Hermione kicked her shoes off and went to the kitchen, with a wave of her wand the kettle set itself to boiling and her favorite mug assembled itself into the start of a cup of tea. She pulled a plate of leftovers from the fridge and set them in the oven to warm and wandered to the kitchen bookshelf, what to read tonight? She scanned the titles. Muggle romances lay snugged up with wizard mysteries, medical journals and copies of witch weekly and the quibbler sent to her by Pansy and Luna respectively. Maybe she ought to see what her library had in occlumency. Especially as Blaise was bound to continue to snoop in her brain about Malfoy. He was a chronic matchmaker, the minute he had realized Pansy Parkinson found her current boyfriend attractive he did everything he possibly could to set them up and bungle everything in the process. It had worked out in the end but not without completely embarrassing Pansy on more than one occasion. Yes, occlumency would be a good skill to master and sooner rather than later. 