Harry was surprised. His father apologizing? He didn't think his father would have apologized to Snape… ever; however he did. Several times in fact. Harry's respect for his father grew. But it kind of hurt him knowing that Snape didn't accept it.
I guess scars run to deep.
"Harry? Harry," Hermione said, shaking his shoulder gently.
Harry looked up to his bushy-haired friend. "Yeah, Hermione?"
"You know what we discussed the other week, after you did you-know-what to you-know-who?"
Harry thought for a moment. "Ah, that. Brainstorm time?"
She nodded and Harry noticed a Gryffindor leaning a little closer to their table than natural. Neville had gotten one of his snitches, Ron as usual, to keep an eye on Harry since he'd refused his magnanimous offer of his hand in friendship. Really, who came up with this idea of his?
Anyway, Harry used Hermione's body to hide the fact that he pulled his wand out and flicked it once, silently casting a spell to translate what he and Hermione talked about into something else.
Hermione noticed the spell and after Harry told her about it, she pulled a yawn took a quick glance over her shoulder where she saw Ron writing something down. In the instant she saw this, she could only make out one word: meat.
"We're good to talk now, Hermione. You come up with an idea yet?"
"I think so. It's a classic from what I've read. It should work."
"Well, don't keep me in suspense. What is it?"
"After they go to sleep tonight, I sneak back up to their dorm. Open their door slightly. And put a balloon filled with water over the door so that when they wake up in the morning, the balloon falls on their heads and gets them wet."
Harry could see that Hermione was proud of herself.
"It… ah, needs a little refinement, Hermione. But a fine effort nonetheless."
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Hogwarts Library, Friday, December 20th
"Harry," Hermione said a little out of breath, rushing to sit in the chair next to him. "I've got it. I've finally figured out what to do."
"You still need to learn the intent behind the exercises to occlude your mind, Hermione," Harry said absently.
"Yes, yes, so you've told me, even though it's taken me longer than the couple weeks I thought it would; but that's not what I wanted to talk to you about."
As Hermione was acting very un-Hermione like, Harry's interest was piqued and he gave his full attention to his friend.
From a nearby table, Ron tried to listen in like he had on every other conversation that pest Potter had had with other students over the past hour and a half. Really, if Neville hadn't asked him to mind Potter and see what he was up to, he had a good inclination to just leave. After all, he'd finished his homework during class. Well, all that he was going to do on it. Eh, it was good enough - he'd pass at least. But what was that Potter doing now with that know-it-all Granger? Probably something to get Neville in trouble I bet. Won't he be happy that Ron was on the job when I tell him everything they say? Ron was very happy with himself. He just hoped it wasn't another conversation they were going to have about beef jerky.
Hermione being Hermione, however, did notice that a certain bothersome red-head was entirely too close for comfort at the next table, especially as he seemed to be moving in a little closer to hear what she was going to say to Harry. She nodded her head towards his direction and Harry looked over his shoulder to see the ever-closer Weasley.
With a shake of his head and a silent spell a moment later, Harry said, "We're safe. I cast the translation spell so everything we say here will sound like we're talking about beef jerky. So what's up?"
"Just how did you cast that spell, Harry? That's the third time you've done it and I still haven't seen you do any wand movements."
"Oh, I just used a soundless incantation. They actually teach you how to do that in 6th year here, Hermione."
"What don't you know?" she said more out of annoyance than actually getting a reply.
"Oh, lots of things. Cooking spells, several types of wardings, healing, history…"
"Yes, yes, I get the point. But you're so good at the things you do know," she interrupted.
"As are you," Harry pointed out. "So, what's up?"
"I've just come up with the perfect prank to use on Neville. And best of all, it might get him into trouble."
"Do tell," Harry grinned, leaning in closer.
Harry likes spicy beef jerky? Ron thought. Where in Merlin's name are they getting all this information about jerky? The house-elves. That's got to be it. Wait till Neville finds out they're using the elves to do jerky runs. Neville might be able to get him some… er, maybe he can use that knowledge to get Potter kicked out of school.
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