The Internet and Hogwarts Don't Mix, Hermione!

By: Mari G. (a.k.a. MalfoysGirlfriend)

Chapter 6:

Hermione got up and locked the door, to make sure there would be no more unexpected visitors. She scrambled over to her computer and took off the screen saver. Right there, in black writing, were the words she wanted to see most of all in the world. One new message.

She clicked on it and waited impatiently for it to load. She wanted do bad to get out of Hogwarts and never see any of these people again. Then a thought struck her. What would everyone think of her? Hermione, the smartest witch in school, ran away from her problems with a person she doesn't even know? She could just imagine the rumors about her flying the way they did in her 4th year when everyone thought she and Harry had a relationship. That rumor wasn't so bad, but this one. This one would ruin her reputation for life. She would be thought as a slut apart from being an antisocial bitch. It didn't seem to matter anymore, though. She wanted to get away and fast. The message popped on the screen…

Hermione,

I know where Kings Cross Station is so I'll pick you up tomorrow midnight. Meet me beside Platform 10.

Mike

This was it. Her ticket to freedom. She was officially going to get out of hell, and enter paradise. Hermione was so excited about leaving that she took out a duffel bag and started packing her things. She wasn't about to take her school trunk since it was way too heavy and she would need to be swift to escape. Her eyes fell on her wand and she hesitated. Mike was most probably a muggle. She couldn't just take her wand and assume he wouldn't ask. Hermione thought for a few minutes and decided that the most logical thing to do was to take her wand since she would be by herself, and to walk around on the school grounds without it would be a death wish (which she obviously had but she wanted to get to the train station alive). She kept it out on her bed since she would be needing it for class tomorrow. Her last day of school…

It was hard for her to think about it and it brought a wave of fresh tears to her eyes. She was actually going to miss her teachers, even Professor Snape, as mean as he may be. Hermione started to have flashbacks of her previous school years. She thought of her babyish fights with Ron and Harry, of all the times the three of them were in the library studying together, of roaming around the castle at night under the invisibility cloak. This time, only one of them would be sneaking out and not returning. Without realizing it, she was crying.

After a few hours of fitful sleep she got up and dressed in her Hogwarts robes. She swung her book bag over her shoulder, picked up her wand and went down to breakfast. She walked into the Great Hall and saw Ron and Harry waving her over to the Gryffindor table. This, she knew, was how she was going to picture them forever. She smiled a fake smile and went to sit next to Harry.

"Good morning," Harry greeted her while reaching for his pumpkin juice.

"Not really," she replied.

"It wasn't a question," said Harry.

"Well, this isn't a good morning and no morning from here on will be good for me so greet me saying 'Bad Morning', ok?" she replied smartly. Then she remembered this was her last breakfast at Hogwarts…

"Cheers to that, Hermione," said Ron, raising his pumpkin juice. She scoffed at him and stuck out her tongue.

"Considering your usual routine of sulking in the morning, this must be one of your good moods," said Ron.

"Leave her alone Ron," said Harry, grinning.

The rest of the day went smoothly from there. Hermione got through all her classes without bursting into tears. It was hard to watch all her teachers teach her for the last time. She felt like she was condemned to the electric chair, yet she knew this was the right thing for her. She had to be where she felt comfortable and loved, and she felt her happiness lay in Mike. By dinner time she started to feel confident in herself and sat through the whole thing. She walked back to the Gryffindor common room with Harry and Ron and, as usual, headed up to her room. Hermione checked that she had everything she needed packed. She had carefully packed her laptop between her clothes so it wouldn't break or get damaged in any other way.

She looked at the room and sighed. Now all that was left to do was wait until everyone was in their dormitories and she would sneak out. The time was getting closer and closer. In a few hours it would be "Good-bye Hogwarts, Hello Mike". Her mind wandered to Harry and Ron and how worried they were going to be. "They're not going to worry about you. They'll probably be glad you left," she thought sadly to herself. Hermione shook that thought out of her head and decided to write them a farewell letter.

10:00 P.M.

Hermione stuck her head out of her dormitory room and looked left and right. The coast was clear so she quickly and quietly went down the stairs to the common room which, to her great relief, was empty. She crossed it quickly and pushed open the portrait hole and again looked left and right. The hallway was empty. Chances were that if she took her time getting to the front doors she would be caught either by Filch or Mrs. Norris. Counting to three she leapt out of the common room and made a bolt for the front doors, taking sharp turns and running down staircases. She met nobody on the way and when she reached the front doors she let out a breath she had been holding in. Hermione knew from experience that the front doors made a loud creaking sound unless you opened them slowly. She also knew that she didn't have much time. Slowly she turned the knob on the door and pushed it slightly. She wouldn't have to open them all the way. They creaked.

She held her breath once more. Nobody ever disturbed the hallway. Hermione panicked and to her horror she heard rushing footsteps. She pushed the door open and ran across the grounds, leaping into a bush to hide herself. She felt like crying but didn't dare make a noise. Even the grounds were silent. More silent than the hallways of Hogwarts had been. It was very peculiar.

