After attempting, fruitlessly, to clean the rug in Professor Burbage's office, you had resolved to take the entire thing and hope she didn't notice it was missing until you could get it professionally cleaned.
…You'd have to figure out if there were even people who did that sort of thing, in the wizarding world.
They tended to have jobs for the oddest things, and lack them for things that seemed basic to you.
As you carried it into the common room, you immediately drew eyes. While some lingered, and some girls gave you looks as you walked by, eyes lidded and backs arched in such a way to make their chests more pronounced, others turned away rather quickly.
No one accosted you, though, and you made your way to where Harry and Luna were sitting at the other end of the Common Room.
You weren't exactly thrilled at the idea of interacting with the Blonde girl again. There was always some sort of shenanigan involved when you did; she was sitting next to Harry, so you approached anyway.
As you did, the two girls stopped whatever conversation they were having; they turned towards you, Harry, with some surprise, and Luna, in the same way she always did. With that same, familiar, expectant smile. Like something pleasant happened that she'd already seen coming.
"Evening." You grunted, laying the carpet, still smelling heavily of sex, down on the ground, before collapsing into a chair. "How were the classes?" You asked.
There was a moment of silence, and you looked up to see what was taking either girl so long. You were met by a smug smile on Luna's face, and a blush on Harry's. You cleared your throat, and Harry jumped, blushing further. Still, it provoked an answer.
"G-Good!" She squeaked, fiddling with the shimmery black blanket in her lap. "Good! Thank you."
You turned to Luna, who for once nodded, and gave a straight answer.
"Good. Who'd you do today, Herman?"
Harry swallowed hard, eyes wide, back straight, and thighs pressed together, squirming. She seemed uncomfortable with something.
"Don't you mean 'what,' Luna?" She offered, almost desperately.
Luna just smiled and shook her head.
"I know what I said, Harry."
Harry didn't have a response, and Luna turned back to you, waiting for your answer.
You tried to figure out how to put this without being crude.
"Well…" Your memory flashed back to Flitwick in Redrum. "I had a rather spirited conversation with Flitwick and one of her colleagues, and we… discussed mind magics, among other things."
Harry's face reddened further, and she looked away, refusing to meet your eyes.
Luna, meanwhile, seemed happy as a clam.
"That's good. I can't wait to finally meet Redrum."
You didn't say their name. Dismissing it as a quirk of Luna, you continued.
"And then, I had class with you." You looked towards Harry. "Professor Burbage was out, and instead we had-"
"Isolde Flamel." She said quickly, before realizing she'd interrupted you. "S-sorry." Harry squeaked.
You nodded.
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
She shrugged, looking away.
"L-lucky guess, I guess." She lied unconvincingly.
You narrowed your eyes at your crossdressing friend.
Before you could question her further, Luna interrupted.
"And you got in a bit of trouble with her. What did she want to talk to you about?" From the way Luna was smiling, you got the sense the other girl already knew something.
"Just some common sense manners and customs in the wizarding world."
Harry stared at you, face entirely red, but Luna plowed on.
"And what else happened?"
You shrugged.
"Nothing." You lied.
Neither girl had a look as if they fully believed you, and it had you shifting nervously.
They couldn't actually know, could they?
"And that was my day. Nothing too crazy." You finished.
"I wouldn't call four new lights nothing."
"What?" You tilted your head at Luna.
"Nothing." She looked away, towards Harry. "What did you do today, Harry? I heard you skipped class?"
Harry immediately began stuttering, looking panicked, and you were left to listen to your friend desperately try to make excuses while you tried to unpack what Luna meant.
It was almost like she knew something you didn't…
You'd look into it.