Hannah left her bag by the door and made her way to the kitchen. She was picking through the icebox when she heard a pop behind her.

"How was Miss Han's party with sleep?"

Hannah spun about and snatched a wooden spoon from the counter. She pointed it at Dobby. "Someone's been a very bad elf."

And that was, unfortunately, when Harry decided to stroll into the kitchen.

Harry had heard the front door open and grabbed the note from Hannah off his desk. He had it clutched in his hand when he look at Hannah threatening his house-elf with a spoon. "Yeah? How was your party with sleep?"

Hannah blushed and tucked the spoon behind her back. "Harry. Hullo. How's your day been? Good? Great. Excellent. I'll just be taking..." she grabbed something from the open icebox. "This..." Oh good GRIEF! "Mustard... and... and I'll be on my way."

"The mustard?"

"Hungry," Hannah nodded furiously and started to leave the kitchen.

Harry jumped in front of her, blocking the doorway. "Wait, you don't get off that easy. You can interrogate me when I have a 'sleep over' but I don't get to do the same? Seems kinda unfair to me." He reached around her and plucked the spoon from her hands. He held it up threateningly. "Don't make me spank you."

Hannah gasped and squeezed the mustard. It made a rude noise.

"You... you... wouldn't. I left you a note. It's not as if you had to wonder if I was lying in a ditch somewhere..." she looked at Dobby with a bit of a glare. "In a blue nookie nightie."

He rose an eyebrow at the house-elf, who snapped his fingers and disappeared out of sight with a small smirk on his face. He turned back to Hannah. "Blue nookie nightie? What type of slumber party did you go to, and if there are girls wearing blue nookie nighties, where can I sign up?"

"I told Dobby I was going to Blaise's to stay the night because he said I could sleep in his bed and it's so comfortable and then I went to change and then I pulled that sheer thing out. Dobby had packed my bag and he knows how I... and I... I was so embarrassed. It's see-through, Harry. See-through. What Blaise must have thought. But dinner was lovely." She let out this girlie sigh. "With bread and wine and talking and... " She sighed again. "And he doesn't hog the covers."

His eyes narrowed. "Why?"

"Huh? What?"

"Why? Why would you do that?"

"I like being around him, Harry. I'm pathetic, I know, but I'll take what I can get for now."

"Well, that's rather depressing. I was hoping to hex him soundly." Harry threw the spoon over her shoulder and into the sink. "He's still an idiot and I'm still going to hex him for the torture he inflicted on me. Via your speakers."

He walked around her and headed for the icebox. He stopped with his hand on the door. "Wait. You were in his bed? Why would he do that? Why would-" He shook his head and grabbed the bottle of butterbeer. "I don't understand girls at all. Ever." His thoughts went back to his conversation earlier with Hermione. Girls are crazy and don't make any sense. Sleeping with people you don't think like you like that. Honestly.

He sat at the table. "I think all girls are mad. I'm glad I'm not attached to any."

Hannah made a face at him. "One day you will be. One day you, Harry Potter, will be toe up for some girl, and she'll be so lucky. Because, seriously, it's only a matter of time before someone notices how special you are for the right reasons. Have faith. I do. And when you find her, I'll loan her my nookie nightie."

Hannah sat across with him. "It was so embarrassing, Harry. Half of me was hanging out and he didn't... well, he did hold me while we slept." She frowned and chewed at her bottom lip. "He didn't try anything though. Perfect gentleman. With a comfy bed and ticklish hips."

Hannah placed her chin on her hand with a sigh.

Harry groaned and set his head on the table. "I don't ever want to hear you talk about Blaise's hips. Please. I'll be prone to hex them off. Really."

"Fine. Let's talk about whose hips you had your hands on recently."

"Absolutely not."

"He sleeps in just his pants, you know."

"Shut up."

"And when you touch his-"

"SHUT UP!"

Hannah started giggling. "You are too cute right now, Harry. I'm surprised you don't have to hex the girls off of you. No wonder your home is unplottable." She stood up and leaned over, kissing the top of his head in a friendly manner. "Thanks for listening. Good night."

She was out of the kitchen when she called back to him. "If you'd like to see the blue nookie nightie... not on me of course... just say. That way when you meet this mysterious girl of yours, you can imagine her in it."

Harry grimaced. "Ew. 'No honey, I'm not thinking about Hannah Abbott in your nightie. I'm thinking of you in Hannah Abbott's nightie'." He took a long swig of his butterbeer.

Hannah giggled as she went up the stairs.


{SUMMARY} Harry wants to know what Hannah's been up to. She's a bit more informative that he wanted her to be.