I, in no way, own, or have any rights to, the concepts that JKR has dreamed up. I'm but a lonely girl, with too much time on her hands, and an unhealthy obsession with the "Potterverse".

A/N: Okay, this is just a drabble written as a challenge to have the phrase, "I know where it is", written in it. Here's what I thought up. I enjoy writing drabbles, and I intend to use this as a place to put them all together.They have nothing to do with eachother, mind you. If you have a challenge for me issue it...I dare you!

Problems with Passwords

Hermione was walking back to the Gryffindor Common Room after a very enlightening study session in the Library. "Gizzarding Fizz Bidders!" she loudly exclaimed to The Fat Lady, who was blissfully dozing away in her portrait. Nothing.

"Excuse me, but I said, Gizzarding Fizz Bidders," Hermione yelled, as she used her wand to knock on the frame of the Fat Lady's portrait. "Hello, are you going to let me in?"

The Fat Lady, startled awake after sharing a few too many bottles of wine with her friend Violet, quietly rubbed her eyes. "What was that? I'm sorry, I didn't hear you," she painfully said to Hermione, her head throbbing with every word. "I must learn to control my impulses," The Fat Lady whimpered as she gently massaged her temples.

"Are you drunk?" Hermione asked, a bit huffy.

The Fat Lady glared at her crossly. "That is none of your business. Now what did you want?"

Getting annoyed, Hermione replied pointedly, "I want to get into the Common Room."

"Well, you'll have to give me the password," The Fat Lady shot back.

Narrowing her eyes, Hermione said, "You're completely insufferable when you're in this state. I don't know why Dumbledore puts up with it. I've already told you twice, Gizzarding Fizz Bidders."

"It wouldn't matter if I had heard you either of the two times you allegedly said it. That's the wrong password."

"It can't be," Hermione scoffed. "I'm a Prefect. I think I, of all people, should know the correct password."

"I, out of anyone, should know the correct password, because I made it up," The Fat Lady sarcastically retorted. "Now if you don't know, move along please."

Hermione began to wonder if she had actually forgotten the password. No, she thought to herself. I distinctly remember her telling me that it was Gizzarding Fizz Bidders, because I thought she'd gone completely daft when I heard it. She looked up to The Fat Lady who was now supporting her throbbing head in her hands, and said, "I'm quite sure it's Gizzarding Fizz Bidders."

The Fat Lady looked up from her silent plea to make her headache go away, and replied, "I'm quite sure it's not. Now leave, you're making my headache worse."

Hermione, mind racing for some way to get The Fat Lady to let her in, remembered she'd seen her write it down. "You could just take a look at the paper you wrote it down on. You know, just to be sure that I'm wrong." She'd decided to try using a little bit of reverse psychology. Hermione pointed to a piece of folded paper on the table next to The Fat Lady's chair, and declared, "It's right over th-."

"I know where it is," The Fat Lady angrily interrupted. She snatched up the piece of paper and looked at it. Eyebrows raised, she hesitantly said, "It seems you were right."

The portrait slowly began to swing open, revealing the entrance to the Common Room.