Chapter 1: In which Hermione is not amused
Hermione was stuck, well and truly stuck. She glared at the stupid door that refused to open and threw another spell at it resulting in nothing yet again. After nearly two hours of hexing , cursing and kicking at it, it hadn't even moved and she had only managed to get a really sore foot when she had tried to kick it down ( not one of her best ideas she thought, but a door getting the best of her was really too much). She slumped on the cold floor and pulled a mostly edible sandwich from her bag (considering it had been forgotten in there for nearly three days it wasn't that hard and if she picked the fluff off it, it didn't taste that bad) and proceeded to try and come up with an idea that would get her out.
Now Hermione's day had not started very well, she had got up at the crack of dawn in a panic convinced that a Death Eater was sitting at the end of the bed which was totally irrational and not at all like her because she knew that the ones that weren't dead were in Azkaban but in her sleep deprived mind the clothes she had just heaped on the chair opposite the bed looked just like a man ready to murder her in her sleep. After shrieking bloody murder and getting caught up in a knot of sheets trying to get her wand, Lavender who had woken up and was not in a good mood had hexed her before she could even perform a shielding charm on herself.
After the fright Hermione couldn't get back to sleep and decided to start getting ready for the day. Having a near heart attack at five in the morning is not a god way to waken up and then realising that a complete moron has turned your hair pink is a very good way to make someone extremely cross.
Nearly two hours passed until Hermione managed to turn her hair (or birds nest depending on who you asked) to a mostly normal colour, making her late for breakfast. Throwing off her pyjamas, grabbing her clothes and bag she ran down the corridor getting dressed and pulling her hair back at the same time.
Completely out of breath she had stopped and leaned on one of the walls which was always a dangerous thing to do in Hogwarts as one never knew what could happen and the damn thing had disappeared making her land rather inelegantly on her butt in an empty room and then reappearing when she had tried to get out, leaving her stuck in what seemed to be a room with no way out but a stupid door that would not budge.
Chomping down on her cheese, ham and fluff sandwich, Hermione could come up with nothing that would help to get her out (short of blowing up one of the walls and then god knows where she would end up.)If looks could kill, the door would be dust, how dare it not open and make her miss double Potions? This train of thought took her to the incredibly yummy Potion's Master that by some kind of miracle had managed to survive the war and that just by speaking could make her thoughts pass from being perfectly innocent (and normally concentrated on potions and not killing or severely hexing Mr I-could-raise-the-IQ-of-the school-if-I-left-it a.k.a Draco and his friends Mr. as-stupid-as-the-back-end-of-a-pig a.k.a Crabbe and Mr. Slower-than-a–turtle-in-molasses a.k.a Goyle ) to oh my, he is a Sex God let's fuck him till' he passes out on the floor.
Furious, Hermione started pacing, wishing a slow and painful death to anyone that didn't get her out in the next ten minutes. Wasting time in an empty room when she could be drooling over Professor Snape was not Hermione's idea of fun.
Then Hermione in a moment of total and utter desperation committed one of the deadliest sins (thinking back on it later she was so horrified she nearly cried), she picked up her Charms book and hurled it across the room straight at the door. Whimpering she darted across the floor and picked it up (because being stressed is no reason to start throwing books) and proceeded to cuddle it and to say how sorry she was for treating it so abominably.
At that precise instant an engraving flashed on the wall in front of her. Walking closer to it she peered at it anxiously.
"He who wishes for what his heart desires will get out of the room, he who does not will have to follow the room's own desires". Well, that shouldn't be that difficult thought Hermione considering that what she wanted most was to get out and go to class. Obviously, being just one of those days, the room ignored her. Hermione growled and kicked the wall. At that instant in a puff of fowl smelling smoke a figure appeared. After sneezing and rubbing her watering eyes frantically, she saw the one person that she did not want to see when in that state ( that state being horrid hair in a murky brown/pink color, fluff and dirt all over her skirt, a half-eaten sandwich in one hand and a bashed up book in the other and red squinting eyes).
Well fuck a duck groaned Hermione.