PurpleRainShowers

 "Harry, are you okay?" It was probably the umpteenth time she had asked that question that evening.  If Harry had a guess, he was certain that Hermione knew it was aggravating him, but she was nothing if not persistent.  Still, it was getting bothersome, having her constant nagging punctuating his attempts to study.  He would have thought she would actually be happy to see him studying.  Then again... he knew what this was all about. "No, I'm not okay," he answered, rubbing his forehead absentmindedly, hoping she wouldn't assume his headache was his scar acting up, "If Ron continues acting like a complete prat--" "Y