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Lying in bed that night, Harry's mind wandered to Hermione, after half an hour of dreaming about Cho. He remembered her mysterious appointment with Prof. McGonagall, and wondered where she was. Come to think of it, he hadn't seen her since she had left so abruptly.
Meanwhile, Hermione was trudging down the halls on her way to Gryffindor tower. Hermione sighed. It had been a long day. She knew Harry wouldn't be up, but she wished he could be there to listen to her troubles. Lately, though, he seemed to be preoccupied. She and Harry had grown closer than ever with the magical speech, but all he seemed to care about anymore was Quidditch, Ron, and Cho Chang. Hermione knew she shouldn't, but she hated Cho Chang's guts. Hated her because, well, she was smart, sporty, and beautiful. And worst of all, even though she didn't want to admit it, was because Harry liked her. She had met Cho. She would admit she was one of the nicest girls she knew. That was the problem.
Hermione shook her head. What was she doing, thinking her darkest thoughts in a corridor at 2 A.M.?
Suddenly she felt a shove from behind and was pitched forward onto the ground. She looked up. It was Peeves.
"Student out of bed!" he whooped, loop-the-looping gleefully. He did a little jig, and bowed to Hermione, who was brushing off her robes as she stood up.
"I've got a pass, Peeves," she said wearily, showing him the red slip with McGonagall's signature. Then, someone tapped Hermione on the shoulder. It was Filch.
"What are you doing out of bed, young lady?" He asked, his breath hot on her neck. His hand was still on her shoulder. She whirled around. Now, his bony hand rested on her breasts. She took a step backwards.
"I've got a pass." She mumbled, shoving it at him. He inspected it carefully.
"All right, you may go," he said slowly. Hermione practically ran the rest of the corridor. When she reached the end, she turned to look back. He was still standing there, staring at her.
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The next morning, Harry got up early to study for a Potions exam that he would be taking the next day. Then, there was a knock on the door. It was Ron, who wanted to study with him. They went to the girls' dormitory to find Hermione. Instead, they found Lavender, who looked worried.
"Have you seen Hermione?" Ron and Lavender said at exactly the same moment. Lavender's face got even more distressed looking. "She got in late last night. She had nightmares all night long," she said pointing to Hermione's bed. "She was thrashing around and screaming in her sleep." Harry gazed at Hermione's bed. The covers were a tangled mess. "I tried to talk to her this morning. But she wouldn't even look at me! Last I saw of her, she was leaving the common room."
Ron and Harry looked at each other. Ron shrugged.
"You still want to study in the library?" he asked.
"No thanks," said Harry. "I think I'm going to take a walk in the snow." Ron shrugged again.
"Alright, see you." Harry climbed out of the portrait hole and found his way to the Great Hall. He left out the big front doors and jogged down to the lake. There, he found Hermione.
Lying in bed that night, Harry's mind wandered to Hermione, after half an hour of dreaming about Cho. He remembered her mysterious appointment with Prof. McGonagall, and wondered where she was. Come to think of it, he hadn't seen her since she had left so abruptly.
Meanwhile, Hermione was trudging down the halls on her way to Gryffindor tower. Hermione sighed. It had been a long day. She knew Harry wouldn't be up, but she wished he could be there to listen to her troubles. Lately, though, he seemed to be preoccupied. She and Harry had grown closer than ever with the magical speech, but all he seemed to care about anymore was Quidditch, Ron, and Cho Chang. Hermione knew she shouldn't, but she hated Cho Chang's guts. Hated her because, well, she was smart, sporty, and beautiful. And worst of all, even though she didn't want to admit it, was because Harry liked her. She had met Cho. She would admit she was one of the nicest girls she knew. That was the problem.
Hermione shook her head. What was she doing, thinking her darkest thoughts in a corridor at 2 A.M.?
Suddenly she felt a shove from behind and was pitched forward onto the ground. She looked up. It was Peeves.
"Student out of bed!" he whooped, loop-the-looping gleefully. He did a little jig, and bowed to Hermione, who was brushing off her robes as she stood up.
"I've got a pass, Peeves," she said wearily, showing him the red slip with McGonagall's signature. Then, someone tapped Hermione on the shoulder. It was Filch.
"What are you doing out of bed, young lady?" He asked, his breath hot on her neck. His hand was still on her shoulder. She whirled around. Now, his bony hand rested on her breasts. She took a step backwards.
"I've got a pass." She mumbled, shoving it at him. He inspected it carefully.
"All right, you may go," he said slowly. Hermione practically ran the rest of the corridor. When she reached the end, she turned to look back. He was still standing there, staring at her.
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The next morning, Harry got up early to study for a Potions exam that he would be taking the next day. Then, there was a knock on the door. It was Ron, who wanted to study with him. They went to the girls' dormitory to find Hermione. Instead, they found Lavender, who looked worried.
"Have you seen Hermione?" Ron and Lavender said at exactly the same moment. Lavender's face got even more distressed looking. "She got in late last night. She had nightmares all night long," she said pointing to Hermione's bed. "She was thrashing around and screaming in her sleep." Harry gazed at Hermione's bed. The covers were a tangled mess. "I tried to talk to her this morning. But she wouldn't even look at me! Last I saw of her, she was leaving the common room."
Ron and Harry looked at each other. Ron shrugged.
"You still want to study in the library?" he asked.
"No thanks," said Harry. "I think I'm going to take a walk in the snow." Ron shrugged again.
"Alright, see you." Harry climbed out of the portrait hole and found his way to the Great Hall. He left out the big front doors and jogged down to the lake. There, he found Hermione.