Title: Something Overheard

Summary: Harry and Hermione hear some things they wish they hadn't.

Notes: I like it. Been wanting to write this for a while now.

Feedback: Yes please. If I don't know what was bad, it ain't ever gonna get better.

~Something Overheard~

Harry needed to find Ron. Instead, he found Hermione in the Gryffindor common room doing, what else, homework. Harry rushed up to the bushy-haired girl.

"Hermione," he said slightly out-of-breath, "where's Ron?"

Hermione placed her quill down. "I don't know. Can I help you?"

No." Harry shook his head. "He promised that we'd do our Divination homework together. Otherwise, it becomes an insurmountable task of boredom."

"Well in that case," Hermione said lightly, "I'll help you look for him. I need to take a break anyway."

She put her many books away, and together they set off in search of Ron in the myriad hallways of the castle. Turning round a corner of an infrequently used hall, they saw a flash of red hair duck into a class at the far end.

Harry assumed that it was Ron. It was a safe assumption since the only other Weasleys at Hogwarts were Fred, George and Ginny. It couldn't be Ginny because the person in the hall was male. And it was doubtful that it was Fred or George since one was rarely seen without the other.

Hermione and Harry reached the approximate spot where Ron had disappeared. At first they were unsure which room their friend had gone in. Then they heard a grunt come from behind a closed door. Curious, each teen put an ear to the door and listened.

"C'mon Draco. Put your back in it."

::grunt:: "Don't you think I'm trying Weasley."

"God! Pull harder!"

Harry and Hermione turned and looked at each other with eyes widened in shock. However, both went back to listening through the door.

"Look. ::pant:: I think it's stuck."

"Let the master try then."

::pause::

::pause::

"Those hands sure are a lot more nimble than they look."

::smirk:: "You like what they're doing then?"

"Well, I can think of a few more creative uses for them. But what they're doing now is good."

::longer pause::

"You realize that this is really turning me on."

"Yeah, well. I'm just talented like that."

::groan::

::small pause, heavy breathing::

"Still stuck?"

"Still stuck."

"Would the master like some, er, help with that?"

"Fine. Go ahead. I'd like to see what you can do."

::scuffle, shift::

::pause::

"Ew, Ron. When was the last time these got washed?"

"You're the one who put their mouth on it. What did you expect? A lemony-fresh scent?"

"No. But certainly not anything this bad."

"You could give up if you want."

::muffled:: "I never give up."

::snort::

::pant, pant::

"I still can't believe you put your mouth there."

"It was an idea."

"Which didn't work and was really gross."

"I don't see you coming up with any brilliant plans."

"Hmm."

"Uh-oh. I don't like that sound. What are you thinking?"

::pause::

::pause::

"I've got it. You grab this end and I'll grab here."

"Now what?"

"I wasn't done. Now we pull."

"This is the plan?"

"Yes."

::mumble:: "This is just stupid."

"Pull on three. One...Two...Three."

::grunts, groans, and other sounds of strain::

Hearing things behind the door reaching a climax, Harry stopped listening and sprinted down the hall, getting as far away as he could. Hermione, seeing that Harry had abandoned her, mimicked him. Behind the door, there was a triumphant "aha!" followed by a loud pop.

"So, Draco, what do you want to do now?"

"Nothing."

"Huh?"

"Getting that damn knot out of your shoe has exhausted me."

"Oh. Sorry."

"Ron, why couldn't I use my wand to untie that thing?"

"Muggle Studies. I have to last two weeks without using my wand. Except in class of course."

"Which still leaves the question why couldn't I use my wand?"

"I'm not allowed to get anyone else to use theirs for me."

"Your teacher wouldn't have known!"

"Shh! Yes, he would have. I swear to you he's got spies or something everywhere."

"Whatever. We should be getting back. Someone's going to wonder where we are pretty soon."