[ Hermione knows very well that the personal tutoring and the incredible lessons that Harry and Remus had in their third year had shaped at least part of his love of the subject, there's no denying that. It's not as though Gildeory or Umbridge had much in the way of inspiration running through their veins, after all, and even she had loved the more adventurous means of teaching, even if she had figured out Remus' secret almost too quickly.

She had kept it, though, and she would continue to keep it. She loved him, cared for him, and she would never let anything harm him. ]

Oh, the amount of times I watched Harry get hit around or fall off his broom... It was a nightmare. At least Harry was clever enough not to try and show off too much - there's only so much you can do when you're watching and not up there with him.

[ She huffs a noise, shaking her head. ]

I can only imagine. Boys are idiots when they fancy someone. [ Um. ] Excluding current company, of course.