Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could a Little Hufflepuff Have?

"Can we talk?"

Black decided to pretend he hadn't heard Hermione say she wanted to rest.

He kept trying.

"Maybe not... I... I'm a little tired," Hermione replied.

Black said helplessly, "All right, then... get some rest."

Since Hermione wasn't willing to talk right now, there really wasn't much he could do.

Just as Black turned to leave, intending to come back another time—

The door opened.

Hermione avoided his gaze.

"Come in... maybe we can... we can talk before I rest."

In the end, she couldn't bring herself to shut this bad guy out.

Besides, she felt that she should talk to Black.

Black strode into her room.

"What do you want to talk about?" Hermione asked softly, lowering her head.

"I... I saw that you didn't seem very happy just now... I wanted to ask, could it be..."

"Could it be that you found out about that..."

Black trailed off.

"What do you think I found out?"

This time, Hermione bravely looked straight into Black's eyes.

"All right... it was when I went away for several days last time. I told you and Cassandra that I was looking for alchemy materials..."

"Yes, I found out!" Hermione interrupted Black. "I found out that you lied to us..."

She looked at Black, her lips trembling.

"You actually went with Luna and the others to look for Fantastic Beasts, didn't you?"

"Actually, you didn't do anything wrong... really..."

"I'm just your friend. You have no obligation to tell me every little thing."

"But... I... I just..."

Hermione couldn't go on...

Black wasn't anyone to her. Who he went out with and where he went really wasn't something he needed to report to her.

And he had every right not to tell her the truth.

That was why she said Black hadn't