The trio of friends found themselves in that same lavatory every Saturday from then on, from morning until night (barring quidditch practices and games, of course). It was rare for someone to interrupt them there, and if they did, well, Moaning Myrtle had began to be fond of them. Ron and Hermione were convinced that it was because she had a massive crush on Harry, but Harry continued to insist that they were merely friends. ("And she’s dead." "Myrtle doesn’t seem to care, Harry." "Oh, shove it Weasley.")