'I've used it against him,' said Harry quietly. 'It saved my life in June.'
'Er - right, thanks,' said Harry, who could feel his face burning. 'And - what, Hermione?'
The Defence Association?' said Cho. 'The DA for short, so nobody knows what we're talking about?'
He awoke with a start. The candles had all been extinguished in the common room, but there was something moving close by.
'Mimbulus mimbletonia,' said Ron's voice and Harry came back to his senses just in time to clamber through the portrait hole into the common room.
'Any time, Harry Potter, sir,' said Dobby, looking delighted at Harry's enthusiasm. 'We could go now, if you like!'
'Yeah . . . I prefer your way,' said Harry, grinning, as he slipped his; Galleon into his pocket. 'I suppose the only danger with these is that we might accidentally spend them.'
These will be good when we're practising Stunning,' said Ron enthusiastically, prodding one of the cushions with his foot.
'Name it, Harry Potter, sir!'
But twenty-nil was nothing, there was still time for Gryffindor to catch up or catch the Snitch. A few goals and they would be in the lead as usual, Harry assured himself, bobbing and weaving through the other players in pursuit of something shiny that turned out to be Montague's watchstrap.
'I DID IT!' said Neville gleefully. 'I've never done it before - I DID IT!'
Midnight came and went while Harry was reading and rereading a passage about the uses of scurvy-grass, lovage and sneezewort and not taking in a word of it.
A map of Hogwarts appeared on the blank surface of the parchment. Tiny black moving dots, labelled with names, showed where various people were.
WEASLEY IS OUR KING.'
And as Lee paused to listen, the song rose loud and clear from the sea of green and silver in the Slytherin section of the stands:
There was a murmur of assent and everybody moved forwards to collect one from the basket. Harry looked sideways at Hermione.
Ron nodded but did not speak. Harry was reminded forcibly of the time Ron had accidentally put a Slug-vomiting Charm on himself; he looked just as pale and sweaty as he had done then, not to mention as reluctant to open his mouth.
'And it's Johnson - 'Johnson with the Quaffle, what a player that girl is, I've been saying it for years but she still won't go out with me - '
'THAT'S WHY SLYTHERINS ALL SING