Written for fun.
J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter.
"Hey, Hermione!" called Fred from across the room. He sounded a bit anxious and frightened, so I quickly walked over to him.
"What's going on?" I asked, standing in front of him.
"We found a dead body in a closet by the Slytherin common room, by the dungeons," he gravely informed me.
My first reaction was to burst into laughter, how could he think that I would actually fall for this?
Upon seeing his annoyed expression, I sighed.
"Really? Do you actually think that I would be stupid enough to fall for that?" I asked, smiling at him.
"But it's true!" cried Fred desperately. "Where do you think George is?"
"Usually he's with you...where is he?" I asked curiously.
"Don't you get it? He is the dead body!"
A single tear slid down his cheek.
"Really?" I asked, but I knew that he could sense my softening.
"It's true! Come on, 'Mione, you've got to help me! They must have killed him!" he clung onto my arm, his weight nearly causing me to fall.
"Come on, Fred, I know that this is just another stupid prank!" I said.
His eyes watered, and I knew that I didn't think that this was a prank.
It's not! screamed an irrational part of me, so I finally gave in.
"Fine," I mumbled, letting him drag me out of the common room.
Once we were in a deserted hallway, I dragged my feet on the ground, so he had to stop.
"I don't believe you," I told him, struggling to not give him a sympathetic look.
"I don't care," he replied stubbornly, then picked me up bridal-style, carrying me down countless flights of stairs and corridors.
He gently set me down, his eyes tender, and he pointed to a door a few feet away from us.
"There," he whispered.
I cautiously walked over to it, slowly opening the door to peek inside.
I screamed bloody murder when I saw a glint of his red hair in the light.
His arm snapped up and pulled me into the closet, and the last thing I saw before the door shut was Fred looking scared, running towards us.
It turned out that he was right.
