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"I'm surprised that you don't ship Jo with the intellectual."
Hermione blushed and turned away from Harry to look at the copy of Little Women in her lap. "There's something to be said about being in love with your best friend."
Harry's voice was warm and vaguely teasing. "That there is."
And because Gryffindors charge forward, she added, "And maybe there's something about Laurie's unruly black hair."
"I always did think Laurie should have ended up with the fun bookworm."
Hermione smirked and looked back to Harry. "Fun?"
His eyes twinkled as he reached over to squeeze her hand. "Fun."
