The quiet hum of voices blending together returned when Hermione’s magic calmed down from dangerous levels, conversation’s picking back up from where they had left off about the newest attack. Theories flew back and forth between groups, each more wild than the last, for those in the know of who Hermione and Hartford were, also knew that the twins weren’t involved, at least not directly. Hermione couldn’t help but roll her eyes when she heard Marcus Flint loudly declaring that bets were now being taken by Adrian, Graham, Miles and himself. The seventh year wasn’t much for intelligence, at least on the surface for those who didn’t know him well; he was getting Outstanding in Defense, Potions and Ancient Runes but everything else he was struggling to get Acceptable. By Magics luck he didn’t really need the other subjects, he wanted to be an Unspeakable like his Father for which he only needed the three he was good in and Charms, although, who was tutoring him in Charms was a mystery to even his friends. Hermione gazed around the room in fondness. All Slytherin students were judged harshly by the other three Houses, Professors and even the outside world for being Evil and Dark, but here, inside Hogwarts, they stood together and never left one behind. She lay back on the couch, her head resting in Theo’s lap, his hands carding through her hair soothingly. Daphne and Pansy were light-heartedly bickering, Luna humming a soft lullaby, Draco and Blaise accusing the other of cheating in their Chess match, the only thing missing was Harry’s loud, obnoxious dramatics.