It had all started six months ago when she had chanced upon Hagrid in his cabin one night when she went out to harvest Wormrot for a potion. The Wormrot had to be picked at midnight during a half moon, and Hermione had been coming out every night for the last two weeks, watching the Wormrot plants grow with excitement. She was going to make a potion that made pimples vanish forever. It was a silly girly thing for her to want, but she wanted to impress Ron with how smooth and pretty her skin was. The night before the Wormrot was ready to pick, she had wanted to stop by Hagrid's for a little chat before she had headed back to the castle and her bed.

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