...t 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 my sixth year-"
"Enough!" She slapped her palms on the table, drawing attention from her nearby co-workers. "That is enough," she hissed. "I don't know what this is about, but I don't want to hear anymore. Thank you for your...concern, but I don't care for gossiping."
"So I heard," Harry draped an arm across her shoulders, "that we're an item." He wiggled his eyebrows at her in a very twin-like manner.
"It's the three of us, the way I heard it." She leaned against him on the couch.
"Count me out," Ron said, chewing a cucumber with his mouth open. "We're dangerous together,"...