When Hermione worked, the world around her disappeared. And sometimes, she could be very cranky when interrupted. So when a memo landed on her desk, her first thought was this better be good.
Are you busy? I need your help. It’s not work.—Harry
Wondering what Harry needed at work that wasn’t work, she sent back a quick note: I suppose I have a few minutes. Come down here.—Hermione.
When he showed up, Hermione produced a little container of cookies and offered one. Harry took one with a nervous smile and sat down. “I feel like I’m back in McGonagall’s office. Complete with the treats.”
She shrugged. “I just really like my lemon-coconut-cocoa cookie bars, and no bakery I’ve ever found sells them.”
He smiled and took a bite, seemingly in no rush to say what he came for.
“Harry, I have work to do. What?”
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