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Hermione Granger and the Potion of Perilous Pleasure Chapter 14 (Greenhouse Temptations)
🕑 Added 2025-01-13 22:18:15 +0000 UTCHerbology with Professor Garlick
The warm scent of damp soil and blooming flowers embraced Hermione as she stepped into the greenhouse. It was a sanctuary of greens and browns, with exotic plants stretching their leaves toward enchanted lights hung from the glass ceiling. Tiny motes of glowing spores floated lazily through the air, creating an otherworldly haze. Hermione adjusted her robes, the familiar weight of her schoolbooks tucked under one arm, and tried to suppress a yawn. Sleep had been a fickle companion these past days.
At the front of the room stood Professor Mirabel Garlick, her vibrant red hair tied back into a loose braid that spilled over one shoulder like a waterfall of embers. She wore her usual green teaching robes, but today they seemed to cling to her in ways Hermione found alarmingly distracting. The fabric hugged her generous curves, cinching tight at her narrow waist before flaring out around her hips. A plunging neckline revealed just a hint of creamy skin above the lace trim of her undershirt, a teasing contrast to the professional air she otherwise exuded.
"Good morning, class!" Professor Garlick's voice was warm and musical, instantly lifting the spirits of the sleepy students. "Today, we'll be exploring the delicate art of handling Shrivelfigs. They require a gentle touch—mishandle them, and they might wilt prematurely."
Hermione slipped into her seat, determined to focus. Shrivelfigs were no joke, and Professor Snape's disdain for anything less than perfection was fresh in her mind. Yet as Mirabel moved around the greenhouse, her presence commanded Hermione's attention. The professor gestured animatedly, the sleeves of her robes fluttering as she reached up to adjust a hanging plant. The motion caused her neckline to dip ever so slightly, revealing a glimpse of her collarbone.
Hermione's quill hovered uselessly over her parchment. A faint heat bloomed in her cheeks.
"Now, I'll need a volunteer," Mirabel announced, her gaze sweeping the room. Her soft smile seemed to rest on Hermione a beat longer than anyone else, and Hermione's chest tightened. "Ah, Miss Granger. Would you mind assisting me?"
Swallowing hard, Hermione nodded. "Of course, Professor."
Hermione stood, careful to keep her robes arranged to hide her growing discomfort. As she approached the professor, the faint, sweet scent of lavender reached her. Mirabel's proximity was intoxicating, her every motion graceful and assured.
"Hold this, please," Mirabel said, handing Hermione a small pair of pruning shears. Their fingers brushed briefly, and Hermione flinched at the spark of warmth that shot up her arm.
"Everything alright, dear?" Mirabel asked, her head tilting slightly, concern flickering in her brilliant green eyes.
"Y-Yes, Professor," Hermione stammered, clutching the shears tighter than necessary. "Just... eager to learn."
Mirabel chuckled, the sound like a soft chiming bell. "I admire your enthusiasm, as always. Now, let's demonstrate for the class, shall we?"
Hermione nodded stiffly, trying not to focus on how the professor leaned closer, her curls brushing Hermione's shoulder. Mirabel held up a vibrant purple Shrivelfig, its skin smooth and glistening like polished leather.
"These little beauties are sensitive," Mirabel explained, her voice soft but commanding. "When harvesting, you must grip them firmly but not too tightly. Like so." She guided Hermione's hand to the base of the fruit, her touch lingering. "Feel that? It's ripe, but you mustn't bruise it."
Hermione's brain struggled to form coherent thoughts. The combination of Mirabel's warmth, her soothing voice, and the subtle press of her body against Hermione's side was overwhelming. Her cock stirred beneath her robes, and panic set in. Not now, not here.
"Perfect," Mirabel said, her breath ghosting against Hermione's ear. Hermione felt her cheeks burn hotter. "You have a natural talent for this."
"Th-Thank you, Professor," Hermione mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper.
Mirabel smiled knowingly, her eyes sparkling with something Hermione couldn't quite place. "You're very diligent, Hermione. But don't be afraid to get your hands a little dirty." She reached out, smudging a bit of soil onto Hermione's fingers with a playful grin. "There. Now you look like a true Herbologist."
