a/n;
A short, two part drabble story based off two prompts in my fanfiction group.
Ginny and Hermione find themeseleves in a sticky situation after sneaking into the Slytherin Common Room.
If Blaise has to hear the words "Has anyone seen Granger?" leave Draco's lips one more time, he's going to have a literal aneurysm.
"As far as bad ideas go, this isn't one of the best we've had," Hermione whispered frantically.
"Well I'm sorry we didn't have a convenient dose of polyjuice potion on hand, Hermione. Work with what you've got. Do you want to get those notes back or what?" Ginny muttered, prodding Hermione with her wand.
"Of course I want them back! I just don't want any body parts cursed off in the process!" Hermione snapped, shuffling forward awkwardly under Harry's Invisibility Cloak. He had insisted Ginny take it with her to her final year at Hogwarts, but Hermione was finding it hard to be grateful at the moment. This harebrained scheme was all Ginny's idea; sneaking into the Slytherin Common Room for Hermione's notebook of NEWT notes Parkinson had swiped.
Of course, they could have gone to Professor Slughorn, the new Head of Slytherin house, but Parkinson would just lie to him- many of the older Slytherin students didn't respect Slughorn after he fought against Voldemort last year. And Professor McGonagall was so busy now with Headmistress duties, Hermione refused to bother her over a notebook.
"Well then you know what you should have done? Asked Malfoy to get them back from Parkinson for you! He's Head Boy with you, and he'd have done it if you asked him! Then we wouldn't be sneaking around the Slytherin Common Room like we want our noses jinxed off!"
Hermione huffed furiously.
"I'm not asking that prat for anything! You know what he said to me today? "Granger, your hair is looking downright tame this morning. Not really your best look," she mimicked in Malfoy's haughty voice. Ginny snorted quietly behind her.
"Maybe he just prefers your usual wild look. You know, that just jumped out of bed and ran a hand through it thing you usually do," Ginny whispered back, and Hermione was sure she was smirking behind her. She chose to ignore it.
Just then, as they were two feet from the staircase down to the girls dormitories, they heard the portrait at the other end of the room swing open, muffled voices drifting to them. With nowhere else to go, they stood rooted to the spot as Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, and Daphne Greengrass strode into the room.
Hermione tried not to panic, but they were all supposed to be in Advanced Arithmancy class right now! She knew because that's where she was supposed to be, though a note from Madame Pomfrey citing a migraine had gotten her out of it so she could embark on this suddenly harrowing mission.
But they weren't the only Slytherins she shared that class with; if they were out early, then so was…
"Has anyone seen Granger?"