Chapter 7 – Doop tee doop tee doo the end

Night had fallen. Hogwarts had become quiet. Most students and teachers had had too much to drink and were now sleeping it off.

Four students were silently making their way to the castle.

"Are you sure this is going to work, Hermione?" Ron asked for the umpteenth time.

"Yes, Ronald, I'm sure," Hermione hissed back at him. "Now shut up before we run into Filch!"

They entered the castle and went up to Gryffindor Common Room.

"It's just crazy to think about You-know-who being at Hogwarts," Ron muttered. "In our very own Common Room for Merlin's sake! I'm going to be traumatized for the rest of my life."

Hermione turned around, blinking into the darkness.

"Hang on! Where are Harry and Draco?"

Ron rolled his eyes in despair.

"Not again…"

They doubled back to find the boys snogging each other senseless in a dark corner of the corridor.

"EW! Harry, Malfoy, cut that out or I'll hex you into next year!" Ron pulled Harry away from the Slytherin violently.

"Jealous much, Weasley?" Malfoy taunted, flashing Ron a sexy smirk.

"Do you want us to stop Voldemort or not, Draco?" Hermione hissed angrily.

Draco's face fell.

"Oh. Right."

They snuck into the Gryffindor Common Room, trying to find Voldemort.

"Blimey! He's not here!" Ron said.

Harry went up to their dorm in ecstasy.

"I know where he is… He's been waiting for me all along…"

"Stop him!" Draco hissed, lunging at Harry and grabbing his ankle.

"Draco!" Harry whined. "Let go of me!"

"Shut up, shut up, shut up," Ron whispered furiously.

"We're going to wake everybody up at this rate," Hermione whispered. "Let's get upstairs already."

They found Voldemort in Harry's bed, sleeping like a baby.

"Aww… He's so cute," Harry drooled.

"Cast the spell already," Draco growled at Ron and Hermione.

They took out their wands and aimed them at Voldemort.

"Finite Incantatem!" they yelled in unison.

The curse hit Voldemort with tremendous force. Voldemort's body disintegrated immediately.

Ron and Hermione stared at Harry's destroyed bed for a few moments.

Draco blinked and said indignantly: "What the bloody hell am I doing in Gryffindor dorm? And why am I hanging out with you filth?"

"Sod off, Malfoy," Harry growled at him.

Ron and Hermione turned around and looked at the two rivals.

"That's enough proof for me," Ron stated. "Curse lifted."

"Curse? What are you on about, Weasley?" Draco sneered.

"You don't remember?" Hermione asked incredulously.

"How dare you talk to me, you filthy mudblood," Draco hissed.

"Nope. He doesn't remember," Ron grinned. "Shall we tell him?"

"Tell me what?" Draco asked, suddenly curious.

"He'd never believe you," Hermione said quietly. "You'd better leave, Malfoy."

Draco glared at the Gryffindors and then stomped off.

"Harry? Are you alright, mate?" Ron asked.

Harry nodded slowly.

"I think so… What the hell happened? The last thing I remember is being in Potions with you guys."

"Hogwarts got cursed by You-know-who," Hermione explained. "Luckily, we were able to lift the curse."

"What was Malfoy doing here?"

"Believe it or not, but he kind of helped us lift the curse," Ron said hastily. "He didn't know what he was doing, of course."

"What the hell happened to my bed?" Harry asked, taking in the damage.

"Voldemort," Hermione said. "Let's fix it and then we can all go to sleep."

She cast a repairing charm at Harry's bed.

"Thanks, 'Mione."

"Goodnight," Hermione said and left the dorm.