Harry was looking for help with a particularly difficult spell. After all, this year's exams would be crucial in deciding whether he possessed the skill, power, and dedication to become an Auror.
He checked the library first, always a safe bet for Hermione, but this time she wasn't there. She wasn't in the common room, either, and Harry was about to give up, when he recalled the Marauder's Map. Finding an empty table he laid it out, and set about scanning it for Hermione's name and location. Magic came a poor second to Google Maps in some respects Harry thought. The flexible nature of the castle architecture made the task even harder. But he finally spotted her, in alone in an isolated part of the castle. Watching for a short while he confirmed it was her. The marker wasn't moving, and he guessed she was lost in a good book... a good text book, probably.
It would take ten minutes to walk that far, but 'Mischief Managed', he refolded the map and tucked it away. He spotted Draco as he made his way through the castle, but Draco didn't spot him, so he avoided him.
As he climbed the last set of stairs, Harry was short of breath, as he approached his friend. His shoes made no noise as he spotted her. She was sitting with her back to the door, in the middle of the floor and from her gestures stirring a cauldron.
It was clear that she didn't know he was there. She was talking quietly to herself, he was very tempted to listen, but afraid that she'd say something she didn't want overheard.
So Harry weighed up his options, and decided to startle her.
Stopping about two feet from her back, he could smell the shampoo in her hair, and hear her humming a tune as she mixed the pink liquid in her cauldron. She carefully dipped a tiny potion phial into the mix and took a sample.
"Hermione." he said loudly, but without shouting.
She jumped out of her skin. Hermione thrashed about until she got her feet under her, then she whirled about to face Harry.
The cauldron rang, as her shoes clanged against it, her face was furious. Harry put on his best, 'It was only a joke' face, and raised his hands to signal his surrender.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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