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At this time, Harry and Ron burst into the common room, laughing merrily. After Quidditch practice, both were wet from the rain and sweating. Seeing them, Hermione smiled happily. Harry ruffled his hair and smiled cheerfully in response, now reminiscent of a mischievous child, and not a seventeen-year-old boy who had matured too early.

Ron set out to become the best goalkeeper and win the Quidditch Cup at all costs, and his friend, not paying attention to the time of day or the weather, helped him practice every free minute.

The redhead, on the contrary, did not smile, but frowned at his right hand and winced. Hermione quickly stood up, cast a cleaning and drying spell on both of them, and, gently taking Ron's hand, began to move her wand over it. Gradually the swelling disappeared, and after a minute the redness disappeared - the hand became its normal color. The moment the girl took Weasley's hand, his ears lit up. An outside observer would have been surprised at his embarrassment - after all, everyone knew that Ron had known this girl for a long time, so such shyness seemed strange. But Hermione couldn't even imagine Ron Weasley any other way - his embarrassment was so charming and homely.

So, you really are in love with him,” Lavender announced contentedly. Luckily for her, there were only a few people in the living room. Otherwise, within five minutes the whole of Hogwarts would be discussing Miss Brown's premature death.

Hermione growled - like Crookshanks when she pursues her next victim. Harry, who had been pestered by everyone over the last few days about the same thing, winced with displeasure, and Ron looked as if he was ready to fall into the ground right now.

Stop interfering in other people’s lives, otherwise it will end badly for you,” only a deaf person would not have heard the warning in Hermione’s voice. True, due to the fact that Harry was holding her tightly, she could not rush at Brown. The poise of the smartest witch of Hogwarts has recently evaporated in an unknown direction, because Madam Pomfrey forbade her to overwork and sit at books for more than two hours a day, while her usual “norm” is six to seven hours. Harry had to ensure compliance with the regulations - as the only person who could cope with Granger.

This isn't funny at all, Hermione! - Lavender exclaimed, making a mock pout. And then she winked slyly. She stared at her classmate, puzzled. - But so be it - I’ll leave you alone if you kiss Harry.

Ginny giggled happily. This was already a completely clumsy attempt to force two best friends to open their hearts to each other. Otherwise, until the end of time, these two stubborn people will deny to themselves and the whole world any feelings other than “platonic friendship.” Only one thing was surprising: how Brown decided to do this and why she was not afraid of Granger’s revenge.

Wait... I thought you were talking about Hermione and Ron,” Dean stared at her, puzzled, trying to understand what kind of strange game Lavender was playing.

Oh, everyone knows that this couple quarrels so much all the time, as if they were brother and sister. Haven't you ever noticed that their fights are very similar to Ron and Ginny's fights? I hope Ron isn’t interested in incest,” at the last sentence Parvati turned to Weasley, raising an eyebrow mockingly.

Beeeee, Parvati! - the answer was a friendly chorus of all those present. Ron looked as if he'd been hit over the head with a Bludger, and on top of that, he'd managed to fall off his broom. It looked so funny that the Gryffindors laughed merrily.

I don't understand why, instead of preparing for TOAD, you are doing who knows what and wasting your time spying on us! - Hermione stated, crossing her arms over her chest.

That's it! Stop being funny and wasting our time. Just kiss him! - Lavender grinned, stopping the attempt to divert the conversation.

Harry sat on the sofa next to Hermione. With one arm he hugged the girl around the waist, while throwing his head back on the back of the sofa and completely relaxing. Hermione resembled a spring, ready to release at any moment. She crossed her arms and legs, and glared at Lavender, as if trying to get her to get out of the way.

Then explain why you think Harry and Hermione are suitable for each other? - Dean asked. And Granger felt a great desire to come up and kiss him. Lavender, on the contrary, was simply outraged by such blindness and narrow-mindedness.

Have you been sleeping rough for the last few years, Thomas? - Parvati asked, looking at Dean as if he had accidentally grown a second head.

“No,” the guy answered barely audibly.

Oh, for Merlin's sake, stop it! - Hermione began irritably, but fell silent as soon as Harry stroked her arm soothingly.

Since Potter defeated Voldemort, the entire magical world has watched the hero's life with bated breath. The main thing that the public was now interested in was how long the most eligible bachelor of magical Britain would be alone, and who the beauty would be that would win his heart.

The rest of Granger's indignation simply did not notice.

You're blind, right? - Lavender asked, slowly and somewhat predatorily approaching her classmate. This time Dean thought it best not to even answer, but simply shook his head.

