Hermione groaned staring at all the paperwork laid out before her.
“Everything alright?” Harry asked, laughing at her.
“No. I need a holiday.”
“So take one.” He dropped down on the couch beside her.
“Oh, I couldn’t; we’re way behind.”
“How far behind?” Ron joined them, munching on some cheese while he cooked.
“Almost a week!”
“Wow! That far? You’re really letting yourself go, Hermione.”
“Very clever, aren’t you?” She glared at the ginger haired man.
“You deserve a break,” Harry interrupted before they could begin an argument. “You should go somewhere. Visit your parents in Australia or that cousin that went to New York. We’ll come with you.”
“Of course we will. We could all use a holiday. We went from Hogwarts, to destroying Voldemort, to to training, no break.”