"Herminoe dear, can you bring me those dishes?", Mrs. Weasley asked, scrubbing her plate. "Of course.", Hermione responded, grabbing the plates off of the table. As she set them down, she let her hand brush Mrs. Weasley's forearm, lingering momentarily. An exploratory gesture. Her head swam with the possibilities.
Weasley? Everyone with red hair is a terrible dunce. owait. you and all.
Mrs. Weasley stopped, noticing the crack in the door to Hermione's bedroom, where Hermione was undressing...
Bantam EDIT: Now I see. I was confused when your name was Bantam and the avatar was still that creepy elf looking guy.
