Harry was surprised when it was Hermione’s voice that answered him from behind the door. His paranoid mind made him doubt the obvious ever since his escape from Privet Drive. His wand was in his back pocket. Happy to know it was there, he left it there as to not look like a loon when he went inside. Slowly, he opened the door.
Seeing Hermione on the bed, he smiled at her. “Hi. What are you doing in here?” Hermione usually shared a room with Ginny. They usually got on well, but tensions were high so he had to wonder if they had a row or something.
Closing the door behind him, he walked over to the bed and sat down on the corner. He had to make an effort not to start at her bare legs and tried to dispel that her knighting might creep a little higher.
Hermione is your friend, he reminded himself. Your friend. Don’t think about her like that. Another voice wanted to remind him that both her and Hermione were single. Things had not worked out with her and Ron, though he didn’t know the exact nature of the problem; it was one of the few things he and Ron did not talk about. Harry and Ginny had broken it off. He had made the excuse about her safety, but he often wondered how true it was.
“Please don’t tell me you are studying already?” he teased lightly. Little did he know that soon he would learn news that would keep the trio from going back to Hogwarts that year.
Harry moved up to sit next to her after taking a few pillows to prop himself up. Crossing his ankles, he again noticed how small his shorts were. He was so thankful the larger swell was no longer there.