Hermione blinked, caught off guard by the gesture. Mirabel's teasing tone was subtle, just enough to make Hermione's stomach flip. She tried to laugh, but it came out strained.
Mirabel handed the Shrivelfig to another student, her fingers brushing Hermione's once more as she retrieved the shears. "Thank you for your help, dear. You've set a wonderful example."
As Hermione returned to her seat, she caught Lavender and Parvati smirking at her. She ducked her head, focusing intently on her notes to avoid their knowing glances.
Class wound down, the students busy packing up their tools and parchment as Mirabel moved between desks, offering encouragement and feedback.
"Miss Granger," Mirabel called, stopping beside Hermione's seat. "Could I trouble you for a moment before you leave?"
Hermione's heart skipped a beat. "Of course, Professor."
Mirabel waited until the other students had filed out, her presence suddenly feeling far more intimate in the now-quiet greenhouse. "You've always been one of my most promising students," she began, her voice soft. "I'd like to give you an extra credit assignment. It's a challenging task, but I think you're more than capable."
"I'd be happy to help," Hermione said quickly, eager to prove herself.
Mirabel smiled, her fingers lightly brushing Hermione's forearm. "Wonderful. I'll leave the details on your desk later today. And Hermione..."
"Yes, Professor?"
Mirabel's gaze lingered, her lips curving into a faint smile. "Don't let yourself get too stressed. You've got a unique spark—it would be a shame to burn it out."
Hermione felt rooted to the spot, her mind a whirl of conflicting thoughts and emotions as Mirabel turned and walked away, her hips swaying ever so slightly beneath her robes.
As Hermione made her way back to the castle, the crisp air did little to cool the heat still simmering in her veins. Mirabel's words, her touch, her scent—they replayed in Hermione's mind like a looping charm. She clutched her bag tightly, hoping the brisk walk would settle her nerves.
But no matter how hard she tried to push the thoughts aside, they lingered, a tantalizing distraction she knew she couldn't ignore for long.
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The Gryffindor common room buzzed with the low hum of activity as students milled about, some poring over their books while others lounged by the roaring fire. The warm glow from the enchanted flames cast flickering shadows across the red and gold tapestries lining the walls. It was a cozy sanctuary, the kind of place where Hermione usually felt safe and focused. But tonight, her thoughts were anything but settled.
Hermione sat on the corner of one of the overstuffed armchairs near the hearth, a Potions textbook open on her lap. Her quill tapped rhythmically against the margin of the page, but she wasn't reading. Her mind was a storm of conflicting emotions—her encounter with Professor Garlick earlier still lingered at the forefront of her thoughts. The way her robes had clung to her curves, the playful flirtation in her tone... Hermione shook her head, while she would have wanted nothing more than to sleep with her, and she still remembered what Professor Sinistra had told her, Hermione didn't want to just jump at people like that, while one could argue that she already did that with Sinistra, but Hermione was still sure that the Professor was the one who jumped her.
Ginny was her friend since the third year, so Hermione already knew her well before Ginny decided to suck her cock and Luna...well, she was her friend now, and Sinistra was just her Professor, Hermione knew nothing personal about her, as for Professor Mirabel. She was totally a busty Professor and someone Hermione wanted to fuck, but the smarter part of her brain was telling her to get to know her first before sleeping with her, while the horny part was telling her to jump the Professor.
Sometimes I Feel my cock does all the thinking, Hermione thought, feeling a little exasperated as she turned her head, paying attention to something else.
Across the room, Harry and Ron huddled over a game of Wizard's Chess, the tiny pieces clashing noisily under Ron's relentless strategy. Harry's face was etched with mild frustration as his knight was smashed to pieces, but he barely seemed to notice. His attention kept drifting toward Hermione, his brow furrowed in thought.
Finally, he stood, brushing off his robes and leaving Ron to gloat over another victory. Harry crossed the room and dropped into the chair opposite Hermione, leaning forward with an intensity that immediately set her on edge.
"Hermione, can we talk?" he asked, his voice low enough to avoid the curious ears of nearby students.
Hermione blinked, snapping out of her daze. "Of course. What's wrong?"
Harry glanced around before speaking, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's Malfoy. He's up to something."
Hermione's brow knit in concern, her academic curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?"
