Black Magic

'Stupid herbology exam, Ron probably stole my text book... I better go get it back.

I was walking down the hallway at a fast pace, until I found myself at the common room door. I whispered the password to the painting of the fat lady "snooty bum", and the door opened with a creak.

I yelled, "Ron, give me back my fucking textbook. I need it for the stupid herbology exam tomorrow!"

Ron ran up to me, his cheeks were blushed a violent shade of red.

"S..s..s.orry Harry, I lost mine, myself. Here ya go" He awkwardly handed the text book out to me, and then rushed out of the common room, while still wearing nothing but his wizard cape.

Later that night, I was laying in my bunk bed, with my wand on lumos (the spell for light), studying for the herbology exam. I flipped open the text book and saw an array of scribbled hearts with the words, 'R+H 3 foreva bitches'

I raised my eye brow, ever so confused. I knew that Ron liked me as a friend but nothing more…

I turned me head to the right. Ron was sleeping ever so soundly. His snore resonated throughout the entire room… It was the cutest thing that I ever witnessed. NO! I cannot think that way! Ron is nothing more than just a friend... He probably doesn't have any feelings for me. The scribbles most likely do not belong to Ron. Stupid Ron…

I flipped to the next page of the textbook, but noticed that several of the other pages were completely torn out. DAMNIT! I don't want to be getting out of bed at this hour. But I had to. If I did not pass this one exam, I would have to re-do this whole semester. I did not want that…

I placed my invisibility cloak over my bare skin and crept down the cool stairway, hoping not to be caught by Filch and his stupid ass of a cat.

I crept down the hallway until I met the library door. I then muttered a spell and the door swung open.

I paced down the isle way, scanning the shelves for the herbology section. I then noticed the book I wanted, and reached out my hand to grab for it. But someone was tugging on it, making me unable to get it into my possession. The tug of war continued… The other person must have been wearing an invisibility cloak, for I could not see who it was and they could not have noticed me either. I pulled again on the book, and soon it was in my hands and I was on the ground. My invisibility cloak lay beside me leaving me bare; while the opponent lay on top of me, revealed with no cloak either…