Author's Note: This one was written for round two of, quote unquote, "okies writing conest... MORE PREPARED THIS TIME!" Yep. Her rounds go by quick because she seems to have no point to 'em. Yep. This one was sort of rushed as I had forgotten all about the contest and needed to get it in.. Had to start with the sentence, "Hermione wished she could tell them why!"
Hermione's Lie
Hermione wished she could tell them why! It wasn't as if it was wrong, what she was doing- she just knew that they would question her judgment. She was tired of having to sneak into the tower in the middle of the night, and if caught, say she fell asleep in the library studying with Harry's invisibility cloak. So far, she had been lucky that Harry hadn't questioned why she kept needing to take it. For awhile she had even thought he knew.
If only he had known, because then, she wouldn't have to lie. This was so unlike her, and it was taking a lot out of her. She even had to drop a class because she wasn't able to get her homework done. When asked why, of course, Hermione lied- again- and said she been placed in an advanced after-class class. It was becoming so natural, lying that is, and it was beginning to scare her.
Sighing, she pushed all thoughts of lies from her mind, and rounded another corner. The flickering flames of the torches guided her way for her as she walked almost automatically through the corridors. The stone was cold underneath her bare feet- she hadn't bothered to put on slippers, and as she rounded another corner, a staircase came into view. She regretted not wearing any shoes as she stumbled up the stairs in the dim light, stubbing her toes on the hard stone.
A stair case above her moved, the sound of it locking into place sounding through-out the castle. Hermione hurried up the staircase, pulling off to the side to enter a different set of halls. The door was locked- as usual, and Hermione pulled her wand from underneath Harry's cloak, pointing it at the brass handle and whispering, "Alohomora!"
Her wand glowed briefly, and the click of the door sounded around her and she pushed it open, stepping into the dim corridor. This corridor was even darker then before, dust covering the walls and torches, though they still lit up as she stepped into the hall. Several doors lined the walls, each less welcoming then the last.
She hurried down the hall, pulling the cloak from her shoulders and draping it around her arm- she was no longer worried about being seen. This corridor was forbidden, abandoned, and no one would be looking for her here. No one ever did..
Coming up to the third door on the left side, Hermione stopped. She froze, staring at the knob as it began to turn, and she smiled. The door opened, a dark figure standing in the door frame. She couldn't see the person's face, but she knew who it was, and as he grabbed her by her arm and pulled her into the room, all she could do but laugh.
He shut the door behind them with a soft click, and the smell of the abandoned bedroom she had become all to familiar with embraced her. The man pulled her against his chest, kissing her forehead and tightening his arms around her. Hermione smiled, resting her head against his chest, and wrapped an arm loosely around his waist, her other pressed against his chest, her fingers delicately tracing the Slytherin patch on his robes.