Pointing Forward

"She's so obviously just faking this, but why am I so mad," said Padma. It really was unlike her. Michael tried to hide how proud he was of me. I needed to change the subject.

"She wanted to know if I put Harry's name in the Goblet, and set up the whole event," I said. It was a few days past the event happening in the first place. If they were really concerned about if I had done it, then wouldn't they have asked me sooner. I mean, I didn't ask them, but it was because I hated Potter and had no contact with him. Why would Hermione wait to ask me so long?

"They thought you did it," said Michael?

"If she knew anything about you she would know it wasn't you," said Padma, "it was probably them who did it." I believed Hermione, that Potter didn't do it. I didn't know too much about her, but she was never a liar.

"It wasn't them either," I said, "and she didn't come here because she thought it was me." There was only one thing that made sense in my mind.

"Well she certainly wasn't just her to get you hard," said Padma. I adjusted my pants, trying to get my mind off of Hermione.

"She came to ask me, because they don't know who it was. I was their last guess." As I said it, it made more sense. The golden trio was out of clues. Hermione came to me, because she had to. She likely had never even told Harry she was in contact with me. How could you easily slip in our first meeting with her being naked, and with a women between her legs?

I may have not known what I was to do, but so to was the Trio lost.