Holiday with the Death Eaters
Chapter One
"Harry, wake up," called an impatient voice from the side of Harry's bed.
"Hermione, you're not supposed to be in here. This is the boys dorms. More importantly, why in the hell are you waking me up? It's Saturday! You'd think that me catching the Snitch against Malfoy yesterday would grant me a few priveleges. Such as SLEEPING IN!" Harry yelled.
Harry had only gotten a few hours of sleep and was more than willing to give up his entire Saturday to stay in bed, not moving, until hunger took over and he trudged down to the kitchens. Not that he could actually tell her that though. Then she would want to know just why he had only gotten a few hours of sleep last night since he had left the celebration party early to "go to sleep" as he had claimed.
Truthfully, he had went to bed, only to sneak downstairs after placing a locking charm on his bed curtains to keep anyone from noticing that he wasn't there and come look for him.
That was all he needed. For someone, namely either Ron, Ginny, or Hermione herself to come and find him. They might have caught him in a very compromising position.
A very delicious compromising position thought Harry, shaking off the daze of sleep and letting a small smile display on his lips momentarily before shaking it off too before Hermione got suspicious.
"Harry! Are you listening to me?" Hermione snapped.
Harry realized that the whole time he had been thinking of the late night (and early morning) before, Hermione had been talking to him.
"Sorry, Hermione. Still half asleep, you know. Now, what were you saying?" Harry asked.
"I said that Sirius wanted to speak to you. He's in Remus's rooms. Said that it was important," Hermione said, glaring at Harry.
"Oh, okay," Harry said, getting out of the bed and heading out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom.
He showered off and changed into some of his more comfortable muggle clothes that Sirius had bought him the summer before when Harry had went to stay with him.
As he headed down to Remus's rooms, he let his thoughts flow back through the past year.
Chapter One
"Harry, wake up," called an impatient voice from the side of Harry's bed.
"Hermione, you're not supposed to be in here. This is the boys dorms. More importantly, why in the hell are you waking me up? It's Saturday! You'd think that me catching the Snitch against Malfoy yesterday would grant me a few priveleges. Such as SLEEPING IN!" Harry yelled.
Harry had only gotten a few hours of sleep and was more than willing to give up his entire Saturday to stay in bed, not moving, until hunger took over and he trudged down to the kitchens. Not that he could actually tell her that though. Then she would want to know just why he had only gotten a few hours of sleep last night since he had left the celebration party early to "go to sleep" as he had claimed.
Truthfully, he had went to bed, only to sneak downstairs after placing a locking charm on his bed curtains to keep anyone from noticing that he wasn't there and come look for him.
That was all he needed. For someone, namely either Ron, Ginny, or Hermione herself to come and find him. They might have caught him in a very compromising position.
A very delicious compromising position thought Harry, shaking off the daze of sleep and letting a small smile display on his lips momentarily before shaking it off too before Hermione got suspicious.
"Harry! Are you listening to me?" Hermione snapped.
Harry realized that the whole time he had been thinking of the late night (and early morning) before, Hermione had been talking to him.
"Sorry, Hermione. Still half asleep, you know. Now, what were you saying?" Harry asked.
"I said that Sirius wanted to speak to you. He's in Remus's rooms. Said that it was important," Hermione said, glaring at Harry.
"Oh, okay," Harry said, getting out of the bed and heading out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom.
He showered off and changed into some of his more comfortable muggle clothes that Sirius had bought him the summer before when Harry had went to stay with him.
As he headed down to Remus's rooms, he let his thoughts flow back through the past year.