said, helping himself to a Cornish pasty, while Mrs. Weasley looked stern, 鈥渢hey're all called stuff like Bodrod the Bearded and Urg the Unclean; it wasn't hard.鈥�
Fred, George, and Ginny came to sit next to them too, and Harry was having such a good time he felt almost as though he were back at the Burrow; he had forgotten to worry about that evening's task, and not until Hermione turned up, halfway through lunch, did he remember that she had had a brainwave about Rita Skeeter.
鈥淎re you going to tell us -?鈥�
Hermione shook her head warningly and glanced at Mrs. Weasley.
鈥淗ello, Hermione,鈥�said Mrs. Weasley, much more stiffly than usual.
鈥淗ello,鈥�said Hermione, her smile faltering at the cold expression on Mrs. Weasley's face.
Harry looked between them, then said, 鈥淢rs. Weasley, you didn't believe that rubbish Rita Skeeter wrote in Witch Weekly, did you? Because Hermione's not my girlfriend.鈥�
鈥淥h!鈥�said Mrs. Weasley 鈥淣o - of course I didn't!鈥�
But she became considerably warmer toward Hermione after that.
Harry, Bill,
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