Broom Closets Don't Hide The Brooms… CH.1

Hermione shimmied out of the portrait hole of her common room late one night, a very unhappy which. It had been a very rough day, starting with a pounding headache for breakfast, and ending with an overstuffed bag of homework for dinner.

Needless to say, neither were very appetizing meals, and despite her exhaustion, she forced herself out of bed and started roaming the halls looking for the kitchen…

…She passed a few rats and ghost on her midnight search, but none of them noticed her. She was glad to. She was trying to be super quiet. Because if she had been caught out past curfew, she would get herself in a lot of trouble. And get points from her house taken away. And probably get a detention. Or maybe three detentions. It would probably get put onto her permanent record. And then she would never be accepted into the wizarding world! She could never get a job! She would live on the street! And…and…and!

She was so focused on what might happen if she was caught, Hermione didn't even realize the little tug in the carpet she was walking on. And tripped. And landed on her butt. Hard. And loud.

She was not happy about the pain, transferred mainly from her stomach, now to her backside.

All of a sudden she heard someone's slimy, evil voice. She recognized its owner before he even rounded the corner. Snape. "Crap!" She got up and looked around franticly for a hiding spot.

Then she spotted it. Hallelujah! A storage closet about twelve feet away was calling her name. She quickly dashed for the door and threw it open, flinging herself inside.

Holding her breath she backed up as far as she could go into the closet, waiting for Snape to pass the door. Hearing another voice beside his, she knew it was Professor McGonagall. Hermione tried listening to what they were saying as they walked passed the closet. "…Oh. Minerva, don't forget to seal that one." "Right. I know".

Hermione face went stark white. They were sealing all of the doors on this floor for the night. Shit. What the heck was she going to do!? She couldn't step out of the closet because they would catch her…But she couldn't just stay there or else she would be trapped till morning! "NO NO NO!!!" she thought "Why must this bloody happen to me?"

In a matter of moments the voices were gone. Hermione waited another minute just to make sure, and then tried the knob. It was looked. From the outside. Looking her in.

"Ok Granger. Think" she said "how am I going to get the bloody hell out of this closet?".

"Tisk tisk tisk Granger, lets watch our language now." Hermione turned around to face the direction in which the voice came from. She reached out to feel someone standing not two feet away from her in the corner of the closet. She touched what felt like a boys face, and her hand was slapped away.

"Don't touch me Granger."…She knew who it was then, and heer stomach did a flip flop in a mixture of seething hatred, and fear of what was going to happen next…"Malfoy".

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