Hermione went through her bag one more time. She couldn't find it. The manuscript she had been working on was gone. Looking over to Ron and Harry, who were playing wizard's chess, she tried to figure out who would be the likely culprit. Harry wouldn't, she knew he wouldn't.

Harry had already read everything she had written so far. It had all been his idea to write these in the first place. That had been a rather interesting conversation during the Christmas Holidays. She staid with him while everyone else had left for the holidays, including Ron and Ginny. She couldn't help but snicker at it, who would have thought that the famous Harry Potter had a bad boy fetish. They had been running around since Christmas Holidays finding the best spots to come up with those fantasies.

Harry's had been a little more raunchy and a lot more sadistically malicious than hers. Not to mention, Harry tended to swing both ways. He wanted to top as well as bottom. The only problem was neither one of them thought Ginny was able to do this with him. Ginny was just too sweet and straight laced. The same as Ron.

Which Hermione was now glaring at. Ever since they broke up before Christmas, he had been finding ways to nag and pick and get back her. He was also jealous that she and Harry tended to run off every Friday night. Which would be happening in a few short minutes from now. They were just waiting on curfew. She was taking Harry with her to go to patrol the halls and go scout out some more rooms for ideas. Only problem was she had wanted to let him read lesson three. That was the other thing they did. They also swapped every three weeks for each other to read.

"Check Mate!" Ron yelled. "You might actually beat me one of these days."

Hermione snarled at him.

"I doubt it." Harry got up and grabbed his bag.

"Where you off too?" Ron asked.

"With Hermione, you know. Our other friend." Harry said.

Hermione watched as Ron turned and glowered at her. She scowled right back at him.

"I could give you detention Harry. It is after curfew." Ron told him as he crossed his arms over his chest. His neck already running red and flush as his anger was coming up.

Harry busted out laughing. "Good one. You going to spank me too."

Hermione smiled at Harry because that was one comment that always had Ron disgusted and shutting up as he stalked up to the boy's dorm room. Harry came over to her.

"We ready?" Harry asked her with a grin.

Hermione grabbed her bag. She wasn't about to say anything in the common room. They were the only two who knew about the stories. She grabbed his arm and out they went. Once outside the common room and down the hall away from the portrait which was a bloody busy body she started talking softly to him.

"I can't find it." Hermione confessed to him.

Harry looked at her. "Can't find what?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I can't find my manuscript. I've checked my bag twice already."

She watched as Harry's eyes got big and his mouth dropped open. Now he was fully comprehending the situation.

"Oh shite." Harry's face was flushed red.

"Do you still have yours?" Hermione asked.

Harry opened his bag and pulled his out. "Right here." He gave her a wicked grin.

Hermione slapped his upper arm a few times. "Put it away. We don't need yours going missing as well."

He snickered as he put his back in his bag. "Where did you have it last?"

"In my bag. It always stays in my bag, unless I'm working on it." Hermione stated. "You think I would leave anything like that just laying around."

They turned the corner and kept walking and started down the stairs.

"That's really scary. Are you sure it couldn't have fallen out some place?"

Hermione thought about it. "I did drop my bag in the library today. The seam split open. I fixed it and then shoved everything back in real quickly."

"Let's check the library. It wouldn't hurt." Harry offered.

"Alright." Hermione told him.

She knew as long as Harry was with her, he wouldn't be getting into trouble being out after curfew. Besides, they had been stopped by several teachers, and no points had ever been deducted for it. She just couldn't stand patrolling the halls with Ron anymore and over the past seven weeks he had not done one patrol at all. Professor McGonagall had basically given her permission for snagging Harry and taking him with her, so it was all covered.

Once they were down on the floor where the library was they opened the doors. The library was rather daunting at night, but it was also one of her most favorite rooms in the whole castle. Harry started looking on one side while she started looking around on the other. It was easier to look it over quickly since they had split up. Hermione threw up her hands in disgust. It wasn't here. She walked over to where Harry was now sitting up on the main library desk looking around with that goofy grin on his face. Hermione rolled her eyes, she knew that grin. Harry was off in la la land and imagining all sorts of things.

"Stop that." Hermione told him as she slapped his leg.

Harry moaned and lay back on the desk. "I'm telling you Hermione, you could top if you wanted to."

Hermione groaned at him and then sat down beside him. "That is just it Harry. I don't want to. We've had this discussion before."

"Oh you tease." Harry said playfully.

Hermione snickered at him and lay back on the desk as well. "I'm dead Harry. You realize how dead I am if I can't find that."

Hermione looked over at him and Harry turned his head towards her. "No offense, but I'm keeping mine with me. No swapping tonight. The last thing I need is for mine to get out."

They both laughed hard at that thought. Harry was always getting into trouble and none of it his fault. Some of the times at least. This was one time Hermione didn't object not to read his manuscript. He had a very good point.

"Did you check Madam Pince's desk?" Hermione asked as she grimaced at the thought of Madam Pince reading it.

"Yes. First place I looked." Harry said. "If someone just picked it up then you can bet it has been read Hermione."

Hermione groaned, she already had a feeling it was going to come to this.

"You better hope and pray Professor Snape hasn't gotten a hold of that yet. Can you just imagine the look on his face?" Harry asked sadistically.

Hermione reached over and shoved him off the desk as Harry started laughing. Hermione sat up and scowled at him. "You better hope it doesn't get to him Harry. I'll throttle you to within an inch of your life. This was all your idea."

Harry grinned at her and started hopping away from her. "Oh baby don't tease me. Come get me."