the_debt_of_time

older brother's sobbing. "He threw a temper tantrum at King's Cross and tossed my
favourite stuffed dragon in front of the Hogwarts Express."
Hermione gasped. "He did not."
"Oh, he did. Mum reddened his arse good and proper once we got home." Ginny
grinned smugly at the memory. "I loved that bloody dragon."
"Language," Hermione scolded quietly. "Ginny? Care to tell me why we're
whispering?"
"Because I don't want to get caught eavesdropping, of course."
Hermione frowned disapprovingly. "Ginny, it's not nice to invade someone else's
privacy."
"Sirius and Professor Lupin are giving Harry a sex talk," Ginny defended as though
that were a good enough reason to invade anyone's privacy.
Hermione's eyes widened, and she rushed to Ginny's side. "Budge over. I can't hear
anything."
"Well, you wouldn't. They're trying to teach him how to do a non-verbal
Contraceptive Charm. Don't ask me how they're getting around Harry being able to use
magic outside of Hogwarts. Those two are better than Fred and George."
Hermione's face felt like it had turned beet red—whether from embarrassment,
shame, or anger she was not exactly sure.
"Speaking of," Ginny went on, "the twins figured out that whole Moony and
Padfoot thing. George's been babbling questions at Lupin and Sirius all day. And I think
Fred might've started crying from excitement."
"Oh, for goodness.. ." Hermione huffed. "Firstly, as talented as everyone seems
to think Harry is, he's not even close to being able to perform non-verbal spells, and
secondly, he's much too young to be thinking about things like... like.. ."
"Sex?" Ginny teased, stifling a laugh.
"Contraceptive Charms," Hermione corrected, wondering why her cheeks were not
cooling down.
"Says you. I may not be able to do it non-verbally, but I've known the charm for
the last six months."
Hermione's mouth fell open. "Your mother actually―"