Hermione takes a different tackle
The next day, instead of opening one of her books, Hermione began to hum as soon as she joined him, before starting to sing in a soft low voice.
To Harry's surprise it was a lullaby.
'The itsy squidsy baby climbed up the water spout
Down came the rain
And washed baby squidsy out
Out came the sun and dried off all the rain
But itsy squidsy baby was safe in the lake again'
Harry laughed.
There was some commotion below the surface as several small tentacles began to protrude up out of the water.
'I think they liked it,' he laughed.
Hermione's face lit up at the sight of the waving tentacles sticking out of lake below.
She started to sing again, repeating the song over and over until eventually, one by one, the tentacles disappeared under the surface of the lake.
'They must have gone to sleep,' Harry commented, as he put an arm around his friend's shoulder in a gesture of thanks and camaraderie.
Of course that is not how Draco, lured to the lake by the dulcet tones of a singing voice, chose to report it to anyone who cared to listen.
Which is how Harry and Hermione arrived back to the common room to wolf whistles from some and daggers eyes from others, in particular two red-haired siblings.
Harry and Hermione exchanged a quick glance.
How to explain all this to their friends without also sharing Harry's secret?
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Draco had been so pleased with himself when he shared Harry's secret, and no doubt sordid affair, that he hadn't really stopped to think what Harry and Hermione had actually been doing on the jetty. It was only when he lay in his bed later that night that he remembered the bucket beside Harry. Why would Harry need a bucket? He had seen no fishing rod or other tackle.
What were those two up to?