...st really effective at what it did." She was sporting an embarrassed, but mostly because this just wasn't something people normally talked about. "I think I'll call it a day." She admitted.
"Alright. Do you think you could teach me Muggle maths sometime? A friend of Remus' told me it helps immensely when trying to learn Arithmancy." Harry asked as he hopped up, not bothering to hide the bulge in his slacks.
Hermione saw it, but didn't comment, since she knew exactly what caused it and was rather proud of herself for it. "Sure, I can start tutoring you every night for the last half hour before curfew, if you'd like?" She replied, rubbing her sore arm. She'd never practised spell casting for that long before.
"Sounds good." He replied.
They left the room and had been walking for a few minutes when Harry noticed she was still rubbing her hand and shoulder. He was walking on her right side so he simply held out his hand and said, "Here, give me your hand. I can help with that."
She placed her hand in his without question, palm up. Harry fished out a bottle of what looked like oil from his pocket. Hermione asked the obvious question. "Why are you carrying around massage oil in your pocket?"
Harry looked at her like she was crazy, "You mean other people don't?" He asked...