August | Hermione Granger x OFC

Chapter 109

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The main article in the Daily Prophet the next morning was...interesting. In summary, it talked about Harry Potter breaking into the Ministry for reasons unknown (assassination attempt?), that he had caused the escape of a number of suspected "criminals" (Muggle-borns), reminded the public that he was dangerous and wanted for questioning about Dumbledore's death, and that there was a ten thousand Galleon bounty on his head. It also mentioned that Yaxley had managed to trace Harry to a private address in London, and that the property would be thoroughly searched.

So, in other words, Grimmauld Place was no longer safe.

Robyn hoped they had a backup plan, but then again, it was Hermione. Of course they had a backup plan.

All in all, she wasn't sure whether to be horrified by the fact they were almost caught, or relieved they'd escaped. It was a bit of both, really.

The Great Hall was alive with gossip, though of course they all went silent when Robyn entered to have her breakfast, because...of course they did.

She didn't stop to smile (or smirk), she didn't stop to make eye contact with anyone, she just headed straight for the Slytherin table to sit with Blaise and the others.

"Sleep well?" he prompted, pouring her some pumpkin juice.

She shrugged. "Could've been better."

His face lit up. "Oh really? How?"

She should've seen that coming. "Actually, it was fine. Thanks." She took the glass from him gratefully.

"Look at you two," said Daphne across the table, grimacing. "So domestic."

"Theo doesn't pour you drinks?"

"Theo doesn't do anything," she rolled her eyes, totally ignoring the fact that Theo was right beside her.

"I'm right here!" he said, affronted.

"Yes, and you're doing nothing. Where's my drink?"

"What would you like?"

"I'm not thirsty."

Robyn exchanged an amused look with Blaise, hoping the conversation would remain so light-hearted.

"How are you feeling, Robyn? Murderous?" asked Theo, spreading butter on some toast very carefully.

Okay, not an ideal start, but she could try to keep it light-hearted.

"Murderous? Me?" she snickered. "Never."

"You aren't going to get revenge on those Gryffindors? And Runcorn? She's a traitor in my eyes, working with the enemy like that."

If he considered Violet a traitor for only that, then Robyn must be the traitor of all traitors, dating a Gryffindor like she did.

"I don't need to get revenge myself," she shrugged slightly, "people are always doing things for me, aren't they?"

Exhibit A: Blaise pouring her drink for her.

Exhibit B: her father killing the Muggle woman for her.

Exhibit C: Snape killing Dumbledore for her.

The latter two were a bit more extreme, but applied all the same.

"Do you like when people do things for you?" asked Blaise, nudging a plate of bacon towards her.

She eyed him and shook her head. "Not usually. I don't know. It depends."

He took the plate back. "Noted."