A/N Hi! Here we are with Harry then! Surprisingly enough it feels like I don't actually write many conversations with just these two.

"Shepherd's pie with a helping of chips," Harry stated. "Followed by treacle tart and a very generous amount of custard. What about you?"

Hermione took a moment to consider what meal she would chose to have at that very moment. She and Harry were very lucky to eat so well in Westeros when she knew that others had far less choice, but sometimes there was only so much stew one could take without wishing for a bit of variety. "Ham and pineapple pizza," she decided. "With a slice of chocolate fudge cake for pudding."

"Only one slice?" Harry asked in surprise.

"I have just eaten an entire pizza," she pointed out.

"Fair enough," Harry shrugged and then sighed. "We really shouldn't have had a conversation about that – I can't stop thinking about food now."

Hermione laughed. "Me neither. Do you think everyone will forgive us if we ignore them and head straight to the Great Hall for dinner when we get back to Hogwarts?"

"I'll have too much pastry in my mouth to care," Harry joked.

It was nice to see him smiling, Hermione thought. It was rare enough for Harry to look happy ever since they'd arrived in Westeros, but after their decision to eventually journey to the Citadel, an extra weight seemed to hang around his shoulders. She wished she could take some of the burden off of him but, as Jon and Robb had so amusingly pointed out, only males were accepted to train as maesters.

She would do everything she could to support Harry but in the end the responsibility of gaining access to the Citadel lay with him.

The shadow of Oldtown passed over Harry again and his face sobered.

"We'll get back," Hermione said with a calm certainty. "I know we will."

"Yeah," Harry replied enthusiastically. "Of course."

Hermione reached out to him and he embraced her. She was so grateful that she had Harry with her, though it felt almost selfish to think that because she knew he would be so much happier back at Hogwarts.

"Oh, I just remembered I wanted to ask you something," Harry said, pulling back from her with a look of amusement. "A couple of nights ago Bran nearly woke the entire Great Keep with his screams. It turns out Arya had snuck into his room and had tried to drag him to a cake house so she could boil and eat him. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"

Hermione tried to school her face into a mask of innocence.

A/N The next chapter of ASoS is written and just needs proof reading. Hopefully it will be up tomorrow or the day after.

Next time – Sansa!

Love,

Lil Drop of Magic