Chapter 7- The Meeting
"What hour are we in now," George asked.
"It's almost 4th, why?" Lee asked.
"It happens," Fred answered out of nowhere.
"Exactly," George replied, "well I'm off."
"Later," Lee shrugged and walked off in the general direction of the library with Fred.
"Don't have too much fun, I like my eyes," Fred called over his shoulder half way down the hall.
George checked his watch and saw he had a few minutes until the hall would be filled with students changing classes. If he were to get into the Room of Requirement unnoticed he would have to run to the seventh floor now, so he took off at a dead sprint, straight into a solid wall. Fortunately the wall was a secret passage that took him to the sixth floor corridor just one staircase away from the room. He got into the room just as the bell rang ending classes.
After getting his breath back, George looked around the room to see what it gave him this time. Large leather couch was in the middle of the small cozy room, in front of a warm glowing fire. A small coffee table that you would find in muggle homes was in front of the couch, with a map of Hogwarts, two cups of tea, and parchment and quills were set on it.
It looks like I'm in for a lesson, George thought to himself.
Ten minutes of pacing around George heard a noise come from the wall and seconds later a very red Hermione hurtled into the room and slammed the door closed. She turned around and caught George's eyes, blinked and then stumbled over to the couch and collapsed onto it.
"So did the pasty get you that exhausted?" George curiously asked. He had never seen anyone react like that after taking fever fudge.
"No, but bloody running from Peeves after a fever of a hundred or so did," Hermione panted. "Just give me a minute" she added before chugging a flagon of water that had appeared on the table.
After a few seconds of George awkwardly standing there he moved to sit next to Hermione and started stroking her hair. She looked up at him and smiled, no longer a violent shade of fuchsia. "So, erm, well what didja have planned?" George asked, not wanting to sound too eager.
"I'm glad you asked," Hermione grinned mischievously, which slightly scared George.
"Who's been bothering you so very much recently?" she asked.
"Who else other than the usual, old Filtchy- boy, Snaper-bottoms, and of course the lovely--" "Ronniekinns" Hermione joined in simultaneously finishing with George his thought.
"Ah," said George catching on to what Hermione was planning. "We have a target, do you have a plan?" he asked with a malicious grin.
"What is the worst day you have ever had?" Hermione asked.
The remainder of the hour was spent planning. It if were a normal room their laughter would have been heard all the way down the hall, just thank the founders of Hogwarts for the Room of Require.
