Disclaimer: Okay, yea I own no copyrights to the characters in this story, the only thing that came from me is the beautiful plot of it. It miraculously sprung from my mind, a scary place mind you, I think it just wanted to get away from other things...

A/N: Okay, so this is my first fic. I really don't know what you'll think of it...so tell me!

Chapter 1: Early Morning Wake-up Call

Waking up in a start from having someone repeatedly poke her in the shoulder Hermione opened her eyes slowly. A red-headed boy was standing over her bed. Sitting up very fast from shock Hermione accidentally head butted the red-headed Weasley boy.

"What the bloody hell was that for?" exclaimed the red-head.
"Well you were standing above me while I was sleeping. And I see Ron's vocabulary has started to rub off on you" Hermione spat back at one of the twins.
"How did you get up here anyway?" she asked interested because no other boy had ever accomplished the feat of getting more than 5 stairs up the girl's dormitory staircase.
"Now if I tell you that, you'd just tell my dear brother Ronnie-kinns and then he'd be up here all the time doing God knows what. And I personally don't want to be that source of information, yet. And Fred's been doing it for a few years to visit Ang…" he trailed off because the pure look of interest Hermione had been giving him.
No one ever paid that much attention to his words at three in the morning, not even Fred. Then again Fred knew what George was thinking anyway so it didn't matter if he paid attention, he was thinking the same thing.

"What? Why'd you stop?" Hermione asked.
"Uh, nothing I gotta go. Night" he stammered.
"GEORGE WEASLEY" Hermione whispered menacingly, "you woke me up in the middle of the night poking me. I want to know why, right now!"
George looked around and whispered back "meet me in front of the fireplace in the common room in ten minutes. Don't wake anyone up" and with that he slid down the stairs.

Hermione rushing around the dormitory woke Lavender up.
"Where is my other slipper… where, where, where the bloody hell is it?!" Hermione was whispering to herself and at that point Lavender decided to speak up,
"uh Mione? Why are you looking for your slipper at three in the morning? Uh…and its right there" she said pointing under Hermione's bed.
"Oh thanks, its nothing I…uh…need a drink of water."
"Hermione? You are a really bad liar" whispered Lavender.
"No I'm really thirsty, and uh, the pitcher's empty." Hermione said lamely pointing to the water jug on the table next to the window.
"Uh huh, right whatever. Look, tell me what you're doing or I'll wake everyone else up and we'll follow you wherever you're going."
With the last sentence Hermione got an idea, why she didn't think of it before she had no idea, her brain wasn't working properly maybe.
As she opened her mouth to pretend to answer she pulled out her wand and cast a sleeping spell on Lavender.
Quickly gathering her other slipper and hurrying out the door she had to walk down the stairs, seen as they changed back from George's departure