...t him staring at her in Diagon Alley several times.
"That's-I-You're," Ron sighed. "Am I that obvious."
"Yes," Harry said.
"No," Hermione denied at the same time. "Alright, yes, a bit." Harry laughed.
"You could invite her along," Harry offered.
"Nah, that'd be a bit expectant for a first date, don't you think?"
Harry shrugged, but Hermione nodded, "A little presumptuous. But you should ask her out."
"Yeah, I will. You think she'll say yes?"
"Yes," she and Harry agreed simultaneously.
Grinning, she turned back to her papers and frowned. "I'm ready to go," Hermione complained. "No more work! Take it away."
Harry chuckled and collected all the papers spread out in front of her, tucking them in a drawer.
"Bout time," Ron grinned. "But we're not leaving until I eat dinner."
Hermione jumped up and scrambled to get the last of her stuff packed. She slid her satchel over her shoulder and paused to double check her room.
"Got everything?" Harry asked, entering her room.
"Think so. You?"
"Yup." He patted his back pocket.
"That's it? One pocket?"
"Two if you count my wand."
"Ug, you disgust me. Alright, I'm ready."
"Do you have the bikini Parvati made for you?"
"That tiny thing? No! I have my one-piece."
"You should bring it."
"Yes, it is. But I'm not. I'll look ridiculous it in."
"You've gone round the bend," he scoffed and started searching her top drawer.