Chapter 25

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   The next Monday was to be very interesting. I had, somehow, forgotten that it would be a full moon tonight and was surprised to see that Snape was teaching the DADA class. Great. He decided it would be an amazing idea to teach about werewolves. The bloody git was trying to get Lupin in trouble. I, somehow, made it through the class without snapping. Me and Hermione walked to our next class, the boys behind us.

"Do you know?" Hermione whispered.

"Know what?" I asked. Of course I knew what she was talking about, it was obvious she would figure it out from Snape's hints.

"You do, don't lie to me." She said seeing through my act.

   I sighed.

"Yeah, I know. We can't tell anyone, though. The boys know that there is one, they just don't know who." I said.

   We were purposely avoiding the word 'werewolf' so that nobody would know what we were saying. Hermione nodded in agreement as we got to the classroom. We each broke off with our own group but made sure that nobody had overheard us.

   Luckily, classes finished quick and we had lunch. After lunch, I decided to work on the damn essay that Snape had assigned in the library. Poor Prof. Lupin was going to have to grade these essays about how terrible the werewolves are, right after a full moon. When I got to the library, I found Hermione waiting for me. The two of us sat down at a table in a secluded corner and got out our text books, to start our work.

"Don't write the kind of crap that Snape expects us to, he's not the one that has to grade it anyways." I said.

   Hermione nodded and, when we were done, our parchments were full of paragraphs saying how amazing werewolves are. We both proof read each other's work, smiling.

"This is great." I said smiling before handing Hermione her essay back.

   We stood up and packed our stuff before leaving the library. Looking out a window as we passed, I could see the full moon rising above the trees. I grimaced at the thought of what Prof. Lupin was going through right now. We eventually got back to the commonroom and I walked up to the boys' dorm. I got changes into my pajamas before crawling into Neville's bed.

"Tired already?" Harry asked from where he and the other boys were playing Exploding Snaps on the floor.

"Yeah, I have an early morning tomorrow." I said.

   They mumbled in understanding before I fell asleep.

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