Cupboard Noises
By PhoenixFelicis
A/N: Hi you guys! This is my first FanFic! I hope you enjoy!
Rating: Uhhhh, I think I'll just call it T, just in case for future chapters, okay?
Summary: The noise going on behind the doors of the broom cupboard are so suspicious….Oh what are we to do?
Disclaimer: For all my Harry Potter fanfics, J.K. Rowling is the owner, and I'm just revelling in her brilliance. Just face it, she's awesome, y'know?
Okay, on with the story!
Chapter 1
It was a quiet evening at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Everyone was currently at the Great Hall eating dinner. Nothing was out of place. Not unless you looked at the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables. No, there, you actually had two very noticeable presences not present. And of course, leave it to Blaise Zabini in Slytherin and the two-thirds of the Golden Trio in Gryffindor, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, to actually figure out who were the missing parties from both of their tables.
"Have you seen Hermione?" Harry asked.
"No, mate. Reckon she's in the library doing homework?" Ron asked Harry.
"Well, it is Hermione. No doubt she's gone from homework to making love to the books in the Ancient Runes and Arithmancy section," Harry said with a completely straight face before they both broke down in a tiny fit of giggles. They've always wondered if the Gryffindor bookworm ever did make love to the books, because she always spent so much time at the library, and they've even jokingly asked her that, to have ended up with the result of getting the cold shoulder for a week—no copying off of her assignments that is. They only went there for books and required reading, because nobody wants to be bothered to be near Madam Pince, the Hogwarts Librarian. Not unless you have the desire of going deaf in one or both ears the rest of the day.
"Want to go to the library and check for her there?" Harry said after their little laughing fit subsided.
"Sure, I'm game, as soon as I finish my treacle tart. Good stuff, mate. Good stuff."
"You eat too much Ron, you know that?" Harry said with amusement at his friend.
"Yeah, and that's why I'm taller than you, Shorty," Ron sniggered.
"Get stuffed," Harry said, punching Ron in the arm, but going back to his dinner all the same.
Meanwhile, at the Slytherin table...
"Oi, Nott!" Blaise called to Theodore, resident Slytherin and one of his friends/ usual Potions partner.
"Oi yourself, Zabini! What do you want?" Theodore questioned lazily. It wouldn't be the first time or probably the last time that Blaise would probably need him for homework copying. He was only third at the top of their year, the top being of course but who else: Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy, preferably in that order, thank you very much. But seeing as Draco Malfoy wasn't around for Blaise to copy his homework (in which the normal response from him would be to sod off), Theodore knew he was the next in line for Draco's position at the moment. He didn't exactly see the point in entertaining Blaise at the moment, but he thought that he'll bite at it anyway. "I'm eating, so make it quick, I gotta go to the library."
"Well in that case," Blaise said with a smirk, "have you seen Draco? I haven't seen him since Quidditch practice this evening. I kinda need him for something."
"What, Potions homework?" Theodore snorted.
"No, that's what I got you for," Blaise retorted.
"Wow, real cute, Zabini."
"Yeah, just like your mother."
"Oi you bastard—"
"Anybody seen my Drakey?" Pansy Parkinson decides as the time to intervene. Squabble forgotten for the time being, they turn to her with curiosity.
"You mean you haven't seen him either, Panse?" Blaise directed.
"No, but if you find him, let me know. I've got a little something to show him," she sang-song at the end and left the Great Hall. Both Blaise and Theodore shuddered.
"Bloody hell, if even Pansy hasn't seen him, what are we gonna do?" Blaise asked.
"Want to look in the library? He probably stopped there for a book on Charms," Theodore queried.
"Draco's got a problem in the Charms department?" Blaise asked.
"No, Draco's got a problem in the happy department, dumbass. I don't know," Theodore said sarcastically as they arose from their seats and left the Great Hall, unbeknownst to them that Harry and Ron were heading in the exact same direction.
A/N: So… what did you think? Reviews are like Chocolate Frogs, so please hit the button! The story continues!
Phoenix :D