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Chapter Twenty One - Lunchtime It Is...

Indie could actually bring herself to do any homework when she got back to the common room that night. Of course, there was the chirping Hermione in her ear;
"...you know, you really ought to keep on top of your work, I'm not always going to be here to help, you know..."
It almost gave her a headache, the way she would go on...and on....and ON!
But, what Hermione failed (that's right, FAILED!) to comprehend, was the fact that even if she didn't want to tell Indie, she still had her ways. Oh, how forgetful people could be!
"Hermione, I'd love to accompany you to discuss the history of Goblin Rights," she said, her sarcasm as believable as a ginger Ron, "but I'd much prefer my throbbing head on a pillow."
Plodding clumsily up the stairs, Indie could feel her eyes nearly at a close before she'd even reached the dormitory door.
"Indie!"
Oh god, what now!?
"Oh, hey there, Harry!"
Suddenly, she sounded more awake than she'd been that whole day. Although, she wasn't too sure why; last time she checked she wanted to kick Harry in the...backside.
"Hi," he said, stopping on the same step as Indie, even though his dormitory was further around the spiral stairs.
"Look," he began, "I just wanted to say that, it kind of felt like...kind of if you might be...well, you know it sort of seemed like..."
Oh, for God's sake, this could go on forever!
"Harry," Indie interrupted, his stuttering and stammering pausing as he looked up from his hands to her, "spit it out mate!"
He laughed nervously.
"Oh, right, erm..."
Indie was growing impatient, and her mind wasn't always constrained when she was cranky, and she worked out - a lot quicker, might it be known - what he was trying to say.
"Harry, I was never mad at you," she said, "I just thought you'd be able to realise that there are things I know about people that others don't. Even though they don't even realise I know."
How could she explain this, to a fifteen year old boy no less!
However, Harry seemed to understand...marginly.
"Okay, well, that's good, I guess, erm..."
"Oh, for crying out loud Harry!" Indie exclaimed, "Just say what you want to say already! Because I'm sure you'd much rather tell me than me finding out myself."
Considering for a moment, Harry blinked at her a few times before nodding.
"Yeah, that's probably true," he said, laughing.
Laughing also, Indie shook her head lightly, her blonde hair falling over her shoulder.
"Well, erm...what I did want to say was..."
Indie's heart began to beat a little faster, not that she was expecting anything significant...much...
"Yes?"
She wanted badly to let her mind go, know EXACTLY what he was going to say, but she knew that would ruin it. Particularly if he never built up the courage.
"Erm..." he hesitated, before speaking his next words extremely fast, "YouknowhowIaskedyoutomeetmeatHagrid's?"
Scoffing a little, Indie wondered how on Earth she was meant to understand tha.
"I beg yours?" she said, laughing, "All I got from that was 'Hagrid's'!"
"Yes, erm..."
This time, he chose to speak at human speed, not gibberish speed.
"You know how I asked you to meet me at Hagrid's?"
Indie nodded slowly, that flutter in her stomach back again.
"Well, erm...perhaps you could meet me there tomorrow, instead. Say, lunchtime?"
Nodding again, this time a little faster, Indie couldn't help but smile. It wasn't a regular smile though, it was one of those gimpy show-every-tooth-including-your-wisdoms smiles. But, either way, Harry returned the favor in a similar, gimpy fashion.
Although, she wasn't sure whether her face matched her gut. She still had the butterflies, but they'd sunk a little. They weren't as graceful as before...
However, before Harry left to go to his dormitory, Indie managed to muster up a few words, no matter how stupid she thought they'd sound.

"Lunchtime it is..."