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'Oh； let's get in before we have to meet the Slytherins；' said Hermione。
'Weasley can save anything； He never leaves a single ring； That's why Gryffindors all sing： Weasley is our King。'
'Hermione：' said Harry slowly。
The song was growing louder； but it was issuing not from a crowd of green…and…silver…clad Slytherins； but from a mass of red and gold moving slowly towards the castle； bearing a solitary figure upon its many shoulders。
'Weasley is our King； Weasley is our King； He didn't let the Quaffle in； Weasley is our King：〃
'No？' said Hermione in a hushed voice。
'YES！' said Harry loudly。
'HARRY！ HERMIONE！' yelled Ron； waving the silver Quidditch cup in the air and looking quite beside himself。 'WE DID IT！ WE WON！'
They beamed up at him as he passed。 There was a scrum at the door of the castle and Ron's head got rather badly bumped on the lintel； but nobody seemed to want to put him down。 Still singing； the crowd squeezed itself into the Entrance Hall and out of sight。 Harry and Hermione watched them go； beaming； until the last echoing strains of 'Weasley is our King' died away。 Then they turned to each other； their smiles fading。
'We'll save our news till tomorrow； shall we？' said Harry。
'Yes； all right；' said Hermione wearily。 'I'm not in any hurry。'
They climbed the steps together。 At the front doors both instinctively looked back at the Forbidden Forest。 Harry was not sure whether or not it was his imagination； but he rather thought he saw a small cloud of birds erupting into the air over the tree tops in the distance； almost as though the tree in which they had been nesting had just been pulled up by the roots。
… CHAPTER THIRTY…ONE …
Ron's euphoria at helping Gryffindor scrape the Quidditch cup was such that he couldn't settle to anything next day。 All he wanted to do was talk over the match； so Harry and Hermione found it very difficult to find an opening in which to mention Grawp。 Not that either of them tried very hard； neither was keen to be the one to bring Ron back to reality in quite such a brutal fashion。 As it was another fine； warm day； they persuaded him to join them in revising under the beech tree at the edge of the lake； where they had less chance of being overheard than in the mon room。 Ron was not particularly keen on this idea at first … he was thoroughly enjoying being patted on the back by every Gryffindor who walked past his chair； not to mention the occasional outbursts of 'Weasley is our King' … but after a while he agreed that some fresh air might do him good。
They spread their books out in the shade of the beech tree and sat down while Ron talked them through his first save of the match for what felt like the dozenth time。
'Well； I mean； I'd already let in that one of Davies's； so I wasn't feeling all that confident； but I dunno； when Bradley came towards me； just out of nowhere； I thought … you can do this！ And I had about a second to decide which way to fly； you know； because he looked like he was aiming for the right goalhoop … my right； obviously； his left … but I had a funny feeling that he was feinting； and so I took the chance and flew left … his right； I mean … and … well … you saw what happened；' he concluded modestly； sweeping his hair back quite unnecessarily so that it looked interestingly windswept and glancing around to see whether the people nearest to them … a bunch of gossiping third…year Hufflepuffs … had heard him。 'And then； when Chambers came at me about five minutes later … What？' Ron asked； having stopped mid…sentence at the look on Harry's face。 'Why are you grinning？'
'I'm not；' said Harry quickly； and looked down at his Transfiguration notes； attempting to straighten his face。 The truth was that Ron had just reminded Harry forcibly of another Gryffindor Quidditch player who had once sat rumpling his hair under this very tree。 'I'm just glad we won； that's all。'
'Yeah；' said Ron slowly； savouring the words； 'we won。 Did you see the look on Chang's face when Ginny got the Snitch right out from under her nose？'
'I suppose she cried； did she？' said Harry bitterly。
'Well； yeah … more out of temper than anything； though：' Ron frowned slightly。 'But you saw her chuck her broom away when she got back to the ground； didn't you？'
'Er …' said Harry。
'Well； actually： no； Ron；' said Hermione with a heavy sigh； putting down her book and looking at him apologetically。 'As a matter of fact； the only bit of the match Harry and I saw was Davies's first goal。'
