Pennelope and the Prince (Harry Potter Love Story) Book 6

Eyes Front

Monday arrived, which is when I can leave this hell.

I was incredibly happy now, Hermione had escorted us all down to breakfast. She skipped beside Ron while Harry and myself silently shipped them from behind.

"Ginny and Dean had another row," Hermione said casually, looking over her shoulder at us, Harry and I stopped fist bumping the moment she looked around.

"What did they row about?" I coughed," acting as if we hadn't just danced in joy. We turned a corner onto the seventh-floor, it was deserted, other than a small little girl who was examining a tapestry of trolls in tutus. She looked terrified at the sight of the approaching sixth years and dropped the heavy brass scales she was carrying.

"It's all right!" I said kindly, pulling out of Harry's hold and hurrying to help the small girl. "Here . . ." I tapped the broken scales with my wand and said, "Reparo."

The girl didn't say thank you, but remained rooted to the spot as we passed and watched us until we were out of sight. Ron glanced back at her.

"I swear they're getting smaller," Ron said.

"Eh," I muttered, turning back to Hermione. "What did Ginny and Dean row about?"

"Oh, Dean was laughing about how McLaggen hit that Bludger at you," Hermione replied. That son of a bitch...

"The bitch doesn't know how bad it hurt," I whined, prodding my bruise, I winced, but continued poking it. "Would he be laughing if I did it to him?"

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"It must've looked funny," Ron stupidly announced, my eyes snapped to him.

"It didn't look funny at all!" Hermione said hotly.

"Yeah, you son of a bitch!" I snapped, playfully I shall add.

"Hey, don't bring my mother into this!" He jokingly pointed a finger at me.

I couldn't think of a witty comeback, so my brilliant response was, "UR MOM!"

Hermione, who was shaking her head at the both of us, continued the conversation like nothing had just happened.

"If Peakes hadn't caught Penny she could've been badly hurt!" Hermione snapped at both of us.

"Harry!" A voice called from behind us.

"Oh, hi Luna," Harry grinned, waving.

"I went to the hospital wing to find you," Luna said, rummaging in her bag. "But they said you'd left with Penny . . ."

She thrust what appeared to be a green onion, a large spotted toadstool, and a considerable amount of what looked like cat litter into Ron's hands, finally pulling out a rather grubby scroll of parchment that she handed to Harry.

"I've been told to give you this."

I didn't have to look at the parchment to know it was another thing from Dumbledore.

"Tonight," he told, Ron, Hermione, and of course me.

"Nice commentary last match!" Ron said to Luna as she took back the green onion, the toadstool, and the cat litter. Luna smiled vaguely.

"You're making fun of me, aren't you?" She said. "Everyone says I was dreadful."

"No, I'm serious!" Ron said earnestly. "I can't remember enjoying commentary more! What is this, by the way?" He added, holding the onionlike object up to eye level.

"Oh, it's a Gurdyroot," she said, stuffing the cat litter and the toadstool back into her bag. "You can keep it if you like, I've got a few of them. They're really excellent for warding off Gulping Plimpies."