"Come on, Hermione, it's my birthday today!"
Ron said indignantly,
"And you completely forgot about it. Even after Harry reminded you, your first reaction was to take some worthless title from your 'S.P.E.W.' society and give it to me as a birthday present!"
"It's the Society for the Protection of House-Elf Rights, Ron. What do you mean, a worthless title? It was because I trusted you that I gave you the important position of Head of External Relations-"
Hermione corrected him sternly, but after meeting Ron's wide-eyed stare, she immediately lost her confidence.
"All right, I'm sorry. I admit I've been a little too caught up in house-elf matters lately... um, I think I ought to make it up to you.
"How about this? When I draw up my revision timetable for the finals, I'll make one for you-for both of you, too. Oh, Harry! Hurry up!"
"Oh, coming, I heard you-Hermione, you're wonderful!"
Harry had changed out of his Quidditch practice kit into plain robes. Just as he came down the dormitory stairs, he heard this good news and said happily,
"With your revision timetable, passing the finals definitely won't be a problem!"
The finals were drawing closer, and so was the final Quidditch match, which suddenly left him feeling a little at sea. Just look at that: arranging his time sensibly actually required a great deal of time. That made no sense at all!
"-All right, that's true."
Ron muttered, then remembered Hermione's densely packed schedule and said with some concern, "But your timetable could count as either a present or a punishment. Hermione, will you remember to put time for fun and relaxation on ours?"
"Fun? Ha-of course not, but you certainly won't wear yourselves out."
Hermione said with complete confidence,
"If you want a rest, you'll