A/N: Not sure whether this is just one chapter or not. All I know is that I wrote this. Oh, and you may not find it funny. If you want something funny, check out "Quick, grab the Cheese Wheels and Run!" by charmingly-holly. This is just under humor as you might find parts slightly funny (I doubt it.) Dunno. Depends on your sense of humor. Please don't sue me...
"In here!"
Ron Weasley darted into the broom closet, dragging his best friend, Hermione Granger behind him. There was a lot of fumbling about as he struggled to make himself comfortable and Hermione balanced very cautiously against some broomsticks, hunched up.
Ron peered out the keyhole of the broom closet, and then sighed.
Hermione fidgeted, looking worried.
"Has Filch gone yet?"
"Nope. Stupid gut's still roaming the hallways with his damned cat."
He turned to her, expecting her to look reproachful at his language, but he could have sworn that he saw her smiling. Under his gaze, however, she frowned and began to bite her lip.
"What do you think's happened to Harry?"
"Dunno. He's probably managed to get back, knowing him. Plus he's got his invisibility cloak with him. He won't think of looking in a broom closet for us, especially with Filch after him."
"I suppose so. I'm worried, that's all."
"What about?"
"In case we're caught. We could get detention, no, worse then that…Ron, they might expel us! Or worse, take away our prefect badges!"
Ron laughed as Hermione began to bite her nails anxiously, and finger her prefect badge.
"Relax. We won't get caught in here-Fred and George have hidden in here plenty of times-we'll just wait for Filch to go and then we'll creep out. Simple! Besides, don't worry about them taking your prefect badge away or expelling you-they're not going to do that after your Owl results!"
Hermione blushed. "I didn't do that well," she said modestly.
Ron snorted. "Yeah, right. You got an Owl in every subject, Hermione! That's terrible!"
Hermione flushed even redder, but said nothing.
2 minutes later…
"Has he still not gone?"
"Nope."
"We're going to get in so much trouble!"
"Only if he finds us. Hey, do you have any Butterbeer?"
Hermione sighed in exasperation. "Ron! Do you honestly think I wander around the school at night carrying Butterbeer in case I get stuck in a broom closet?"
"Just asking."
Silence.
"What about Firewhiskey?"