Hermione seemed to just focus her attention to the task at hand, or rather the task in her hand. Not that it mattered anyway; his Aunt, Uncle and cousin had done their best to ignore Harry these past few weeks, and he did the same to them. ‘What the hell do you think you’re doing, Potter? The man in the picture looked exactly like he did and the woman looked very similar to Ginny. and…”
Hermione stopped for a good long time. “Now sit down boy, we have some time to kill until you friend replies to your post,” Gryffindor ordered. The Boy-Who-Lived was mesmerized by the way his friend’s milky flesh curved and then disappeared cruelly behind her white cotton bra. Lousy effing sun. “Oh, can it Harry,” she replied irritably, “I’ve had a rotten day.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” Harry began to apologize. “Sorry ’bout that,” Harry huffed through clenched teeth. “Also, if you’re close enough to the site where the Horcux is, the sword can function as a divining rod to locate the blasted
