She couldn't move.
Of this she was sure.
But she could breath, and she didn't appear to be in any real danger.
She was alone in the abandoned corridor that no one uses, on her back, stuck to the floor.
Her forearms were free, but from her elbows up, she was stuck to the floor. She tried to get to her wand, but in her new teaching robes she needed to reach much further to get to the pocket.
She sighed. Screaming for help wouldn't work. The corridor was rarely, if ever used, unless there's an emergency.
Last time it was used was in the war a few years ago.
The corridor wasn't on any map of the school, so students who were to be hidden were put there.
The hall smelt dusty and unused, and the ground was cold through her robes.
She tried to twist her head to see what was holding her down, but her hair was held fast.
Suddenly she heard a noise. Like a hum. No, it was someone singing...
Peeves.
Of course.
He must be behind this.
My god he was singing loud.
"OHHH I TRICKED
SNAPEY
AND STOLE HIS BREW
NOW IT'S EVERYWHERE
WHAT SHALL WE
DO?
OH SNAPEY'S MAD
AND
CHASING ME TOO!
HE'S NOT GUNNA CATCH ME!
I'M FASTER THAN YOU!"
Hermione pulled her head up as far as she could and looked down her body towards the direction of Peeves.
She wished she could reach her ears to plug them from that horrible singing.
Peeves came into view after a while, spinning around and flying... He hovered over her and blew a raspberry at her, then flew off, singing louder still.
She closed her eyes and waited for it to stop, but instead felt something slam down ontop of her. Her breath was knocked out and she coughed and choked.
Opening her eyes to see what had been thrown on top of her, she came face to face with Severus Snape, who had apparently tripped and fallen directly ontop of her.
She whimpered.