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༺ 46 - ( friendship ) breakups.

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| ( FRIENDSHIP ) BREAKUPS |
"He can carry on being an arse and he'll get a punch like Draco did."

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THERE WAS NO MENTION OF HARRY GIVING Defence Against the Dark Arts classes from Hermione for the next two weeks, after the reaction he'd previously had. And, finally, Harry's and Alora's detentions were finally over ( for once she didn't make Alora do extra ).

Although the scars of who she was, who she came from were still etched on her hand.

And it wasn't that she was ashamed of having Sirius as her father, for all she knew, she embraced it, but not her name. 'Black'. So hated among the Wizarding World --- unless you were some maniac ready to enter Azkaban when they were old enough to commit such felony, then you'd appreciate your blood name. Not when you were some teenage girl trying to fix her reputation despite it's scarred past.

The subject was only broached on again at the end of September, when the four of them were sitting in the library, looking up potion ingredients for Snape.

"I was wondering," Hermione broke the short silence, "whether you'd thought any more about Defence Against the Dark Arts, Harry."

"Course I have," Harry groaned grumpily. "can't forget it, can we, with that hag teaching us---"

"I meant the idea Ron and I had---" Ron cast her a mixture of an alarmed, threatening look. He made a quick eye contact with an anxious looking Alora. "---Oh, all right, the idea I had, then --- about you teaching us."

Harry did not answer immediately, he pretended to be perusing a page of Asiatic Anti-Venoms, because he did not want to say what was on his mind --- Alora casted him a short look, and nudged him a little to give Hermione some sort of answer, she didn't care if it was negative, the paused silence was making her cringe.

Harry looked at Alora, and he felt that he needed to answer --- on her sake. And, he wasn't sure why, because she wasn't the one facing the problem that he'd thought greatly of over the past fortnight.

He'd love to help out others, but the thought of teaching the spells that were being used when he was almost being killed, multiple times didn't go unrecognised.

"Well," he drew unhurriedly, when he could no longer pretend Asiatic Anti-Venoms was interesting, "yeah, I --- I've thought about it a bit."

"And?" inquired Hermione eagerly.

"I dunno," spoke Harry, playing for time. He looked up at Ron.

"I thought it was a good idea from the start," Ron began, who seemed keener to join in on the conversation now that he was sure Harry wasn't going to lose his temper again.

Harry shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "You did listen to what I said about a load of it being luck, didn't you?"

"Yes, Harry," Hermione nodded gently, "but all the same, there's no point pretending you're no good at Defence Against the Dark Arts, because you are. You can produce a Patronus completely, you can do all sorts of stuff that full-grown wizards can't, Viktor always said---"

Ron looked round at her so quickly that he appeared to jar his neck. Whilst rubbing it, he said, "Yeah? What did Vicky say?"

Not now, Ron. Alora thought.