Harry leaned closer, his green eyes sharp behind his glasses. "He's been sneaking off, disappearing for hours at a time. And it's not just here—this summer, I saw him in Knockturn Alley."
"Knockturn Alley?" Hermione's voice rose slightly before she caught herself. She glanced over her shoulder to make sure no one was listening. "What was he doing there?"
"That's the thing—I don't know. But he wasn't there for fun, I can tell you that much," Harry said, his tone grim. "He looked... shifty. And now, he's sneaking around the castle. I've seen him slip into empty classrooms, looking over his shoulder like he doesn't want anyone to see him."
Hermione's mind raced. Draco Malfoy had always been arrogant and cruel, but this sounded different. Calculated. Dangerous.
"Do you think he's...?" Hermione hesitated, unwilling to say the words aloud.
Harry nodded. "A Death Eater? Yeah. I think Voldemort's got him doing something."
Before Hermione could respond, Ron plopped into the chair next to Harry, his chessboard hovering behind him with a lazy swish of his wand. "What are you two whispering about?" he asked, a grin spreading across his face. "Let me guess—Malfoy? Harry I already told you, Malfoy is stupid, arrogant, selfish and every bad trait is on his list, but calculating, he can't calculate his way out of a two plus two question."
"Not everything's a joke, Ron," Harry said, shooting him a sharp look.
Ron raised his hands defensively. "Alright, alright. But come on, it's Malfoy. The git probably thinks sneaking around makes him look mysterious and important."
Hermione frowned, her voice tinged with exasperation. "Ron, Harry's right. If Malfoy's working for Voldemort—"
"Don't say his name!" Ron interrupted, shuddering.
"—then we can't just ignore it," Hermione finished, glaring at him. "We need to figure out what he's doing."
Ron groaned, leaning back in his chair. "And how are we supposed to do that? Follow him around? He's not exactly going to invite us to his evil meetings."
Hermione chewed on her lip, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the edge of her book. "Maybe we don't have to follow him ourselves," she murmured.
Harry's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"
"Luna," Hermione said, her tone thoughtful. "She's good at... blending in. People don't notice her the way they notice us. If anyone could follow Malfoy without being caught, it's her."
Ron snorted. "Luna? Really? She'd probably get distracted by a Nargle or whatever she's always going on about."
"Don't be rude, Ron," Hermione snapped. "Luna might seem eccentric, but she's clever. And she's brave. If we explain what's at stake, I'm sure she'd help."
Harry nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. "She's got a point. Luna's different, but that could work to our advantage. Malfoy wouldn't see her as a threat."
As the conversation unfolded, Hermione felt a pang of guilt twist in her stomach. Here they were, plotting to uncover a dark conspiracy, while she harbored a secret of her own. The weight of her transformation pressed heavily on her chest. She glanced down at her lap, her robes carefully arranged to conceal the bulge that hadn't existed a month ago.
"Hermione?" Harry's voice snapped her back to reality. "What do you think?"
She blinked, realizing she'd missed part of the discussion. "Sorry, what?"
"I said, should we ask Luna tomorrow?" Harry repeated, his brows furrowing in concern.
"Yes," Hermione said quickly, nodding. "We should. The sooner we start, the better."
Ron sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Alright, but if Malfoy catches us spying on him, I'm blaming you lot when Snape gives us detention for the rest of the year."
Harry smirked. "You're just afraid Malfoy will hex you."
"Damn right I am!" Ron shot back, though his grin betrayed his amusement.
Hermione closed her book, her determination solidifying. "We'll be careful. But if Malfoy's up to something dangerous, we have to stop him."
As the boys returned to their banter, Hermione leaned back in her chair, staring into the flames.
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The brisk chill of a winter morning bit at Hermione's cheeks as she stepped through the Hogwarts gates, her breath puffing out in soft clouds. Snow blanketed the grounds in a shimmering white sheet, crunching underfoot as she, Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Luna made their way toward Hogsmeade. The sun peeked through a thin veil of clouds, casting the village in a muted glow, while enchanted icicles hung from the eaves of shops, twinkling like fairy lights.