Then you’re stupid,” Lavender and Parvati said in one voice. And Hermione felt like banging her head against the wall.

Harry and Hermione know everything about each other, understand each other from half a word, from half a glance...

Constantly looking at each other...

Always together...

They finish each other's sentences...

They often touch each other and hug... - at the last statement, Harry stopped stroking Hermione’s hand and moved a little away from her. But Granger, who was busy inventing more and more new ways to kill this couple (if possible, so as not to end up in Azkaban later), did not even notice this.

But that's because they've been best friends since they were eleven, Ron explained to them as if they were mentally retarded.

But you are also their best friend, and you behave differently, don’t you? - Lavender asked, turning to Weasley. Dean raised his eyes to the ceiling and thanked all the gods he knew for being on his side - Brown forgot about him, and the tornado passed by. This pair of well-known Hogwarts gossips was sometimes truly intimidating. One had only to remember how cleverly they dealt with the Eaters, sending curse after curse upon them.

Yes, friend,” Ginny confirmed.

But not like Harry and Hermione. I mean - it's like they exist on the same wavelength. Sorry Ron, but sometimes you just don't fit in there.

Instead of sulking and being offended by the whole world, Weasley looked at his best friends with different eyes and saw them in a new way. His gaze only increased Harry and Hermione's irritation. Granger thought she saw gears turning in the redhead’s head, putting everything into order.

“You have to kiss,” Ron finally announced, responding with this phrase to all the words and thoughts of the conspirators. If Hermione hadn't been so angry, she would have laughed. But instead she moaned in protest:

Oh, Merlin, Ron, you're still joining this nonsense. Not you! - her face became completely unhappy. She turned to Potter, as if hoping that he could talk some sense into their friend, who for some reason was not afraid of her anger.

Oh, glad... - suddenly finding himself face to face with Hermione, Harry fell silent. He froze for a few seconds, and then leaned down and kissed her tenderly. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed how those around him widened their eyes in surprise, and instantly there was deathly silence. And only the sounds of breathing disturbed it. Here the young man broke the kiss and smiled at his friend.

Hermione thought she was going deaf. My ears were pounding, blood suddenly rushed to my head, and sunbeams danced in my eyes. The girl felt strange... she had never experienced anything like this before. All thoughts ran away. Harry just kissed her. He kissed me in front of all the honest people. They pursued him, they put pressure on him, but he did not reveal the feelings overwhelming him in a word or gesture, did not express his irritation and indignation at the interference in his personal life. But he was angry - she knows him very well, and sees something that a prying eye would not notice. And then suddenly he took it and kissed it. Now there was no one else in the room for her. What is there in the room - there are only two of them left in the entire Universe. For some reason, the thought flashed through my head that someday this was supposed to happen, and everything was going exactly towards this. Cursing, she put plans for revenge on the witnesses out of her head.

Lavender took a step forward and already opened her mouth, but Hermione beat her to it: first she muttered something under her breath, and then said a phrase that shocked everyone:

And that's what you call a kiss? - the girl hissed mockingly, for the first time in her life she did not care about logic and trusted her heart and her own feelings.

Before Harry could answer her, she moved closer to him and kissed him. Damn it, if they really want to see the kiss, they will see it! This time everything was different - both were angry, and it seemed like they wanted to prove something to someone. Although their personal life should not concern anyone at all. Not yet fully succumbing to the feelings and desires of her body, Hermione grabbed the young man’s shirt. Albeit with difficulty, since Harry responded to her kiss with no less passion.

Under his slightly chapped lips, her lips were soft and supple. A moment, and her fingers were entangled in his pitch-black hair, and her other hand was still firmly holding onto the collar of his shirt. Now he's not going anywhere.

But he didn't intend to. One of his arms wrapped around her neck, sending waves of sweet shivers down her spine, while the other rested on her waist, pulling her even closer until Hermione found herself sitting on Harry's lap. The kiss inflamed them more and more - they became hot, very hot, and wanted more. Both had the feeling that this was not their first kiss. And certainly not the last.

Even though the sensations were amazing, you still need to breathe. So she pulled away from Harry's lips, feeling the gazes of those around her on her back. The girl's face burned. But the hand that held her quite tightly did not allow her to get up from the sofa and leave the room, which definitely did not help remove the color from her cheeks.

“You kissed,” said Ginny, looking at the couple with huge eyes, and her smile would have done honor to any maniac. - You kissed! - she repeated, as if for the first time someone didn’t believe her.

Yes, Gene, that’s exactly what they did,” Dean confirmed sarcastically. He felt a little out of place, but couldn't pass up the opportunity to tease his girlfriend.

