Just Hermione

Hermione came through the trap door, a wary look on her face and her wand at the ready.

"Oh thank God, I was worried it would be somebody else," Hermione said as her posture relaxed and she stowed her wand in her robes.

Harry gave a bemused grin. "You know some other H.P. that you would be worried about?"

Hermione sighed, though a small smile was tugging at her lips. "Harry, you do know that anyone could write H.P. on a note, right?"

Harry blushed, the thought actually having somehow escaped him. Shamefaced, he rubbed his head awkwardly before clearing his throat.

"Anyway, I was just hoping that you could maybe help me with these?" He handed her the book, before stepping back in case her instant reaction was to smack him for having something so perverted.

The brilliant brunette gave the book a curious glance, before sending an equally confused one to Harry. "What is this for, charms?"

"Kind of... Just read it, please."

Hermione furrowed her brow at Harry's cryptic comments but opened the book and began reading, a furious blush quickly making its way across her face. Harry stayed quiet as she read, letting her get to the end of the book rather than interrupt and risk her fury.

"Harry, what the bloody hell is this?" She finally yelled, torn between being angry at him for having something like this in his possession, and proud that he was trying to learn.

Harry thought quickly to himself, before coming up with a plan that he thought could work.