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“You see how Harry acts too; you tell me if I’m overreacting.”

“You’re overreacting.”

Hermione sighed. “Fine then. You just find out the password to Harry and Malfoy’s room and I’ll do the rest.”

“What?”

“I’m serious.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Ron—”

“Fine, fine. I’ll get Harry to tell me so we can meet him there to study or something.”

“Good.”

Ron shook his head as he watched Hermione walk up the stairs to the girl’s dormitory. “I tried to make her stay out of it…” he said weakly. “No one can say I didn’t try.”

Draco was not amused at this moment in time. No, he was not pleased at all. And every fibre of his being was directed at making this known to the being standing in his rooms not three feet away from him.

“And just what do you think you are doing in my rooms?” Draco hissed.

Hermione was rather impressed. No wings had sprouted yet. “Is Harry here?”

“No. Get. Out.”

“Good then.” Hermione acted as if she hadn’t heard the other two words he uttered. “I need to talk to you about Harry.”

“No you don’t. Goodbye.”

“Fine then. I’ll talk, you’ll listen, and then I’ll leave.”

“The door is behind you, please use it.”