smiled at her. Even though they knew they weren't in any danger of losing their jobs, Ron still looked a bit peaky.

"Hermione!" Harry exclaimed, perching on the side of his desk. "How come you're still here?"

"I was working," she replied, pushing herself off the jamb and making her way into the room. "That is usually what this building is used for."

"We just had some paperwork to catch up on," said Ron. Hermione stopped walking and gave him look that made him add, "but we finished it and got bored" in a mumble.

Even though she had tried to for years, Hermione still didn't understand their immature behaviour, never mind been able to put a stop to it. Even though they were both in their twenties now, it was stillof them looked thoughtful, as though 'that look' had never needed an explanation before.

"Like you've found something out and want to us to jump on board with some crazed plan," Harry explained, eyeing her critically.

"Yeah," Ron agreed slowly, "like the Spew look, but less crazy this time."

Hermione tried to be offended by Ron's comment but it was hard to be anything other than self-conscious with them both staring at her like they were. She took a deep breath and pushed her shoulders back. For some reason, she felt suddenly nervous.

"W-well," she began, looking between them, "it's our anniversary."

Straight away, Ron almost fell out of his chair to stand up and scramble around his desk towards her. "Shit. Your card's at home and I ordered your present weeks ago