Harry tried to think about other things that didn’t involve slimy, potion professor, or secrets. But the same thought kept coming to his mind: "Uncle Vernon would kill me if he knew about this"."What was that, mate?" mumbled Ron with half a loaf of bread stuffed into his mouth like he was a vacuum. "Nothing, just thinking about our homework," Harry replied, smiling a bit, not to worry his friends. "Harry is probably worrying about homework, isn’t that right, Harry?" Hermione asked, still mad that Ron had declined to study in the library to focus on quidditch instead. "Oh yes," Harry faked in an overly dramatic tone, making Ron laugh and spit out some crumbs of his bread. Even Harry allowed himself to laugh a bit, and soon Snape went out of his mind for the day. Between quidditch with Ron and some really intense study sessions, he barely had time for other thoughts than those of his friends. It felt nice, Harry thought, to worry about simple matters like homework or who should be the one to hex Malfoy when he insulted Ron and his family another time that day.