*Post- Hogwarts War/Eighth Year*
Harry subtle as a troll Potter: Malfoy's late.
Hermoine absolutely done with this idiot Granger: Oh for Merlin's sake!
Harry, raising his hands defensively: What?! I'm just saying!
Hermoine, packing her things: I can not do this ANOTHER year!
Ron clueless as heck Weasley: You're skipping class? Bloody hell!
Hermoine, already at the door: Until Harry snogs the shit out of Malfoy, this is how it will be.
Ron, choking on air: WHAT?!
Harry, blushing like an idiot: WHAT?!










