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smartestoneHermione has finished reading the schoolbook. In fact, she's just finished reading it for the third time. She could quote a lot of it from memory now, and almost wishes she couldn't, because it's more than a little infuriating.
When she's sure Ron and Harry will be the only ones left in the Gryffindor common room, Hermione heads back to the Three-Toed Sloth campfire armed with her bag of Floo powder, and sets herself up with a good fire.
In the common room, there's no one there but Ron and Harry, and a couple of students Hermione doesn't recognize, so they must be first years. "Hermione!" Ron says as soon as he sees her, and looks at the kids. "All right, then, off you go."
"Ron, be nice," Hermione chides him, though really, they do have to go for this.
"Go on, or I'll take away points!" Ron says, and though Hermione can't see it, she thinks they must have left, since a moment later he's kneeling next to Harry by the fireplace.
"You're going to take away points from your own house?" Hermione asks incredulously. "Nevermind. Harry, thank you, I got the book."
"Don't mention it," Harry tells her. "Did you find what you were looking for?"
"This is what they're teaching you?" she asks, immediately trying to stop the verbal rampage against someone she's never met. "And you're not even able to practice defensive spells at all?"
Harry shakes his head. "I think I'm going to keep getting detention until the end of the year, or something bad happens." Hermione's pretty sure she sees him rubbing his hand, but she doesn't know why.
"I've been thinking about this," Hermione says. "We should do something about her."
"Poison?" Ron suggests.
Hermione sighs and ignores him. "I mean that if she's not going to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts... someone should."
"I guess we could ask Professor Lupin," Harry says slowly.
She shakes her head. "He's busy, and too far away. You need someone there."
"Dumbledore wouldn't be able to do it, not with Umbridge snooping around-"
"I mean you," Hermione tells him.
Harry frowns at her, then starts to smile. "Sure."
"I mean it, Harry," she tells him, and she sees Ron looking at Harry like he's thinking.
"Oh, no, it makes total sense," says Harry, still grinning.
He doesn't think she's serious, but she can tell Ron does. Hermione sighs, and spends the next fifteen minutes trying to convince Harry that this is something he should do, until he starts getting frustrated and her back hurts from her positioning. She finally leaves it at that, deciding she'll bring it up again when he's had some time to think.
[Shhh. It's totally on time.]
When she's sure Ron and Harry will be the only ones left in the Gryffindor common room, Hermione heads back to the Three-Toed Sloth campfire armed with her bag of Floo powder, and sets herself up with a good fire.
In the common room, there's no one there but Ron and Harry, and a couple of students Hermione doesn't recognize, so they must be first years. "Hermione!" Ron says as soon as he sees her, and looks at the kids. "All right, then, off you go."
"Ron, be nice," Hermione chides him, though really, they do have to go for this.
"Go on, or I'll take away points!" Ron says, and though Hermione can't see it, she thinks they must have left, since a moment later he's kneeling next to Harry by the fireplace.
"You're going to take away points from your own house?" Hermione asks incredulously. "Nevermind. Harry, thank you, I got the book."
"Don't mention it," Harry tells her. "Did you find what you were looking for?"
"This is what they're teaching you?" she asks, immediately trying to stop the verbal rampage against someone she's never met. "And you're not even able to practice defensive spells at all?"
Harry shakes his head. "I think I'm going to keep getting detention until the end of the year, or something bad happens." Hermione's pretty sure she sees him rubbing his hand, but she doesn't know why.
"I've been thinking about this," Hermione says. "We should do something about her."
"Poison?" Ron suggests.
Hermione sighs and ignores him. "I mean that if she's not going to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts... someone should."
"I guess we could ask Professor Lupin," Harry says slowly.
She shakes her head. "He's busy, and too far away. You need someone there."
"Dumbledore wouldn't be able to do it, not with Umbridge snooping around-"
"I mean you," Hermione tells him.
Harry frowns at her, then starts to smile. "Sure."
"I mean it, Harry," she tells him, and she sees Ron looking at Harry like he's thinking.
"Oh, no, it makes total sense," says Harry, still grinning.
He doesn't think she's serious, but she can tell Ron does. Hermione sighs, and spends the next fifteen minutes trying to convince Harry that this is something he should do, until he starts getting frustrated and her back hurts from her positioning. She finally leaves it at that, deciding she'll bring it up again when he's had some time to think.
[Shhh. It's totally on time.]
