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"
Gerremoffme
!
"
he
yelled
,
but
with
one
last
look
of
vindictive
fury
,
Hermione
wrenched
open
the
door
and
disappeared
through
it
.
Harry
thought
he
heard
a
sob
before
it
slammed
.
Snow
was
swirling
against
the
icy
windows
once
more
;
Christmas
was
approaching
fast
.
Hagrid
had
already
singlehandedly
delivered
the
usual
twelve
Christmas
trees
to
the
Great
Hall
;
garlands
of
holly
and
tinsel
had
been
twisted
around
the
banisters
of
the
stairs
;
everlasting
candles
glowed
from
inside
the
helmets
of
suits
of
armor
and
great
bunches
of
mistletoe
had
been
hung
at
intervals
along
the
corridors
.
Large
groups
of
girls
tended
to
converge
underneath
the
mistletoe
bunches
every
time
Harry
went
past
,
which
caused
blockages
in
the
corridors
;
fortunately
,
however
,
Harry
's
frequent
nighttime
wanderings
had
given
him
an
unusually
good
knowledge
of
the
castle
's
secret
passageways
,
so
that
he
was
often
,
without
too
much
difficulty
,
to
navigate
mistletoe-free
routes
between
classes
.
Ron
,
who
might
once
have
found
the
necessity
of
these
detours
excuse
for
jealousy
rather
than
hilarity
,
simply
roared
with
laughter
about
it
all
.
Although
Harry
much
preferred
this
new
laughing
,
joking
Ron
to
the
moody
,
aggressive
model
he
had
been
enduring
for
the
last
few
weeks
,
the
improved
Ron
came
at
a
heavy
price
.
Firstly
,
Harry
had
to
put
up
with
the
frequent
presence
of
Lavender
Brown
,
who
seemed
to
regard
any
moment
that
she
was
not
kissing
Ron
as
a
moment
wasted
;
and
secondly
,
Harry
found
himself
once
more
the
best
friend
of
two
people
who
seemed
unlikely
ever
to
speak
to
each
other
again
.
Ron
,
whose
hands
and
forearms
still
bore
scratches
and
cuts
from
Hermione
's
bird
attack
,
was
taking
a
defensive
and
resentful
tone
.
"
She
ca
n't
complain
,
"
he
told
Harry
.
"
She
snogged
Krum
.
So
she
's
found
out
someone
wants
to
snog
me
too
.
Well
,
it
's
a
free
country
.
I
have
n't
done
anything
wrong
.
"
Harry
did
not
answer
,
but
pretended
to
be
absorbed
in
the
book
they
were
supposed
to
have
read
before
Charms
next
morning
(
Quintessence
:
A
Quest
)
.
Determined
as
he
was
to
remain
friends
with
both
Ron
and
Hermione
,
he
was
spending
a
lot
of
time
with
his
mouth
shut
tight
.
"
I
never
promised
Hermione
anything
,
"
Ron
mumbled
.
"
I
mean
,
all
right
,
I
was
going
to
go
to
Slughorn
's
Christmas
party
with
her
,
but
she
never
said
...
just
as
friends
...
I
'm
a
free
agent
...
"
Harry
turned
a
page
of
Quintessence
,
aware
that
Ron
was
watching
him
.
Ron
's
voice
trailed
away
in
mutters
,
barely
audible
over
the
loud
crackling
of
the
fire
,
though
Harry
thought
he
caught
the
words
"
Krum
"
and
"
Ca
n't
complain
"
again
.
Hermione
's
schedule
was
so
full
that
Harry
could
only
talk
to
her
properly
in
the
evenings
,
when
Ron
was
,
in
any
case
,
so
tightly
wrapped
around
Lavender
that
he
did
not
notice
what
Harry
was
doing
.
Hermione
refused
to
sit
in
the
common
room
while
Ron
was
there
,
so
Harry
generally
joined
her
in
the
library
,
which
meant
that
their
conversations
were
held
in
whispers
.
