had before leaving. What was going on with everyone in thinking there was more between them? First it had been Sirius who had done so, then Malfoy, and now it seemed their little friend did too. Not that she didn't want there to be more, but she had been trying to bury those feelings and convince herself that she was content to keep their friendship. As long as she had him in her life in one way or another she would be fine. But then everyone had to keep throwing it at them and she couldn't help becoming flustered and wish it were the truth.
Slowly the girl has taken some of the roasted chicken, potatos, and carrots and put them on her plate. All the while she could feel the gaze of her friend on her but she didn't dare to look up and "catch" him. The girl could tell him to be just as flustered as she was. But had guessed it to be more so because he wanted the rumours and thoughts to stop. Not because he felt the same way. To her, or what she thought he felt was just being a protective brother. And it kind of stung.
It was his words that snapped her out of her train of thoughts and brown eyes came to look up at the boy. A faint smile traced her lips and she shook her head. [b "You didn't drag me into it. I chose to get into it with you and couldn't keep my mouth shut. But I know what you mean, going to these lengths is mental...the Ministry should get word out, not filter it and pretend it never did happen."] Her words were quick and seemed indignant because was bristling at the boy being called a liar. She then took his pinky with her own. [b "How about this...tomorrow we both keep the other in check better?"]
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