When Hermione Fights

Harry

Hello beautiful readers,

update next week might be cancelled. Most of my team is occupied by exams and my work life is stressful at the moment, so we aren't far along with the translation for chapter 72. I'll look what I can do, but it is a long one and I can't promise that we will get it done in time.

I hope you enjoy this week's chapter all the more. You are about to get a bit more Hermione-Harry-interaction, more judgemental Gryffindors and, as a result, a furious little dragon and some smut ;) Have fun!

- Aivy

Chapter beta: Dani

Chapter translator: Aivy

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"There you are. You needed a lot of time with the old bird!" we were greeted loudly by a bored Ron.

"It took a while. Somehow there were quite a few details!" Harry explained apologetically and twitched. To relive all those events avidly was probably not so nice.

"I'll accompany you to the dorm, Harry!" I anticipated his request for a talk and we were allowed to witness Ginny's head swivelling around in shock.

"Why don't you stay here? What do you want up in the dorm? It isn't bedtime yet! How did it go with Cho?" she wanted to prevent us from being alone by ourselves and acted very subtle in her attempt to learn how Harry's date had gone.

"Nah, it's too noisy for me here, I'm tired!" I declined. I was truly tired and wanted to escape a jealous Ginny quickly.

"And I want to lie down to. Are we allowed to do that, Ginny?" Harry asked cynically with an annoyed undertone, passing over her question regarding Cho. Considering how stupidly he behaved around Cho, he showed himself amazingly eloquent right now.

"Gosh, Ginny, that's cringy. You're not Mum!" Fred scolded, which made Ginny blush furiously.

Nobody else bothered us, so we reached the dormitory, divested ourselves of the thick winter cloaks and shoes and sat down on his bed.

"What do you want to know, Harry?" I asked immediately, sitting down cross-legged right opposite him.

"What was that earlier with Skeeter? The way you talked to her, that was a threat. I've never seen... no, stop! That isn't right, I've rarely seen you like that!" he declared. That made me laugh.

"Sorry, Harry, what kind of qualifier was that?" I was really curious.

"Well, some time ago in the common room... But what I truly recalled was when you snarled at Remus back then about the fact that he was a werewolf! " Yes, Harry was right there. Back then, in the shack, I had attacked Remus similarly when I thought that he collaborated with Sirius to get their hands on Harry.

"Oh, yes I remember. And yes, I admit openly, I'm blackmailing Skeeter! Oh, please, Harry, don't look at me like that. I told you at the time, more or less. But well, maybe you didn't commit it to memory because of your frame of mind after the tournament. Do you remember that I conjured a jar when we visited you in the hospital wing? You two looked at me as if I wasn't right in the head!" I tried to bring the incident back to his mind. He took off his glasses, laid them to the side, and rubbed his eyes wearily, contemplating the question. "... you will remember eventually. You were in a bad shape back then, it's understandable, and that's why I didn't say more back then, you were in no capacity to absorb any kind of information." I explained myself defensively.

He looked up tiredly and focussing on me with his blurred gaze, his green eyes so much more striking without his glasses, while strands of his unruly hair fell over his brow. He looked so cute and so out of his depth.