"Bloody hell," Harry closed his eyes as if he could block out reality. "We worked so hard to suppress the leaking. But when Hermione's really engaged, her shields tend to erode. Usually, Ron and I are good enough to block her, but sometimes her knowledge just slips in." Groaning, Harry messed up his hair, pulling out his ponytail to properly scratch the back of his head. He seemed entirely at a loss of what to do. "Tom's going to kill us." At the alarmed look of his opposite, he shook his head, "Figurative speaking. He wouldn't hurt either of us, even if we annoy him."