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“Hermione are you all right?” A familiar voice followed by a gentle push awoke her.
“Oh my God, was I sleeping?” She asked nervously, the book she had been reading still clutched in her hands. “Neville? What are you doing here?” She asked trying to stifle a yawn and covering it with the back of her hand.
“I thought I recognized you so I came into the store.”
“Yes, but what are you doing here?” She insisted in that determined way she had, always seeking the answer.
“Luke and I are here for the Quidditch Cup, we’re staying at the Leaky Cauldron and … well, we thought we’d look around a bit since I had to owl my Gran to let her know I’m all right,” He said as a matter of fact.
“I’m here for the match too,” she said brightly, yawning again. “I’m sorry. I came here to look at some books. I found one and there was this comfortable chair and I guess … I thought I was in the Common Room and I must’ve fallen asleep.
Neville smiled at her. She looked lovely. But in her sleep he could have sworn she had been muttering something like “Honestly Ronald.” Whatever could that possibly mean?
“Want to get some ice cream? It’s nice and warm outside.”
“But it’s raining in London.”
“Well the Leaky Cauldron isn’t exactly in London is it?” Neville answered and held out his hand for her to take. 
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