“Come on, Draco, hurry up! You know how Hermione gets when we’re late,” Harry called up the stairs.
“Yeah, I know, she has zero tolerance for tardiness, and even less for our lame excuses,” Draco answered, shutting their bedroom door before making his way to the stairs. “You’d think she’d learn to lighten up at some point.”
“She just gets nervous when she’s the one hosting the parties,” Harry explained. “Normally she’s not that bad, you know that.”
“The words ‘normal’ and ‘Hermione’ don’t go in the same sentence,” Draco muttered. Harry just grinned.
“Come on, we need to get going. Or do you want to explain to her why we’re late?”
“Not a chance in hell,” Draco declared. He grabbed Harry’s arm and headed for the fireplace. “What are we waiting for? Let’s go!”