Harry's hair was now more disheveled than usual, and Hermione's lipstick was glistening on her lips.

Now I believe they have the chemistry you talked about.

The two conspirators who organized everything nodded somehow distantly.

The first clear thought was to run. She ran as far as possible, but someone's hands were still holding her tightly around her waist. She looked at the man who was sitting in front of her. Until that moment, he had been her best friend, and now he was hugging her so tightly! And the most charming expression she had ever seen settled on his face.

Even through all her clothes, the girl felt how fast his heart was beating. His face froze and his eyes glazed over. So he leaned a little towards her, and his breath tickled her neck, causing a pleasant shiver:

Do you think there's chemistry between us?

Hermione felt the young man smile, and she could argue with anyone that this grin was worthy of a true Slytherin.

No,” she answered calmly.

After these words, everyone around froze again. It seemed that they had just been heatedly discussing what they had witnessed. Parvati and Lavender wanted to literally snatch Hermione from Harry's arms and ask in detail how great the Hero of the Wizarding World was a kisser. Once... and dead silence fell. It even seemed to the girl that those around her were ready to strangle her.

I think I need more proof,” she said in an even voice. And this despite the wildly beating heart and trembling hands.

“As much as you need,” Harry winked at her and smiled in such a way that Hermione gasped and became unimaginably hot again.

What the hell, she thought, why is he staring! Look away, Hermione mentally ordered Malfoy. But Draco had no intention of doing this. Sometimes a strange sly light flashed in his eyes, and this was precisely what made the girl worry. What if he decides how he can make a malicious joke on Harry and Ron and... and... me, probably...

Malfoy still stood and watched her. His gaze ran over Hermione's entire body. And strangely enough, the girl couldn’t admit it to herself at first, but then she gave in, she was pleased to feel that he was looking at her.

Finally, all the students began to enter the classroom. Hermione saw her friends and quickly followed them.

Having squeezed into the office, she took out her textbooks and sat down at her desk. There were two classes present at Defense Against the Dark Arts today: Gryffindor and Slytherin. Well, what a present, thought Herm. "Mad-Eye" Moody quickly went through the list in the magazine, settling on Neville, like a guinea pig.

Longbottom came to the board and Moody showed a couple of protective spells on him. Assessing the boy's "excellent" knowledge of his subject, the professor moved the desks apart with his wand and paired the two classes, deciding that it would be better for Neville to practice with Hermione.

The girl willingly helped her friend.

Look, you need to lift the wand straight up and easily move it to the right... Oh!

Hermione felt a sharp pain. She hit her elbow on something.

Or about someone, Herm turned and saw Malfoy. He had a malicious grin on his face.

Idiot! You deliberately... - Hermione began.

After Defense, I’m waiting for you in the Transfiguration class,” the Slytherin hissed quietly.

What?! - the girl shouted loudly.

Almost everyone turned in her direction.

S-s-sorry. “I didn’t think that Neville was such an ace in this subject,” Herm babbled, making excuses.

She glared at Draco, but he smiled sarcastically and turned to his partner.

The end of the lesson passed quite calmly.

Draco looked at her face appraisingly.

Yes, with your ability to lie, you should be in Slytherin.

Hermione flushed.

How can you assign me to your vile, low faculty! Where there is one word “conscience” - you have a shameful stigma! I have nothing to talk to you about.

She turned around sharply and quickly headed towards the door.

Not so soon, Granger,” Draco blocked her passage.

Go away,” Herm hissed. - Leave or I'll scream.

Yes, at least it’s howling, at least I don’t forget to put a soundproofing spell.

Malfoy chuckled.

Hermione felt like she was getting sick. He guessed it. He knows everything, it can’t be!

The girl shuddered.

What do you want?

Well, okay, if you like to make a fool of yourself...

Hermione was ready to grab Draco's face with her nails and tear that sarcastic face apart. Finally, having controlled herself, she said:

Get to the point.

Give me the book.

Which book? - the girl immediately picked up, having guessed what it was about, now she had to pretend to be not just a fool, but a crazy one. In order to piss him off and run away from this conversation.

“Research on magical artifacts,” Draco said calmly, as if he had caught her intention.

I don't have one...

Eat. And you will give it to me. Otherwise... - he smiled maliciously.

What else? - the girl pulled herself together, looking into his eyes with the challenge of a real Gryffindor.

Otherwise, everything secret will become clear: the Ministry of Magic, for example, or how you and Potter stole ingredients from Snape’s dungeon.

Aren't you afraid that...

