Harry's flirting had no effect on Hermione whatsoever.
There was no helping it. Just as Harry and Ron still subconsciously treated Hermione like one of the boys, even after realizing how pretty she was, Hermione could not feel anything special for these two all-too-familiar fellows either.
But when Harry changed the subject and asked whether they had made any progress, Hermione could only hem and haw.
She, Ginny, and a few other lonely singles (insert smirking face here) who were more interested in the Triwizard Tournament than the two Champions had spent almost the entire day researching, but they still had no leads.
Harry and Ron were not disappointed. After all, they had made no progress for a week, so the chances of making some over this particular weekend were not very high.
That night, Harry got up at midnight and waited in front of the fireplace in the Common Room.
Before long, the flames in the fireplace suddenly flared, and Black's figure appeared within them.
"Harry?" Seeing Harry waiting in front of the fireplace as promised, Sirius greeted him happily.
While in Hogsmeade that day, Harry had sent Black an owl, asking to chat through the fireplace that night.
He had been a little worried that Black might have plans with Professor Babbling that evening, but apparently not. Harry and the others had run into Professor Babbling in the Castle at dinnertime...
"Hi, Sirius. I thought you'd be having dinner with Professor Babbling." Harry got his teasing in first. He knew that if he did not beat him to it, Sirius would tease him about Qiu!
Sure enough, Sirius, who had already opened his mouth, faltered, then smiled sheepishly. "Harry, you didn't ask me to come and see you in the middle of the night just to talk about