Bella and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Chapter Fourteen

A/N

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 We climbed the steps to the Entrance Hall, I was still thinking about what Malfoy had said, Harry looked deep in thought and Snape was still angry about Snape. Ya know, the usual. 

"Five points from Gryffindor because the potion was all right! Why didn't you lie, Hermione? You should've said Neville did it all by himself!"

Hermione didn't answer. Which wasn't unusual for her. I looked around. 

"Where is she?" 

We were at the top of the steps watching the rest of the class pass us, heading for the Great hall to lunch. But Hermione wasn't there. Where was she?

"She was right behind us," Ron said, frowning. 

Malfoy passed us, walking between Crabbe and Goyle. He smirked at me and Harry and disappeared.

"There she is," Harry said, pointing to the stairs.

Hermione was panting slightly, hurrying up the stairs; one hand was clutching her bag, the other seemed to be tucking something down the front of her robes. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. What was she up to?

"How did you do that?" I asked.

"What?" Hermione asked, joining us. 

"You know what. One minute you were right behind us, and next moment, you were back at the bottom of the stairs again," I told her, pulling my bag strap onto my shoulder. That's the only thing about having shoulder bags, the straps like falling down. 

"What?" Hermione asked looking confused. "Oh - I had to go back for something. Oh, no..."

A seam had split on Hermione's bag. Which I wasn't surprised at; I could see that it was crammed with at least a dozen large and heavy books. 

"Why are you carrying all these around with you?" Ron asked her. 

"You know how many subjects I'm taking," Hermione said breathlessly. "Couldn't hold these for me, could you?"

"But -" He asked turning over one of the books she handed him - "you haven't got any of these subjects today. It's only Defence Against the Dark Arts this afternoon"

"Oh, yes," Hermione said vaguely, but she packed all the books back into her bag just the same. "I hope there's something good for lunch, I'm starving," she added and marched off towards the Great Hall.

"D'you get the feeling Hermione's not telling us something?" Ron asked me and Harry.

"Yeah I do," I face them, grab Harry's hand and pull him towards the Great Hall. "But right now, food is the only thing that matters"

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Professor Lupin wasn't there when we arrived for his first Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson. We all sat down, took out our books, quills and parchment, and were talking when he finally entered the room. Lupin smiled vaguely and placed his tatty old briefcase on the teacher's desk. He was as shabby as ever but looked healthier than he had on the train, as though he had had a few square meals. 

"Good afternoon," he greeted. "Would you please put all your books back in your bags. Today's will be a practical lesson. You will only need your wands"