AN: IF I REPEATS AGAIN I'LL BE PISSED OFF! Thanks to Keelycal for the review, it makes me feel good about myself to get reviews from you guys, even if its bad.
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The next few days were depressing for Hermione, these were her first detentions ever.
McGonagall had her writing lines. At least it wasn't with the quill that writes with the writers' blood, like Harry had to do with Umbridge.
That was really brave of him to keep all of his pain inside, maybe that's what he's doing now. Bottling up all of his emotions. Maybe this is why he's losing focus.
Hermione was getting desperate, she was weighing all of her options.
She could tell McGonagall, and Harry could be serving detentions with her. That would cheer her up immensely. Or she could try following Harry again. It seemed that the easy choice was…
"Professor, I need to tell you something," Hermione blurted out, halfway through one of her detentions. Her fourth, by her count.
"Yes Ms. Granger?" McGonagall said with an air in her voice that said very clearly, this had better be important.
"I know somebody else who is sneaking around at night," she said, almost regretting the pain she was about to cause Harry.
"Who Ms. Granger, give me names!" she said with her usual stern look.
"It's… it's Harry Professor, hes been sneaking out every night since the beginning of the year," she finished lamely.
A shocked look was replaced by the stern look she was so very used to.
"Isn't Mr. Potter your friend? Why would you tell me this?" she asked rather quickly.
"I'm worried about him Professor, he hasn't been doing his work, participating in Quidditch… I don't know whats happening to him," she said looking serious.
"About what time does he usually leave at night?" she asked quickly.
"Around 11," Hermione said, "what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to catch him, and he's going to be serving the last three detentions with you," she said, "Also, ten points to Gryffindor," she added with a smile, "I know how hard it must have been to tell me this Ms. Granger."
Professor McGonagall let Hermione leave detention fifteen minutes early, so she quickly proceeded to the common room.
She hoped Harry wouldn't hate her after this.
Life would be miserable if Harry hated her, she wouldn't be able to bear it.
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Harry excused himself to go to the bathroom.
"Harry," Hermione called, "I don't think you should go out tonight. What if you get caught?"
"I won't," Harry replied.
As he said this he opened the portrait and stepped outside.
As soon as he closed the portrait he heard an all too familiar voice from behind him.
"Going somewhere, Mr. Potter?"
It was McGonagall, Hermione must have told her.
Harry was so angry with Hermione he felt like running into the common room and hexing her. But his anger subsided quickly. It was hard to stay mad at Hermione.
"Let's skip the boring parts, Mr. Potter," McGonagall said in a bored voice, "Three detentions, starting tomorrow. Have a good night Mr. Potter, and don't let me catch you out late at night again."
Harry couldn't even defend himself, he just stood there watching McGonagall walk away.
He realized this meant no more hideout for a while.
Hermione got what she wanted. Always, almost always anyway, the exception was walking sulkily up to the dormitory, without glancing back.
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The next night Harry and Hermione were writing lines.
Harry wasn't talking to Hermione, which hurt him just as much as it hurt her.
At 9, McGonagall let them go, and they proceeded to the common room.
"Why did you have to do that Hermione?" Harry asked.
They stopped in front of the portrait.
"I was worried Harry, I don't like it when you're on your own, when you could be with Ron and I," Hermione said, with as much care as possible.
"Still, how is giving me detentions going to help?"
"I don't know Harry, but at least you won't be going out anymore," she said.
A strange grin appeared on Harry's face.
"Who said that?" he said mischievously.
And at that, Harry walked into the common room and up to the dormitory.
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December rolled along quickly, as did January.
In February, Hermione received a valentine from a secret admirer.
She wished she knew who it came from, then she could thank them. Hermione was raised to thank anybody who gave her a gift, no matter how small.
In March, they threw Ron a party it was his eighteenth.
Things basically remained normal until May.
Harry had rejoined the Quidditch team. He was back on his top form. They had thrashed Ravenclaw 460-110, and set a school record for most points against Slytherin, 1940-10.
Harry had let the snitch go many times, just to run up the score, and Ron let in the lone goal on purpose because he felt so sorry for them.
Harry decided he could risk going back, but Hermione was ready this time.
When Harry excused himself to leave Hermione hopped up, and followed him, throwing the cloak on as she went.
She always kept the cloak with her, she could now see why Harry was so attached to it.
She beat him down to the dungeons, and saw him turn down the corridor.
Harry stopped, so did she.
Harry muttered something she couldn't hear to the wall, then he walked through it.
Hermione tried to follow but couldn't.
Disappointed, Hermione left the cold, dingy dungeon and raced back to the common room.
There she told Ron what she had discovered.
"There is a secret passageway in the wall in one of the upper dungeon corridors," she told him.
Ron looked interested, "I've never heard of that one before, but maybe Fred and George have. I'll write to them."
"Great! Ask if they know the password too!" Hermione added feeling excited.
Ron pulled out some parchment, a quill, and some ink.
Dear Fred and George,
Hermione and I need to know about a secret passageway in the upper corridor of the dungeons. Where is it, and what is the password. Please respond as quickly as possible as this is urgent.
Ron
Ron checked over the letter he had just scribbled, hoping they would be able to read it.
He sealed the letter, grabbed Pig, and threw him out the window.
He watched Pig zoom through the night sky, southward, towards London.
Ron couldn't help but feel lonelier now that Pig was gone.
Harry was never around anymore.
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AN: I'll try to finish the story by tomorrow, otherwise I won't be updating for at least three weeks. Please R/R REVIEWS ARE FUN!!