Hermione adjusted her scarf, a thick Gryffindor-red knit that complemented the cream-colored sweater beneath her robes. The layers did little to combat the cold, but she welcomed the bite of the air—it was easier to focus on that than the increasingly frequent distractions caused by the heat simmering under her skin.
Ron trudged along beside her, grumbling about the cold. "Bloody freezing. They couldn't have waited until spring for a Hogsmeade weekend, could they?"
"Oh, stop complaining," Ginny said with a playful shove. She was bundled in a dark green coat that made her hair flame bright against the snow. "You'll forget all about the cold the second you're stuffing your face at Honeydukes."
"Too right," Ron muttered, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets.
Harry laughed, the sound light and easy, a rare moment of peace in the midst of his usual worries. He walked slightly ahead, his glasses fogging with every breath, but he didn't seem to mind. "What about you, Hermione?" he asked over his shoulder. "First stop—The Three Broomsticks or Honeydukes?"
Hermione hesitated, distracted by the sight of Luna skipping through the snow ahead of them. She wore a fluffy periwinkle coat adorned with silver buttons, and her hair flowed behind her like spun moonlight. Every so often, she stopped to examine a curious patch of snow or a gnarled tree, as if seeing the world through an entirely different lens.
"Hermione?" Harry repeated, pulling her attention back.
"Oh! Um... The Three Broomsticks sounds fine," she said quickly, hoping her flushed cheeks could pass as a reaction to the cold.
Ginny shot her a knowing look, her lips curving into a smirk. Hermione felt her stomach flip and quickly looked away. She would have no problem looking back at Ginny; she wasn't as uncertain about it as she was two weeks ago, but Harry and Ron were here. The last thing she wanted was for Ron to suspect she was fucking his sister and for Harry to suspect she was fucking his crush.
As they entered the village, the familiar sights and smells of Hogsmeade enveloped them. The cobbled streets were crowded with students and villagers alike, their laughter mingling with the distant jingle of bells. Smoke curled lazily from chimneys, filling the air with the comforting scent of burning wood.
Hermione's gaze darted around, trying to absorb every detail while ignoring the growing tension in her body. She spotted Zonko's Joke Shop, its windows full of brightly colored displays, and Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop, where a new line of glittering enchanted quills had drawn a small crowd.
Harry and Ron veered off toward Zonko's, their laughter trailing behind them as they debated the merits of trick wands versus dungbombs.
"You don't mind, do you?" Harry asked.
"Not at all," Hermione said, shaking her head. "Ginny, Luna, and I will wander a bit. We'll meet up later."
With the boys gone, Hermione found herself walking between Ginny and Luna. Ginny linked her arm with Hermione's, pulling her close for warmth, while Luna strolled beside them, her hands buried in her coat pockets.
"It's beautiful today, isn't it?" Luna said dreamily, her eyes fixed on the glittering icicles. "The snow always feels like it's hiding secrets, doesn't it?"
Ginny laughed. "You'd find secrets in a glass of pumpkin juice, Luna."
"Perhaps," Luna said with a small smile. "But secrets are everywhere, if you know how to look."
Hermione smiled faintly, her mind half on their conversation and half on the sensation of Ginny's arm against hers. Ginny's touch was casual, but it sent small shivers through Hermione that had nothing to do with the cold.
"Where to first?" Ginny asked, glancing at Hermione.
"Honeydukes?" Hermione suggested, eager for something sweet to distract her.
"Brilliant," Ginny said, tugging her toward the brightly lit candy shop.
Honeydukes was a riot of color and sound, the shelves bursting with sweets of every kind. Hermione inhaled deeply, savoring the mix of sugar and chocolate that filled the air. Students jostled for space, their laughter echoing off the walls as they loaded their arms with every treat imaginable.
Hermione found herself between Ginny and Luna at the counter, examining a display of Chocolate Frogs. Ginny was already teasing her.
"You've got a bit of a sweet tooth, don't you?" Ginny said, nudging Hermione's side.
"I like to keep my energy up," Hermione replied primly, but her lips twitched into a smile.
Ginny leaned in closer, her voice dropping just enough to send a thrill through Hermione. "You're cute when you're pretending to be serious, you know."
Hermione's breath hitched, but before she could respond, Luna chimed in. "Did you know chocolate is said to open your heart chakra? It's wonderful for intimacy and trust."
