Written for the Scavenger Hunt on Camp Potter with the mandatory prompt of "Write about an unexpected interruption."
The moon, a luminescent balloon in the sky, hovering silently above Gryffindor Tower casting a little light into the dormitory. Harry Potter blinks himself awake, and rose from his bed and dressed.
He treads quietly over to his friend, Ron, to wake him as well,"Ron ... Ron! It's time," he whispers urgently. He then shakes him until he rolls out of bed, and onto the floor.
"Urhgh, what time is it?" Ron tries to fall back asleep on the floor but he finds his endeavors unsuccessful and climbs up and gets dressed too.
Fully awake, with adrenaline coursing through their veins they tip toe out of their dorm and hide beneath Harry's invisibility cloak. Every passing window shows proof that they aren't supposed to be doing what they are about to do, but earlier that day Draco had been asking for it, and Ron once and for all wanted to show him who's better than whom.
They arrive In the Trophy Room without anyone noticing except for Mrs. Norris and her bitter, incessant meowing, but other than that they are safe. When the door creaks open, they aren't met with Draco Malfoy ready for a midnight duel, but the voice of Filch.
"Coming to get you, dratted students! I'll lock you in my office and hang you by your knobby little ankles!"
Harry and Ron share horrified looks and instead of turning back the way they came, they dive further into the maze of trophies, working hard to find the other side, if at least they can find Malfoy, he might receive detention as well.
Some time later, Filch had been called away by Peeves and the frightened boys kept out, only to be caught by Professor Snape. Needless to say, Snape gave them a handful of detentions, and the boys returned to their dorm in a rather glum mood.
Draco slunk out of his bed in the dungeons, where he had been waiting until midnight. The pale boy emptied a pitcher of water of his companions' heads to wake them from their sound sleep.
Together, they crept through their common room, and headed out into the castle. Long at last, they arrive at their destination, the Trophy Room. Someone appears to have made it there ahead of them, but it doe not sound like the person they were expecting.
Filch's voice cried from within, "Coming to get you, dratted students! I'll lock you in my office and hang you by your knobby little ankles!"
After exchanging looks of horror, the trio of boys takes off running, hoping to reach their dorms before Filch caught up to them.
A wicked, delighted laugh floats through the hallway ahead of them. The school poltergeist, Peeves appeared in midair in front of them, a smirk gracing his face.
"Wandering around at midnight, Ickle Firsties? Tut, tut, tut. Naughty, naughty, you'll get caughty."
One of Draco's companions, Goyle, fired a hex at Peeves. Draco and the other companion, Crabbe, stared in silent horror when the poltergeist swooped off.
They were still standing there a few minutes later when Peeves returned with Filch.
All in all, it was not a night for sneaking around the old castle. Though, Filch was quite pleased with himself. He had caught five First Years out of bed, and interrupted six couples kissing in shadowed alcoves.