"Those drated children! They always playing jokes on me. I swear, when I get my hands on this one it's detention for a week!" she heard Filch say to Mrs. Norris. He was carrying a torch and wearing a look of disgust. Hermione trembled at the fury in his voice, therefore making the bush shake slightly.

"What do we have here?" said Filch approaching the bush. Hermione saw his feet moving closer and closer.

"Come out now and I will give you a lighter punishment. Maybe 6 days in detention…" he offered. Hermione wasn't about to let her chance of freedom escape. She remained in the bush and hugged her knees to her.

"Alright then. Have it your way," he said, walking briskly over to the bush and reached out a hand to part it.

"Mr. Filch!" said a voice from the front doors. Hermione recognized it as Professor Dumbledore's voice.

"Yes Headmaster?" said Filch, turning away from the bush.

"I was wondering if you could fetch me some lemon drops at the muggle supermarket," said Dumbledore, then he added, "What are you doing out here so late?"

"I heard a student try to escape. It seems that they are hiding in this here bush," he said with a grin. Hermione had her wand out and she was thinking of a way out of this situation.

"Serpentina," she whispered, and a snake she conjured popped out of the bush. She could just imagine the look on Filch's face at that moment.

"It seems, Mr. Filch, that your imagination is betraying you," said Dumbledore with a smile.

"I could have sworn…" started Filch, but stopped. Hermione knew he thought he was fighting a losing battle.

"Mr. Filch, these doors are very old and in need of adjusting. The slightest wind will open them nowadays," said Dumbledore.

"I will fix them," said Filch.

"I would appreciate that and also some lemon drops," said Dumbledore, eyes twinkling.

"Yes, right away."

Hermione heard Dumbledore close the front doors and Filch open a small wooden shed next to the castle. He took out a bicycle and rode off towards Hogsmeade leaving Hermione alone in the bush. She quickly crawled out and took off again towards the Hogwarts Express which left to Kings Cross Station at 10:30. Usually you needed a pass to get on the train, but because she was such a good student she figured she could go on without it. Then again, she could always stowaway.

Harry went to bed early that day because of harsh Quidditch practice. They had a game against Slytherin in a couple of weeks and needed practice. A sharp pain shot through his scar and he sat up in bed, drenched in sweat. Something wasn't right, he could feel it. He reached for his glasses and put them on. Harry knew that every time a pain shot through his scar there was trouble. To be more specific, trouble with Voldemort.

"Ron," he hissed, "Are you asleep?"

"I was, until you woke me up," Ron hissed back.

"My scar hurt," said Harry. This made Ron sit up in bed and stare at Harry.

"You're kidding," he said.

"I'm not," said Harry, rubbing his scar.

"Every single time your scar hurts it's you-know-who. Why can't he just leave you alone?"

"He's got issues."

"Every year it's the same bit. We always have some mystery to solve, get detention on the way to the solution, and get ourselves badly injured by the end of the year," said Ron shaking his head.

"What do I do now?" asked Harry.

"Go ask Hermione."

"Yeah right. She looked ready to kill all day and I'm going to go wake her up. I'll take my chances with Voldemort."

"Go ask her. If she kills you then you're better off," said Ron grinning.

"Fine, but you're coming with me."

Ron looked sleepy and groggy but followed anyway. They quietly snuck up the girls dormitory and knocked on Hermione's door. They crept in and as soon as their eyes adjusted to the dark, they saw her bed empty. Harry walked over and examined it, thinking the dark was playing tricks on him.

"Hey Harry, where's Hermione?" asked Ron slowly.

"Do I look like I know?" Ron ignored him.

"Look, she left a letter," said Ron, a little numb with shock. Harry snatched it up and tore it open. As he was reading it his eyes widened.

"What does it say?" asked Ron.

Cliffhanger

To Be Continued…

(A/N: Ok, I got a whole lotta reviews saying they hate Ron. Ron is just ignorant and he is in the Harry Potter book series. I got a certain letter in my e-mail from someone who was extremely rude about my story. That person will go to hell. The rest of you nice people have a special seat in heaven. So what I'm trying to say is Thank You for not being rude and reviewing my story. If you have a story on or anywhere else for that matter tell me in your review. I love reading Fanfiction of all shapes and sizes. Also, again I tell you that if you want to be notified when there are chapter updates leave your e-mail in your review or if you don't then leave it out. For Draco lovers: I Love Draco. I wanted this to be a Hermione/Draco Fic but I'm afraid there a more H/H fans then H/D fans. Tell me in your review which one are you a fan of because I am editing my other chapters (as in chapters later than this. I'm NOT changing the already posted ones) and I am considering a change.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry or The Sopranos from the previous chapters. Harry Potter belongs to Warner Brothers and The Sopranos belong to HBO or whoever. SO DON'T SUE ME!!!!!!!!