Hermione flushed even deeper, fumbling with her bag of sweets as Ginny laughed.
As they left Honeydukes, Hermione spotted a familiar figure slipping out of The Three Broomsticks across the street. Draco Malfoy. His pale hair gleamed in the sunlight, and his movements were quick, almost furtive.
"Look," Hermione murmured, nodding toward him.
Ginny narrowed her eyes. "What's he up to?"
"I don't know," Hermione said. "But Harry will want to hear about this."
Luna tilted her head thoughtfully. "He does look like he's hiding something, doesn't he? Maybe he's meeting a snow nymph."
Ginny snorted. "Or he's just being his usual slimy self."
Hermione filed the sighting away for later.
They crossed the street and stepped into The Three Broomsticks, the pub warm and lively with the chatter of students and villagers. Hermione spotted a corner booth and guided the others toward it, sinking gratefully into the seat.
Madam Rosmerta arrived moments later, her tray balanced effortlessly as she took their order.
"Three butterbeers, please," Hermione said.
"Right away, dear," Madam Rosmerta said with a smile, her blonde curls bouncing as she moved toward the bar.
Ginny leaned back in her seat, her eyes scanning the room. "Do you think Malfoy was meeting someone here?"
"Maybe," Hermione said, sipping her butterbeer when it arrived. The warmth spread through her, chasing away the lingering cold.
Luna cupped her mug between her hands, her expression serene. "Whatever he's doing, it's probably not good. But you'll figure it out, Hermione. You always do."
Ginny smirked. "That's true. If anyone can outwit Malfoy, it's you."
Hermione smiled despite herself, their words a small comfort amidst the chaos in her mind.
As the afternoon wore on, Hermione found herself relaxing, the warmth of the pub and the easy companionship of Ginny and Luna dulling her usual tension. They shared stories, laughed over old memories, and made plans to return to the castle before dark.
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As the carriage door closed with a soft thud, Hermione settled onto the plush seat, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of Malfoy's suspicious behavior. The gentle rocking of the carriage as it began its journey back to Hogwarts from Hogsmeade did little to distract her from her musings.
Suddenly, a warm hand pressed against her crotch, causing Hermione to gasp in surprise. Her eyes darted across the carriage to meet Ginny's mischievous gaze. The redhead's lips curved into a wicked smile, her eyes glinting with playful desire.
"You seem awfully distracted, Hermione," Luna's dreamy voice floated through the air. "Perhaps you need some... relief?"
Hermione's breath caught in her throat as she glanced between her two friends. "B-but... the others might hear," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of excitement and apprehension.
Ginny's grin widened. "Then you'd better be quiet, hadn't you?" she purred, her voice thick with lust.
Before Hermione could respond, Ginny and Luna gracefully slid to their knees before her. With practiced ease, they reached for her skirt, pushing it up her thighs. Hermione's heart raced as she felt their fingers hook into the waistband of her underwear, tugging it down in one swift motion.
Her nine-inch cock sprang free, already half-hard from the anticipation. Hermione couldn't help but let out a soft moan as the cool air of the carriage caressed her sensitive flesh.
Ginny and Luna exchanged a look of delight before wrapping their hands around Hermione's impressive length. They began a slow, teasing handjob, their fingers dancing along her shaft with expert precision.
"Mmm," Luna hummed, her silver eyes fixed on Hermione's flushed face. "Tell me, Hermione... did you fuck Professor Sinistra three days ago?"
Ginny's eyes widened in shock and glee. "You fucked a professor?!" she exclaimed in a hushed whisper, her voice dripping with excitement. "Oh, Hermione, you naughty girl. How did it feel?"
Before Hermione could stammer out a response, Ginny leaned forward and took the head of Hermione's cock into her warm, wet mouth. Hermione bit her lip to stifle a groan, her hips instinctively bucking forward.
Luna, not to be outdone, began peppering kisses along the exposed shaft of Hermione's cock. Her soft lips trailed along the sensitive skin, sending shivers of pleasure up Hermione's spine.
"I... oh Merlin," Hermione gasped, her fingers tangling in Ginny's fiery red hair. "It was... incredible. Professor Sinistra is so... experienced."
