False Gods, Harry Potter. [ HIATUS ]

lx. weasley twins' parting

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"BUT WHY HAVEN'T YOU GOT OCCLUMENCY LESSONS ANY MORE?" said Hermione, frowning.

"I've told you," Harry muttered. "Snape reckons I can carry on by myself now I've got the basics."

"So you've stopped having funny dreams?" said Hermione sceptically.

"Pretty much," said Harry, not looking at her.

"Well, I don't think Snape should stop until you're absolutely sure you can control them!" said Hermione indignantly. "Harry, I think you should go back to him and ask—"

"No," said Harry forcefully. "Just drop it, Hermione, ok?"

It was the first day of the Easter holidays and Hermione, as was her custom, had spent a large part of the day drawing up revision timetables for the four of them. The other three had let her do it; it was easier than arguing with her and, in any case, they might come in useful.

"How can that come as a shock?" Hermione demanded, as she tapped each little square on Ron's timetable with her wand so that it flashed a different color according to its subject.

"I dunno," said Ron, "there's been a lot going on."

"Well, there you are," she said, handing him his timetable, "if you follow that you should do fine."

Ron looked down it gloomily, but then brightened.

"You've given me an evening off every week!"