A/N: space AU that might only make sense to me
Hermione scuffs her beat up boot against the metallic floor, forgoing her usual excellent posture in the face of her tiredness. "I can't believe I'm sitting in space jail with you," she eyes her companion chained in the adjacent cell, "of all - people."
"Though I s'pose you're not people," Hermione sighs, fingers aching for her weapon or - something.
A rustle, some creaking, but she gets no more response than that. She drops her head back against the wall, "You really need to keep your responses down," her eyes drift closed, "If they know you're - "
Her train of thought is cut off as a few yelps ring from down the corridor, followed by a familiar shout, "We're coming 'Mione!"
"Get ready for our victorious exit," Hermione says with a smile, and the vehicle winks a headlamp at her - as much as possible - already floating a bit in anticipation.
"We're ready," she nears the bars and grips them impatiently, "Better have what we came for, boys."
The Anglia toots cheerily in agreement and Ron finally rounds the corner, "Got the bloody stone and managed to pick up something else along the way. He tilts his head just as Harry rounds the corner, a more diminutive Weasley thrown over his shoulder.
Ginny's got her elbow propped against Harry's back, "Welcome back Hermione - please tell your brutish cohorts to release me."
Ron fishes a stolen ring of key cards from his pocket and begins testing them on the lock in quick succession while Harry pats Ginny's hip, "I'll let you down when we've got your word about running off. It's dangerous for you to be out and about."
"Says one member of the infamous trio each with a price on their head higher than the last," Ginny sighs, but pats his shoulder, "I won't run."
"Please do stay," Hermione says as they all pile into the Anglia and Ron brings it to life after a few tries, "We really could use a mechanic."