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Chapter 142

In the next few weeks, all that everyone could talk about was that Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley were going out. But all I could think about was Kathrine. Or as I had always known her before, J.K Rowling.

       I could no longer look at her the way I used to. But what was more, was that I couldn't be in peace with the fact that now she knew everything that was supposed to happen before and all that was going to happen in the future.

       That day, I was sitting in the common room with Hermione and Ron. Harry was sitting on the couch while Ginny sat on the floor, leaning against his leg.

      "You'd think people had better things to gossip about," said Ginny, reading the Daily Prophet. "Three dementor attacks in a week, and all Romilda Vane does is ask me if it's true you've got a hippogriff tattooed across your chest."

     We all roared with laughter, but Harry ignored us. "What did you tell her?" he asked.

       "I told her it's a Hungarian Horntail," said Ginny, turning a page of the newspaper. "Much more macho."

      "Thanks," said Harry, grinning. "And what did you tell her Ron's got?"

       "A Pygmy Puff, but I didn't say where."

        Ron scowled as Hermione and I rolled around laughing.

       "Watch it," said Ron, pointing warningly between Harry and Ginny. "Just because I've given my permission doesn't mean I can't withdraw it —"

      "'Your permission,'" scoffed Ginny. "Since when did you give me permission to do anything? Anyway, you said yourself you'd rather it was Harry than Michael or Dean."

      "Yeah, I would," said Ron grudgingly. "And just as long as you don't start snogging each other in public —"

     "You filthy hypocrite! What about you and Lavender, thrashing around like a pair of eels all over the place?" Ginny demanded.

        Hermione and I gave each other a knowing look and grinned as we watched Ron grumpily fold his arms.

By that Hermione finally got to her feet, turning to look at me. "C'mon. Let's go to the library. I need that book on poison antidotes."

I said nothing and looked away, pretending like I hadn't heard her.

"Lexi!" Hermione said loudly and my head snapped up. "Do you want to finish your Potions or not?"

"Not," I answered with a grin.

She gave me a look.

"Well, it's pointless!" I said with a groan. "I already know all the antidotes!"

"Then you better get on with your Herbology essay! It's due tomorrow and you haven't gotten past the second line!" Hermione said demandingly.

I grumbled, getting up from the couch moodily and Ginny smirked up at me. But it faded when Hermione turned to look at her sharply.

"And you," Hermione started firmly, "aren't you supposed to be studying for your O.W.Ls?"

Ginny opened her mouth to retort, but Hermione cut cross her when he she pointed a finger at Harry warningly, saying, "And you stop distracting her! Ginny needs to get through her examinations!"

"What did I even do?" Harry blinked in confusion as Hermione grabbed a hold of mine and Ginny's robes, dragging us out of the common room.

When we got to the library and Hermione set Ginny and I to finally study, she left our side for a search of something.