If you suddenly decided that you already know everything about everyone’s favorite series about the adventures of a boy wizard, we hasten to dispel your misconception 😎 See for yourself! 😱

The reason why in the film version Harry's eyes are blue, and not green, like Lily's, is simple and ridiculous to the point of impossibility - while trying on lenses, Radcliffe discovered an allergy to them.

Tom Felton carried sweets in the pockets of his robe right onto the set. When it was opened, the pockets had to be sewn shut.

The “snake” door to the “Chamber of Secrets” is not a special effect, but a real and still functioning mechanism.

To film seven Potters in one room, it took 95 takes - an average of 12-14 for each character.

In order to properly film the kissing scene between Harry and Hermione, Emma Watson had to push a hysterical and constantly laughing Rupert Grint off the set.

Throughout the entire Potter series, Daniel Radcliffe destroyed about 80 wands.

Hero Fiennes Tiffin, who played young Tom Riddle in Half-Blood Prince, is the nephew of Ralph Fiennes, who played Voldemort.

The line "I didn't think you could read" was improvised by Felton and fortunately left in the final cut.

As a souvenir, Daniel took Potter's first and last pair of glasses, Rupert took the deluminator and sign #4 from the house on Privet Drive, and Emma took the wand, robe, and time turner.

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Despite the fact that the final part of the film adaptation of the adventures of Harry Potter was released 6 years ago, the glory of the story about the boy who lived has not subsided. And we are sure that you will be interested to see exactly how the cool special effects were made 😎

1. Voldemort's makeup

Ralph Fiennes was put on Voldemort's makeup 60-70 times during filming. Each time, three people spent two or three hours poring over the image: stickers on the eyebrows, darkening of the eyes, venous traces, false teeth and nails, and generally the whole pale appearance.

2. Spider Aragog

The corpse of the giant spider Aragog was made by a team of 20 people over six months. It weighed about a ton and was the size of a small car, so a crane was needed to transport it to the set.

3. Harry's Gills

The gills themselves were made from silicone and silk so that they behave naturally underwater, like real gills. It turned out great!

4. Pensieve

To make a wonderful Pensieve, a green screen was placed in the bowl, and a video sequence of memories was superimposed on it.

5. Pouty Aunt Marge

To make a balloon out of Aunt Marge, we had to resort to the help of plastic makeup, large inflatable chambers and pumps. “We made a camera for a face that we molded to look like her face, put it over a balloon on her face and inflated it.

6. The magic of things

To create magic we had to go through a lot of tricks. This is a self-cleaning frying pan. And these are books that put themselves in place.

