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"Harry, you'd better beat him in the Quidditch final!" Hermione said shrilly. "You just better had, because I can't stand it if Slytherin wins!"
"... if Snape sees me anywhere near there again, I'm in serious trouble," he finished.
"What?" snapped Hermione, picking up the exam schedule and examining it. "Yes, of course I have."
The grounds were still and quiet. No breath of wind disturbed the treetops in the Forbidden Forest; the Whomping Willow was motionless and innocent-looking. It looked as though the conditions for the match would be perfect.
The heat was overpowering and his nostrils were stinging with the perfumed smoke wafting from the fire beside them. He thought of what Ron had just said, and decided to pretend.
"It came from over there!" said Malfoy, wiping his face, and staring at a spot some six feet to the left of Harry.
"What kept you?" Ron hissed.
"Scabbers, it's me, you idiot, it's Ron," Ron hissed.
"Ron, be quiet!" Hermione whispered urgently. "Fudge'll be out here in a minute --"
"You killed my parents," said Harry, his voice shaking slightly, but his wand hand quite steady.
"Do you think I could have a look at the rat?" he said evenly.
Only one person wasn't joining in the festivities. Hermione, incredibly, was sitting in a corner, attempting to read an enormous book entitled Home Life and Social Habits of British Muggles. Harry broke away from the table where Fred and George had started juggling butterbeer bottles and went over to her.
"Well!" said Lupin, clapping his hands together and looking around cheerfully. "That seems to clear that up! Severus, I'll take this back, shall I?" He folded the map and tucked it inside his robes. "Harry, Ron, come with me, I need a word about my vampire essay -- excuse us, Severus --"