When Hermione Fights

Truths

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Chapter beta: Dani

Chapter translator: Nik (& Aivy)

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"Hermione, where are you going so fast?" Harry panted breathlessly behind me.

"Shush, Harry, please not now", I demanded brusquely and hurried to the third floor. Thanks to our daily running and training, Harry and I made good progress without getting out of breath too much. Our stamina was really astonishingly good. Since my dress was a little obstructive, I pulled it up over my thighs without any pretence of shyness and hurried on. Harry was truly amazing today. He didn't ask why, just ran along obediently.

Another positive aspect of Umbridge's death and Professor Dumbledore's return was that Professor Flitwick had bestirred himself to make the Twin's previously insurmountable swamp disappear in no time, so the passage and crossing of the corridors was again possible without hassle.

As we entered the hallway where the defence classroom was situated, I put my finger to my lips indicating him to be very quiet. We carefully scampered into the classroom and up the spiral staircase, with me skillfully dissolving the few protective enchantments still lying on the office.

All this happened under Harry's attentive eyes. When I looked over my shoulder and saw his thoughtful gaze, I couldn't suppress a harsh laugh at the fact that we found ourselves once more at another break-in. A mischievous grin spread on his face as well, which had held a somewhat annoyed expression since the interview... scratch that, interrogation with the aurors.

He winked at me amusedly and I turned around again so that we could finally get into the office. Finally, the door swung open and we entered quickly. It still looked exactly the same as it had last time and the kittens were meowing non-stop. I would have liked to muzzle their mouths, as they were unbearable.

Harry stopped, looking a bit lost, as he closed the door and a glance back told me that he was thinking about his Floo chat with Kreacher. I turned to the tidy desk and left Harry to his sad thoughts.

I now bent over to the right drawer to check it for spells and curses, preferring to be cautious. I was getting properly pedantic and suddenly understood Snape better than ever.

When I noticed that there was nothing left on it, no more curses and spells, I smiled slightly and pulled the drawer open, only to shove it back in with a bang, cursing loudly.

What a bummer. This stupid toad annoyed me even in death; she was unbearable! That stupid, ugly toad! If I had at least elicited a few sounds of pain from her throat, then I would now be able to bear this more easily; she... ahhh... didn't deserve such a painless end.

Attentively, Harry stepped up to me.

"What is it, what angers you so much?" he inquired calmly, but also curiously.

"Augh... this disgusting toad," I spat out. "She put a black curse on her papers so that they self-destruct in case of her death. Shit!" I hissed angrily and kicked the desk with my foot. Ouch!

"I'm not sure what surprises me more: that you are railing at a poor, dead woman who has forcibly departed from this life, or that you know exactly where to look," Harry replied in a frighteningly cold but also thoughtful way, pushing the frame of his glasses back onto his nose with his index finger, his face pensive.