If there was anything to know about Hermione Granger, is that she would get unbelievably stressed when exams came around.
Her friends were learning this the hard way of course, by bearing witness to the grumpy and frazzled girl she could turn into; losing most of her composure and staying up late into the night to study; much to Rapunzel's disdain.
Presently, all four of them were in the great hall. Hermione was setting up a time table and colour-coding her notes, desperately trying to convince the others to do the same.
"Hermione, we've got plenty of time before the exam." Rapunzel sighed, voice muffled by her head being buried between her crossed arms.
"Ten weeks!" Hermione squeaked, voice shrill. "That's not anything to Nicolas Flamel!"
"But we're not six hundred years old," Ron reminded her, brows raised. "Besides, what're you revising for? You know it all already."
Rapunzel knew the moment Ron spoke he had made a mistake, and she knew an angry tangent from Hermione was on its way. It seemed Ron knew too, his face immediately scrunching with regret.
"What am I revising for?! Are you mad?! You realize we need to pass these exams to get into second year? They're very important, I should've started studying a month ago, I don't know what's gotten into me..."
"A month?!" Rapunzel asked incredulously, lifting her head from her arms rather suddenly. "It's a bit much, isn't it?"
Unfortunately the teachers were siding with Hermione on this one, assigning unbelievable amounts of homework. Their Easter holidays were consumed by mounds of homework, and on top of the stress of worrying about Snape and the Philosophers Stone; the holidays weren't the most enjoyable.
"I'll never remember this," Ron groaned suddenly one afternoon, throwing down his quill on the desk and then proceeding to almost slam his head on the desk after it; his skull making a loud thump against the wood.
Rapunzel winced and grimaced, patting Ron's back gently. "Maybe you just need to try a different way of studying." She suggested gently.
Ron only groaned into the table.
Harry's voice interrupted them, suddenly spotting Hagrid. "Hagrid? What are you doing in the library?"
Hagrid hesitantly shuffled into view, obviously hiding something behind his back. He wasn't the most subtle of people, bad at hiding secrets and generally standing out like a sore thumb.
"Just lookin'," Hagrid said in a tone that immediately let them know he was definitely not just looking.
"An' what're you lot up ter?" He asked, immediately trying to deflect off of himself. "Yer still not lookin' for Nicolas Flamel, are yeh?"
"Oh, we found out who he is ages ago!" Ron boasted, lifting his head from the desk. "And we know what that dogs' guarding, the Philsopher's St–"
Right at that moment, Rapunzel slapped her hand over his mouth to shut him up while Hagrid loudly shushed him; looking around to see who was listening.
"Don't go shoutin' about it! What's the matter with yeh?"
Ron huffed, glaring at Rapunzel who still held her hand over his mouth. Then, he licked her hand.
"Ew, Ron! Those are your germs!" Rapunzel exclaimed, frantically wiping her hand off on her robes.
Harry rolled his eyes at them, turning his attention back to Hagrid. "They are a few things we wanted to ask you, as a matter of fact. Apart what's guarding the stone apart from Fluffy–"
"SHHHH!" Hagrid said again, making Harry jump at his volume. "Listen, come an' see me later, I'm not promisin' I'll tell you anythin', mind, but don't go rabbitin' about it in here, students aren't supposed to know. They'll think I told yeh."
"Err, see you later then." Harry said, watching as Hagrid shuffled off.
"Real subtle, Harry." Rapunzel laughed when Harry turned back around to face them.
"What was he hiding behind his back?" Rapunzel asked, tapping her quill against her chin.
"Do you think it had anything to do with the stone?"
"Maybe he just snapped on Snape and he's trying to hide the murder weapon, wouldn't blame him; especially after that one Qudditch match." Rapunzel joked.
Ron laughed before standing up, clearly having enough of work.
"I'm going to see what section he was in," he said before disappearing behind some shelves, coming back moments later with a pile of books in his arms; slamming them on the table.
"Dragons!" Ron whispered. "Hagrid was looking up stuff about dragons! Look at these: Dragon Species of Great Britain and Ireland; From Egg to Inferno, A Dragon Keeper's Guide."
"Oh, I have those books at home!" Rapunzel exclaimed, causing the others to look at her strangely. "What? I like dragons."
"Huh, I think you'd like Charlie."
"Hagrid's always wanted a dragon," Harry chimed in. "He told me so the first time I met him."
"Who wouldn't?" Rapunzel said.
"But it's against our laws," Ron added. "Dragon breeding was outlawed by the Warlocks' Convention of 1709, everyone knows that."
"Stupid rule," Rapunzel grumbled.
"Maybe, but it's hard to stop Muggles noticing us if we keep dragons in our back garden–anyway, you can't tame dragons, it's dangerous. You should see the burns Charlie got off wild ones in Romania."
"But there aren't wild dragons in Britain?" Harry asked.
"Oh, there's plenty." Rapunzel said.
"Yeah, Common Welsh Greer and Hebridean Backs. The Ministry of Magic has a job hushing them up, I can tell you. Our lot have to keep putting spells on Muggles who've spotted them, to make them forget." Ron chimed in.
"So what on earth's Hagrid up to?"
Rapunzel turned to Hermione with a wide grin.
"Bet you ten sickles he's got a dragon."
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LUCKY FLOWER||FRED WEASLEY {REWRITING/MOVED}
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