"Yes, seriously, Ginny! Really! I write to him because he’s a friend, not because I have some hidden longing for him!" Hermione snapped and crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at the auburn-haired girl, who sat next to a rather uncomfortable Harry on one of the overstuffed couches in the large lounge. A fire burnt, although it wasn’t really cold enough to need one – it made the room lovely and cosy though. A cosiness Hermione might appreciate more if she wasn’t – as she had expected – being badgered by Ginny, Cho, and now even Ron about Krum.