“Morning, Hermione. Where were you last night?”

“None of your business.” She grinned at him.

“What?” He looked puzzled.

“Hey, Harry. She say where she was last night?”

“Morning, Ron. It’s none of your business, either.”

“Huh? Where were you?”

“Not telling.”

“Oh, come on! You can tell us; we’re your best friends!”

“Oh?”

“Honest, Hermione. So where were you?”

She shrugged. “In the dungeons.”

“Why on earth—? What about Snape?”

“Oh, you’ve learned my secret. I’m having a passionate affair with the Potions Master.”

Pause.

Ron scowled. “Fine, then. Don’t tell us.”

Harry turned away. “Ask a silly question…”