The students all jumped up and moved towards the door quickly before homework could be given out.
Hermione tried to call them back, but they were gone.
�Oh well.� She went over to her desk and gathered up her notes. Harry helped and glanced at some of the notes he retrieved.
�You wrote notes about me?� he asked incredulously.
The woman snatched the piece of parchment from him.
�Bugger off.�
Harry gave a mock gasp, �Hermione you swore.�
�Yeah well I�m married to Weasley, what do you expect.�
�Which Weasley?�
�What do you mean, �which Weasley�? Ron of course,�
�Finally admit it did you?�
�Yes, we got together a year after we finished school, got married a year later. We tried to find you but��
�Don�t worry about it; I wouldn�t want you guys anywhere near where I was living.� Harry said, turning his back on his friend.
He heard Hermione walk up behind him, �Harry, I wouldn�t care if you were some backstreet whore. I would still love you for who you are.� When he didn�t turn around she walked around him to his face. �Harry?�
Silent tears ran down his cheeks, as Hermione pushed his chin up so he was looking into her eyes.
�Hermione I�I am a backstreet whore.� He tried to turn his back on her again, afraid of what her reaction would be, even after what she had told him a moment before. But she stopped him and pulled him into a hug.
�Harry I told you already, I don�t care what you are, it�s who you are that counts.