Ginny hummed around Hermione's cock, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through her body. She pulled back with a wet 'pop', her lips glistening with saliva. "Tell us more," she urged, her hand continuing to stroke Hermione's shaft as Luna lavished attention on her balls.
Hermione's head fell back against the seat, her eyes fluttering closed as she lost herself in the sensations and the memory. "She... straddle my lap, and drove me mad," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Said she'd been watching me for weeks, waiting for the right moment."
Luna's tongue swirled around the base of Hermione's cock, eliciting a shudder from the brunette. "Did she take all of you?" Luna asked, her dreamy voice tinged with curiosity and arousal.
"N-not at first," Hermione panted, her hips rocking gently into Ginny's mouth as the redhead resumed her oral ministrations. "But by the end... oh gods, by the end she was begging for every inch."
Ginny moaned around Hermione's cock, clearly turned on by the vivid description. She bobbed her head faster, taking more of Hermione's impressive length into her mouth with each downward motion.
Luna's hand replaced Ginny's on Hermione's shaft, pumping in time with Ginny's movements. "Did you cum inside her?" she asked, her silver eyes dark with lust.
Hermione nodded frantically, her breathing becoming more labored as the pleasure built within her. "Y-yes," she gasped. "She... she demanded it. Said she wanted to feel my cum dripping down her thighs for the rest of the day."
Ginny pulled back, her lips swollen and her cheeks flushed. "Fuck, Hermione," she breathed. "That's so hot. I bet you filled her up good, didn't you?"
Before Hermione could respond, Luna took over, engulfing the head of Hermione's cock in her warm mouth. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive tip, gathering the precum that had begun to bead there.
"She did," Luna said, pulling back for a moment. "Hermione always cums so much. It's delicious."
Ginny grinned wickedly. "Well then, we'd better not waste a drop, should we?" She leaned in, her tongue joining Luna's as they licked and sucked at Hermione's throbbing member.
Hermione's hands gripped the edge of the seat, her knuckles turning white as she fought to keep her moans quiet. The sight of her two friends working together to pleasure her, combined with the memory of her encounter with Professor Sinistra, was quickly pushing her towards the edge.
"I'm... I'm close," she warned, her voice strained.
Ginny and Luna redoubled their efforts, their tongues dancing along Hermione's shaft as their hands worked in tandem. Ginny's fingers massaged Hermione's balls while Luna pumped the base of her cock.
"Cum for us, Hermione," Ginny purred. "Let us taste you."
With a muffled cry, Hermione's hips bucked forward as her orgasm crashed over her. Her cock pulsed powerfully, shooting thick ropes of cum into Luna's waiting mouth. Luna's eyes widened in delight as she struggled to swallow the copious amount of Hermione's release.
As cum began to overflow from Luna's lips, Ginny eagerly lapped it up, moaning at the taste. The two girls continued to milk Hermione's cock, coaxing every last drop from her.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of bliss, Hermione's orgasm subsided. She slumped back against the seat, panting heavily, her cock still twitching between Ginny and Luna's cum-covered lips.
"Merlin's beard," Ginny breathed, licking her lips clean. "That was even more than usual, Hermione. I think talking about Professor Sinistra really got you going."
Luna nodded in agreement, a dreamy smile on her face as she swallowed the last of Hermione's cum. "It was delightful," she sighed contentedly. "We should do this more often."
Hermione couldn't help but chuckle breathlessly. "You two are insatiable," she murmured fondly, reaching down to gently caress their cheeks.
As Ginny and Luna helped Hermione tuck her softening cock back into her underwear and straighten her skirt, the sound of voices outside the carriage reminded them of their surroundings. They quickly returned to their seats, arranging themselves to look as innocent as possible.
Just as they settled, the carriage door slid open, revealing Ron and Harry. The boys paused, taking in the flushed faces and slightly disheveled appearances of the three girls.
"Everything alright in here?" Harry asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.
Ginny, ever the quick thinker, flashed her brother and Harry a bright smile. "Oh, just fine," she said breezily. "We were just having a rather... heated discussion about our latest Transfiguration assignment."
Ron shrugged, apparently satisfied with the explanation. "Right then. Mind if we join you for the rest of the ride?"
