This is my first posted fan fiction. I hope you like it. Please comment. I will most likely not continue with this story, that is unless there is requests to do so. Happy reading!


Coming Out of the Broom Closet

On the last leg of her Prefect, patrol Hermione was tired and growing bored of the tedious laps around the castle. As she walked the halls she began counting the doors, and then the stones in the floor. As she passed the fourteenth door, she heard strange scraping noises coming from within. Thinking that it was a student hiding, she slowly crept to the door and soundlessly opened it. What she found within was probably the very last thing she thought she would find.

The broom closet was an absolute mess. Brooms, mops, buckets and rags all littered the floor. But that was not what made Hermione stop cold in her tracks. The two entangled figures that occupied the closet were not initially visible. Only the bare back of the blond boy with the hands of a familiar friend tangled in his hair were discernable in the dim light. Smiling to herself, Hermione stood silent for a moment.

"Hello," she said in a light, friendly manner, "I'm Nancy Drew, and you must be the Hardy boys."

She closed the door and proceeded down the hall. The shock on Draco's face was funny. But the horror on Ron's was priceless.