...no matter how long it took.
"Hello Hermione," Cho greeted, passing her work station.
"Hi Cho. How's it coming on your end?"
"Slowly. It's not right yet, but we are making progress." She leaned on the table, her lab robes protecting her arms. "I heard you were going on holiday?"
"Oh, yes! We're leaving tomorrow."
"Where are you going?"
"The warmest, sunniest beach we can find."
"That sounds lovely."
"It's so exciting!"
"We're really going to miss you here; the work load's bound to double." She grinned, leaning in closer. "Who's all going? The whole Weasley clan?"
"No, no. Just Harry, Ron, and I."
"Really? I'm surprised you aren't trying to get away from them. I can't imagine sharing a flat with two boys."
"I can't imagine a flat without them."
"No, I suppose not. Look, I just think you should know what people say about you; living with two men."
"It's not like that. Honestly," Hermione huffed, "The things people will invent just for a little gossip."
"Well, you did date Weasley, after all."
"Yes, and it was splendid when we weren't screaming at each other, which wasn't often."
"What about him?" She heard the defensiveness in her voice and didn't care.
"Oh come on, the two of you have hooked up before."
"We have not," she retorted, getting angry with Cho.
"He's been in love with you since you were fifteen. In m...