“How was practice?” asked Hermione rather coolly half an hour later, as
Harry and Ron climbed through the portrait hole into the Gryffindor
“It was -” Harry began.
“Completely lousy,” said Ron in a hollow voice, sinking into a chair
beside Hermione. She looked up at Ron and her frostiness seemed to
“Hermione, I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately!” said Ron,
astounded. "First you hit Malfoy, then you walk out on Professor
Hermione looked rather flattered.
"Good luck, Ron,” said Hermione, standing on tiptoe and kissing him on the cheek. "And you, Harry -“
Ron seemed to come to himself slightly as they walked back across the
Great Hall. He touched the spot on his face where Hermione had kissed
him, looking puzzled, as though he was not quite sure what had just
"What do you think about this?” Hermione demanded of Ron, and Harry was
reminded irresistibly of Mrs. Weasley appealing to her husband during
Harry’s first dinner at Grimmauld Place.