It's time to study. Time for new knowledge. A time in which you can escape from your own problems, concentrating only on your studies. Hermione now felt a strong need for the latter, stubbornly taking on more and more assignments, reports, essays... But, even after all this immense amount of work was completed, the girl’s own thoughts fell on her, tormenting her so much from the inside. And now, wearily throwing away the pen, she instantly became gloomy as soon as she thought about it. After waiting a little, she wrote the date on a long scroll: the first of October. “It’s amazing how I’ve changed in this month,” she sighed. Not afraid to meet anyone in the living room, the girl climbed onto the sofa with her legs, and, having made herself comfortable, indulged in her thoughts. And it all started quite normally. About a week after arriving at Hogwarts, one cold autumn evening, Ron took her to the school broom closet for just one thing - her kisses. This is where Hermione's problem arose - she no longer liked Ron's caresses. Every time she appeared in that storeroom, she didn't think about Ron at all. Every time she remembered that same kiss on the platform, which was impossible to forget, no matter how hard she tried to do it. Instead of forgetting about what had happened, she thought more and more often about the kiss itself, about how careful actions on Harry's part were. It all led to a secret desire to kiss him one more time. Just one kiss was enough for her, and she would have calmed down, she would have found the strength to restrain herself. But Harry didn't know about this. He continued to communicate with her, as before, but the girl could no longer look into his eyes, afraid that she would not be able to restrain herself and would rush into his arms. They began to communicate less and less. Even if Harry himself was the initiator of the dialogue, the girl almost immediately found excuses convincing him that they would talk later. Harry was sincerely perplexed about what was happening to his friend, and often, when leaving him somewhere, she felt his perplexed gaze directed at her back. Relations with Ron also deteriorated, and one day, after another refusal from Hermione to go for a walk with him, he said that she could forget about him as a boyfriend. During this month, she managed to become so entangled in herself that she no longer knew how to unravel this completely tangled tangle in her soul. Hermione withdrew into herself, and the Gryffindors practically stopped seeing the Gryffindor prefect smiling. Instead, she looked worse and worse, rarely got enough sleep at night, preferring another essay on Transfiguration to sleep. On one of these “beautiful nights,” when Hermione had almost finished writing a long essay on the history of magic, and was absolutely sure that nothing extraordinary would happen, the portrait door suddenly opened, and Harry walked into the living room. Almost without looking around, he walked up to the first sofa he came across (it just so happened that Hermione was already sitting on it) and impulsively sat down on it, staring into the fire. The girl looked at him in surprise, not understanding what happened and why Harry came into the living room so late. - Harry? – from her quiet voice he shuddered, and quickly looking into her face, he again returned to observing the fire. “Explain,” did she imagine, or did his voice sound hoarse? - What? – the girl was taken aback, and almost screamed when he grabbed her hand and looked into her eyes for the first time in a long time. - Explain why you are avoiding me? -Avoiding? “Hermione was completely confused, and then there were his eyes, his beautiful eyes, which seemed to see right through her, making it very difficult to think logically. - Yes, you avoid it! I... I don’t even know what to think anymore! – he let go of her hand and moved away from her. - Tell me where? Where is the cheerful and cheerful Hermione I saw just a month ago? What is the reason for such drastic changes? Or maybe someone... maybe... maybe the reason is me? – he tried to restrain himself, but still hid his face in his hands. The girl trembled. She suddenly realized that if she didn’t explain everything now, then she would never have such an opportunity again. “No,... not really into you, Harry,” she said it as softly as possible, herself being in a state of panic. - What about it, Mione? – He took his hands away from his face and turned his head towards her. “Is that...” the sound of the name suddenly made her breath hitch, and Hermione took a deep breath, “God, why was everything so easy with Ron?” - flashed through her head - “Because it was he who suggested meeting, and he explained everything himself,” whispered a harmful voice in her head. - Do you remember that kiss on the first of September on the platform? - calling on all the gods known to her to help her, she began to speak. “So, I tried to forget this moment, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t,” the girl turned away from him because she could no longer look him in the face , and feel his gaze on yours - gradually, closer to the middle of the month, the desire to kiss you turned into an obsession. I held back as best I could, because I didn’t know how you would react to this,” she sobbed, realizing that this was it, this was the finish line, then everything would depend only on him. - Gradually, my mania reached its climax, and has not subsided for several weeks now. That’s why I stopped communicating with you because just the sight of you persistently made me spit on all standards of decency and kiss you in front of everyone,” Hermione began to cry, feeling her heart become lighter. “What if he gets scared and leaves? Will it go away forever? - the girl froze, completely frightened by this thought. There was complete silence in the room. Just when she had time to think that he had left, a pair of arms suddenly hugged her and pressed her to him so tightly, as if they were trying to create a barrier from all her misfortunes. The girl, burying her face in his chest, cried quietly, still afraid that he was simply mocking her, and now he would just leave. “I’m afraid that I’ll go crazy if I continue to restrain myself,” she whispered hotly, feeling that the hug loosened a little, which she perceived as an escape. His fingers gently lift her head and force her to look into his face. A few nimble movements of the fingers - and it was as if there were no tears. “Come on, don’t hold back,” his eyes shine. “I,... I allow you...” he says quietly, but his every word is like a clap of thunder for her. With very trembling fingers, she removes his glasses. This did not escape his attention. He gently squeezes her hands in his hands. -You're shaking all over, are you cold? – the voice is unusually warm and soothing. “No, I’m just... I’m just afraid,” she freed one hand and, quietly taking her wand, casts all sorts of confusing, distracting spells on the room. Hoping that he didn't notice her manipulations, she carefully placed her hand on his arm. - Well, what are you afraid of? - He carefully releases his palm from his hands, and, touching their foreheads with her, he openly looks into her eyes. He sees nothing in them except strong fear: Don’t be afraid, it’s only me, only Harry... - without warning he kisses her. He kisses on purpose, slowly, at the same time showing the girl that there is no hurry and that he is not averse to teasing her. The kisses become deeper, they press closer and closer to each other, and now, after several extremely fast minutes, she is in his tight arms, not intending to leave them anywhere. But, in addition to all this happy state, one single thought persistently beats in my head, depriving me of the right to happiness. - What's next, Harry? How do we explain everything to others? – she asks hoarsely. - Further? – a chuckle creeps into his voice, and he hugs the girl tighter. - Come what may! The main thing is that we are together,” she hears in his voice that Harry is smiling, and imperceptibly smiles back. “Really, come what may! The main thing is that as long as I’m with Harry, everything will be fine.”