A/N: Just a silly 100 word drabble that was the product of severe writer's block :)
Disclaimer: Sadly, I am not J.K. Rowling.
Hermione sat at a desk in the library, anxiously tapping her quill against her chin. Occasionally she glanced around the library as though looking for something. She got up and ran as fast as
she could to Gryffindor Tower. She clambered through the portrait hole, and bounded up the stairs leading to the boys' dormitory. Hermione thrust open the door and took a flying leap onto
Harry's bed.
"What the hell, Hemione?" he muttered. "It's two in the morning!" Hermione's eyes gleamed manically as she dramatically swiveled her head to face Harry.
"I am on the search for… a plot!"