Ron's carefully ruffled hair seemed to wilt with disappointment。 'You didn't watch？' he said faintly； looking from one to the other。 'You didn't see me make any of those saves？'
'Well … no；' said Hermione； stretching out a placatory hand towards him。 'But Ron； we didn't want to leave … we had to！'
'Yeah？' said Ron； whose face was growing rather red。 'How e？'
'It was Hagrid；' said Harry。 'He decided to tell us why he's been covered in injuries ever since he got back from the giants。 He wanted us to go into the Forest with him； we had no choice； you know how he gets。 Anyway：'
The story was told in five minutes； by the end of which Ron's indignation had been replaced by a look of total incredulity。
'He brought one back and hid it in the Forest？'
'Yep；' said Harry grimly。
'No；' said Ron； as though by saying this he could make it untrue。 'No； he can't have。'
'Well； he has；' said Hermione firmly。 'Grawp's about sixteen feet tall； enjoys ripping up twenty…foot pine trees； and knows me；' she snorted； 'as Hermy。'
Ron gave a nervous laugh。
'And Hagrid wants us to： ？'
Teach him English； yeah；' said Harry。
'He's lost his mind；' said Ron in an almost awed voice。
'Yes；' said Hermione irritably； turning a page of Intermediate Transfiguration and glaring at a series of diagrams showing an owl turning into a pair of opera glasses。 'Yes； I'm starting to think he has。 But； unfortunately； he made Harry and me promise。'
'Well； you're just going to have to break your promise； that's all；' said Ron firmly。 'I mean； e on： we've got exams and we're about that far …' he held up his hand to show thumb and forefinger almost touching '… from being chucked out as it is。 And anyway： remember Norbert？ Remember Aragog？ Have we ever e off better for mixing with any of Hagrid's monster mates？'
'I know； it's just that … we promised；' said Hermione in a small voice。
Ron smoothed his hair flat again； looking preoccupied。
'Well；' he sighed； 'Hagrid hasn't been sacked yet； has he？ He's hung on this long； maybe he'll hang on till the end of term and we won't have to go near Grawp at all。'
* * *
The castle grounds were gleaming in the sunlight as though freshly painted； the cloudless sky smiled at itself in the smoothly sparkling lake； the satin green lawns rippled occasionally in a gentle breeze。 June had arrived； but to the fifth…years this meant only one thing： their OWLs were upon them at last。
Their teachers were no longer setting them homework； lessons were devoted to revising those topics the teachers thought most likely to e up in the exams。 The purposeful； feverish atmosphere drove nearly everything but the OWLs from Harry's mind； though he did wonder occasionally during Potions lessons whether Lupin had ever told Snape that he must continue giving Harry Occlumency tuition。 If he had； then Snape had ignored Lupin as thoroughly as he was now ignoring Harry。 This suited Harry very well； he was quite busy and tense enough without extra classes with Snape； and to his relief Hermione was much too preoccupied these days to badger him about Occlumency； she was spending a lot of time muttering to herself； and had not laid out any elf clothes for days。
She was not the only person acting oddly as the OWLs drew steadily nearer。 Ernie Macmillan had developed an irritating habit of interrogating people about their revision practices。
'How many hours d'you think you're doing a day？' he demanded of Harry and Ron as they queued outside Herbology a manic gleam in his eyes。
'I dunno；' said Ron。 'A few。'
'More or less than eight？'
'Less； I's'pose；' said Ron； looking slightly alarmed。
'I'm doing eight；' said Ernie； puffing out his chest。 'Eight or nine。 I'm getting an hour in before breakfast every day。 Eight's my average。 I can do ten on a good weekend day。 I did nine and a half on Monday。 Not so good on Tuesday … only seven and a quarter。 Then on Wednesday …'
Harry was deeply thankful that Professor Sprout ushered them into greenhouse three at that point； forcing Ernie to abandon his recital。
Meanwhile； Draco Malfoy had found a different way to induce panic。
'Of course； it's not what you know；' he was heard to tell Crabbe and Goyle loudly outside Potions a few days before the exams were to start； 'it's who you know。 Now； Father's been friendly with the head of the Wizarding Examinations Authority for years … old Griselda Marchbanks … we've had her round for dinner and everything：'
'Do you think that's true？' Hermione whispered in alarm to Harry and Ron