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I've Got Something To Tell You
Ron's POV
Where the hell is Harry?
"Okay, Ron."
I blinked. There she was. I sighed.
"This is the last place we haven't looked."
"Okay." The compartments. We're looking for Harry, in the compartments, alone… "But as soon as we're done, we're getting food, with or without Harry."
"Is that all you ever think about?" she added, walking towards the last sets of compartments.
"No! I think about other stuff!" I retorted.
"I'm sure."
"I do!"
"Yes, yes, Ron. Fine."
"Yeah…" I said slowly. Her hair was distracting me for the second time that day.
The hair bounced on her shoulders and wouldn't stop bouncing. It swung when she turned and covered her face when she tugged at the compartment's handle. It was locked.
"This is him," she finally called back to me, stepping towards another door.It had to be, since it was the very last compartment on the whole bloody train.
I hurried to catch up with her and she pulled the door open easily.
"Hi-" she stopped.
"What?"
"He's not-"
We were both shoved forcefully from behind. I crashed on top of Hermione, which made my face turn very bright, and then the door was shut and locked (I heard the click), leaving us very much in the dark.
"What the bloody hell!" I shouted.
"Ron," Hermione started.
"Don't tell me not to-"
"Could you get off of me?"
"Oh. Er, sorry." I rolled off her.
Hermione sighed. "Thank you."
We were still fairly close though.
"Where are we?"
"The broom closet," Hermione said glumly.
"The what!"
"The broom closet, Ron. You know, where they keep-"
"I know what a broom closet is," I said defiantly.
"Sorry." She sighed.
I did too and sank against the wall.
Hermione stood up and felt around for a moment, before finding a light cord. She pulled it and a dim light flickered on.
"That's better."
She sat down next to me. I couldn't help noticing that she was closer this time.
"So."
"Well, obviously someone has locked us in here."
"On purpose?" I asked.
"No, they accidentally pushed us in and didn't mean to lock the door," Hermione said sarcastically.
I blushed. She couldn't see of course.
Thankfully.
"When will they let us out?"
"I don't know," she replied sharply.
"Oh."
I sighed again, but when I relaxed back, I brushed her hand with mine.
We both felt it. I jumped and Hermione sucked in her breath and gingerly moved her hand.
This was definitely not fair.
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"Hahahahahahahahahahaha snort
Oh.
I need to work on my evil laugh a bit."
Excerpt from Chapter 2
