"Of course! Of course I will. I'll find out as much as I can. I wonder if there's anything in any of the books. I'll ask Madam Pince if there are, then I can bring them up to you. I bet Nick will know all about the ghosts and the different types-" Hermione said in a rush, her cheeks flushed happily with all of the plans, as well as Ernie's enthusiasm, or his agreement.
"I know, I guess, I know we haven't always been best friends," Hermione said softly, her fingers toying with the hem of her skirt. "But you know, we should all be- we should be friends. And any little thing I can do- I mean, I know I- I don't want you to think I'm just here pre-empting you losing your magic. I'm not. I'd have come to see you anyway. Or- well, you know-"
Hermione broke off when Ernie's hand pressed against her own, drawing in a deep, shaky breath, feeling really rather pleased. "Oh, well, well, I might take you up on that," she said, not knowing what to do with her hand whilst Ernie was touching it. "You'll be fed up with all the... all the books and things," she murmured quietly, her gaze flicking between their hands and Ernie's face.