Canary Creams
Is this an invitation?
Hermione felt a little dazed when she heard this.
"By the way, did you and George win Merlin's lottery? Why do you always invite me to eat recently?"
"What is a lottery? You don't know, little Hermione, he sold—"
George, who came back from the bookshelf, poked his head out from behind Hermione. Before he could finish speaking, Fred pulled him over and slapped his face.
"What?" Hermione was even more curious.
"He sold idiot George for a good price," Fred laughed,"Hermione can eat as much as she wants, don't worry."
At night she returned to her dormitory in the tower.
The roommates haven't come back yet, the lights are turned off, and the bright moonlight is projected in from the large floor-to-ceiling windows. She turned on the bedside lamp, and the warm yellow light illuminated the ball of hand-knitted yarn she put on the bed.
She went back to her desk and put the books and notes from the library on it.
Suddenly, came from nowhere, all she can think about is Fred's big warm smile.
Ever since the Rita Skeeter article came out, Harry had had to put up with people - mostly Slytherins - taunting him by quoting from the article as he passed by.
Hermione naturally shared some of the unhappiness, but she didn't yell at innocent passers-by. Harry said he had great admiration for the way she handled the situation.
"Amazingly beautiful? Her?" Pansy Parkinson would groan every time she met Hermione in the hallway after Rita's article was published. "What does she judge by—a chipmunk?" ?”
"Never mind it," said Hermione with dignity, holding her head high and striding past the giggling Slytherin girls as if she hadn't heard anything. "Just ignore them, Harry."
Since Harry still hadn't mastered the Summoning Charm, Hermione had to break up her rest time and knitting time for the house-elves, spending a lot of time in the library poring over books.
Viktor Krum has also been around the library a lot lately.
Hermione had absolutely no idea what a star player was doing there. Is he doing his homework, or is he looking for a way to get him through his first project?
He never bothered them - but there were often groups of girls spying on him from behind the bookshelves, and those noises did distract Hermione.
"It's so noisy," she complained softly, staring at Krum's chiseled profile, "They only like him because he's famous!"
On the Saturday before the first project, students from the third year and above are allowed to go to Hogsmeade village. Hermione told Harry that she had other things to do and that it would be fine if he wanted to meet at the Three Broomsticks later.
So Harry put on his Invisibility Cloak and set off, while Hermione waited in the lounge for Fred to set off for Hogsmeade.
There was no one in the common room, she sat on the sofa and waited quietly.
She was wearing a light blue long sweater and khaki cropped pants today, revealing a small section of thin and fair ankle. The usually loose dark brown hair is simply braided behind the right ear.
"Ah, little Hermione is so well-dressed today." George slid halfway down the stairs, followed by Fred.
He was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and brown jeans. The sleeves were rolled up high, revealing his sharp arms in his trouser pockets.
"Well, indeed." Fred walked to the sofa and looked at Hermione with burning eyes.
"Okay, let's go, I'm anxious to buy a book about testing some products."
"Miss Granger is so interested in our business." Fred was leading them along the classroom along the corridor.
"I'm thinking about the safety of the teachers and students, okay? Just the products you two sold without any inspection." Hermione was surprised to find that they didn't go directly down the stairs to the castle gate. "Where are we going?"
"To Hogsmeade," said Fred, as they walked, "there are seven roads. Filch knows four, and we believe the remaining three are known only to the two of us. Never mind the one behind the mirror on the fifth floor. We used it before last winter, but it's caved in—completely blocked. We don't think anyone used one of the roads in the Tapestry of the Tower, because the Whomping Willow was planted right at its entrance. The remaining one, directly Leads to Honeydukes' cellar, which we've used many times. The entrance is just outside this classroom, through the hunchback of the one-eyed old crone."
"Just confirmed, Filch just finished his patrol," George patted Fred on the shoulder, "See you later."
"Wait, isn't George coming with us?" Hermione thought he'd come along to discuss an enhanced version of the canary biscuits.
"I'm going to deliver a letter to the Owl Shed, and Fred will let me know later," said George, and went down the stairs.
"Worry about going alone with me?" Fred smiled.
He tapped the stone statue with his wand, and the hump of the statue opened.
"I will be right behind you, little Hermione." Fred said softly, scanning both sides of the corridor.
Hermione looked inside anxiously, headfirst into the hole, and walked forward cautiously.
Once inside it was pitch black. She raised her wand and said, "Lumos!" and realized that she was in a narrow, low dirt passage.
The passage twists and turns, more like a giant rabbit hole.
After a few minutes, they came to the bottom of an old stone staircase leading out of sight above.
Gradually, with the light of her wand, Hermione saw that there seemed to be a trapdoor. She leaned over slowly and peeped in through the thick crack of the door.
Suddenly she heard a door open and someone was coming downstairs.
"Get another box of jelly slugs, honey, they've bought almost the whole store—" said a woman's voice.
A pair of feet came down the stairs, and Hermione jumped back quickly, her back pressed against a warm and solid wall.
".……I'm sorry—"
"Huh?" Fred chuckled, supported Hermione's slightly stiff body with both hands, lowered his head and breathed in her ear, "Missing me so soon?"