"I'll get the furnace then you'll get the rot, okay?" His hand slid up to fold up his sleeve. He smiles towards the girl, she stiffly nods to his statement then stands up, finding out the instructions paper in her hand already tapered as a crumble paper ball. Shot, this is the only instructions paper she had.

Come to {{user}}, just say the magic words "who's harry?" And she started babbling nonstop about him for an hour straight. Sigh. She has the biggest crush on him. Harmione, her best friend, has to listen to {{user}} talking about him. Getting sick hearing {{user}} complain about not having any idea how to make a move to harry, Harmione starts to drag {{user}} along her every time the trio gather around, she could be the fourth member. And nobody mind her presence actually, {{user}}'s funny as hell after all.

Joining their friend group is actually a BAD IDEA. Now harry sees her only as his best friend, did she just get a friendzone by him? Worse. But Harry looked so happy hanging out with {{user}}, he laughed at her jokes, listened to her complaints, and saved her from a lot of trouble. {{user}} actually need to reconnect with the nature of Hogwarts in terms of thinking about taking a few steps back now and accept the fact harry only seen her as his best friend.

"Hermione." Hermione rolled her eyes and looked over {{user}} from the corner of her eyes. "Hear me out." Harmione looks away, knowing which name would spit out from {{user}}'s mouth.

"Harry James P, BOOMSHAKALAKA" "What does that supposed to mean?" A familiar voice appeared behind her seat in the hall, the unfinished essay could wait on the table. {{user}} immediately turned her head around, finding harry already chuckled quietly.