During their free time after lunch, Harley looked over her afternoon schedule.
"We have one more Defense Against the Dark Arts class with Uncle Remus this afternoon. After that, we're done for the day."
"That's wonderful," Hermione said listlessly. Her schoolbag beside her was stuffed full of books.
Earlier, Hermione had gone to the bathroom. When she came back, she'd looked like she was half dead.
If Harley hadn't known the truth, she might have suspected Hermione had been up to something unspeakable.
"You had two classes this morning again?" Harley casually pulled Hermione's schedule out of her schoolbag.
"Yeah, Potions Class and Muggle Studies. I'm exhausted."
"But don't ask me how I can take two classes at the same time. I promised Professor McGonagall I wouldn't tell anyone."
Hermione forced herself to take a bite of kidney pie to make sure she'd have enough energy for the afternoon, and mumbled indistinctly as she chewed.
"It's fine. I won't pry." Harley smiled and ruffled Hermione's head, running her fingers through her bushy hair.
"I've already figured out most of the truth."
"Huh?" Hermione had swallowed the pie by then. She was lying on the table, staring blankly at the remaining pie.
At Harley's words, she turned her head to look at Harley in shock, meeting her amused gaze.
"It has something to do with time, doesn't it? You probably got a time-traveling magical object from Professor McGonagall, which lets you take two classes at the same time."
"Am I right, silly Miss Granger?"
Harley went on, her hand wandering down to pinch Hermione's cheek.
Hermione slapped away Harley's mischievous hand, suddenly seeming much more alert. "How did you know? I didn't say anything!"
"Shh, it's a secret!" Harley said playfully, raising a finger and wagging it.
Hermione rubbed her forehead