Hermione and Harry walked out onto High Street. She was in a very good mood already, having bought herself quite the little gift. She'd have to show Sirius sometime soon...after he tore himself away from the Three Broomsticks, that is. She smiled to herself, thinking about how they'd left him there in the company of women. He was probably quite happy about it.
So far this Hogsmeade trip had been quite unlike any other. She hardly felt like she was forcing Harry to shop with her at all. He'd volunteered. That alone was a surprise. He usually groused about this sort of thing, as did Ron. She wasn't going to complain, though; it was a nice change to not feel like she was acting as the day's ringleader.
At Harry's request, they stopped in at Scrivenshaft's to look for quills. The store was actually quite a bit bigger than it appeared from the outside.
"You know," Hermione said as she thoughtfully perused the newest stock of writing implements, "I could just knit for Dobby and save you the time of going to Gladrags..." She suppressed a smile, knowing Harry would probably come up with several reasons why that was a bad idea.