Because you are a good guy
I repeated the words of Hermione Granger to my friends. Padma was menacingly cutting a sausage into tiny bits.
"Harry wants to work together with us," said Michael, "and Hermione and you have a date! Our stock has never been higher."
It worried me that they wanted to work together on the attack that was going on. We had barely even focused on that. Instead I was more worried about that egg. I had opened it late last night and nearly awoken half of my house. That terrible screeching noise still stuck in my ears.
I pulled the head of Padma to my shoulder, who took a deep breath before relaxing against me. She was wound up as anyone right now.
Parvati walked behind me from the other table, rubbing my shoulders lightly. Before whispering even gentler.
"Congrats," she said, "about Hermione." She had been told before I could tell her. It was most likely Hermione herself, since they were roommates.
I looked at their table, not seeing Harry or Ron, but indeed Hermione with a big smile on her face.
"It's unnatural really, her being so happy," said Parvati, "especially considering this." Parvati threw an issue of the Daily Prophet down.
The front page was a shot of the arena, with a young witch leaning over the railing looking at me fighting the Drip Fang. Her tiny skirt hiding nothing from the imagination.
"Woah," said Padma. Suddenly everyone at the table seemed more interested in the story. The witch turned her face back in the picture, showing that it was Hermione. No wonder the girls were so interested.
"Putting a picture of Hermione's ass as the front page," said Parvati, "Rita Skeeter has no shame. She even made the article about you and Harry fighting over Hermione again."
I could see Cho Chang grinding her teeth. She didn't like the treatment Hermione was getting.
"A Witch Stalks Her Unknowing Prey" Read the Pictures Caption. What a weird thing to say.
And yet, Hermione was smiling, as if she was unaware of the whole thing.
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