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Albus Dumbledore stood in the doorway, his blue eyes twinkling as he gazed down at them. Kylie gulped and looked down at the ground, while Brad stared at Dumbledore with his mouth hanging open.
"Well, what a pleasant surprise! I just needed to get a mop to clean up the flood that Moaning Myrtle has made outside of the girl's restroom. Now, why don't you two come on out so I clean up that mess." Kylie, still lookiing at the ground, got up from the over-turned bucket and slumped out of the closet. Brad followed behind her with his mouth still hanging open. Kylie could feel Dumbledore's eyes following her from the back of her head, as she walked on towards the Gryffindor common room.
"It's all your fault, Brad! Butterfingers," Kylie said, saying the password to the Fat Lady. She stepped inside into the common room as the portrait swung open. She wasn't at all surprised that Hermione, Ron, and Harry were sitting in chairs all talking quietly to one another.
"Hi guys!" Kylie said brightly, forgetting about Brad, and joining the three. Hermione smiled and nodded her head in greeting, but Ron and Harry, however, glared at her as she sat down in one of the big, red chairs across from Hermione.
"What's up with you guys?" Kylie said, staring at Ron and Harry. Just then, Brad stepped into the common room, smiled and nodded at everyone, and then sat down next to Kylie. Hermione blushed and quickly turned away.
"Well?" Kylie said impatiently, running her fingers through her hair and watching Ron and Harry suspiciously.
"Nothing that involves you," Ron snapped.
Hermione scowled at Ron and said, "We were just discussing about-"
"Nothing" Harry interrupted, jabbing Hermione with his shoulder, and glowering at her.
Hermione stared at him, crossed her arms and turned away. Brad stared quizzically at all of them and said, "Uh, I'm getting tired. I'm going to hit the showers and then go to dreamland. So, good night."
Kylie stood up, walked over to Brad and pecked him on the cheek. "Good night, Brad."
Brad smiled and whispered in her ear, "Good night, Kyle. Love you."
He was about to start making-out with her, but Kylie whispered urgently, "Not here, not now, Brad! Not in front of everybody watching!" But she giggled, as he kissed her on the lips anyway.
Brad turned around and walked up the steps that lead to the boys dormitory, and Kylie turned to sit back down. She looked back up at Ron and Harry to find that they were looking at her like she was a pile of poop.
"What is UP with you guys?!" Kylie asked, losing her temper.
"NOTHING. JUST NOTHING. WOULD YOU LEAVE US ALONE?" Ron and Harry both shouted.
"Hey, what's going on?"
Neville Longbottom had arrived from the boy's dormitory to check out what the commotion was all about. "People are trying to sleep, you know."
Harry glanced at his watch and said, "I'm going to bed." He got to his feet and brushed past Kylie, while Ron followed behind him. When they disappeared up the stairs, Kylie sighed and turned to Hermione.
"What's up?"
"I can't tell," Hermione said quietly. "They're going to be so mad at me if I do."
Kylie noticed that Hermione's eyes were getting damp. "What's wrong?" she asked softly. Silent tears were now pouring down Hermione's face, and she started to hastily wipe them away with her sleeve.
Bewildered, Kylie went over to Hermione and put an arm around her shoulder. "Come on. Don't cry. Let's get you to bed. Come on." Kylie helped her friend up the stairs and into her dormitory.
Hermione sniffled and said, "Thanks Kylie." Kylie smiled and went over to her own four-poster bed, which was next to Hermione's.
"Good night, Hermione. Sweet dreams. And don't let whatever you're crying about get to you."
Kylie slipped into her nightgown and fell into a deep sleep.
Albus Dumbledore stood in the doorway, his blue eyes twinkling as he gazed down at them. Kylie gulped and looked down at the ground, while Brad stared at Dumbledore with his mouth hanging open.
"Well, what a pleasant surprise! I just needed to get a mop to clean up the flood that Moaning Myrtle has made outside of the girl's restroom. Now, why don't you two come on out so I clean up that mess." Kylie, still lookiing at the ground, got up from the over-turned bucket and slumped out of the closet. Brad followed behind her with his mouth still hanging open. Kylie could feel Dumbledore's eyes following her from the back of her head, as she walked on towards the Gryffindor common room.
"It's all your fault, Brad! Butterfingers," Kylie said, saying the password to the Fat Lady. She stepped inside into the common room as the portrait swung open. She wasn't at all surprised that Hermione, Ron, and Harry were sitting in chairs all talking quietly to one another.
"Hi guys!" Kylie said brightly, forgetting about Brad, and joining the three. Hermione smiled and nodded her head in greeting, but Ron and Harry, however, glared at her as she sat down in one of the big, red chairs across from Hermione.
"What's up with you guys?" Kylie said, staring at Ron and Harry. Just then, Brad stepped into the common room, smiled and nodded at everyone, and then sat down next to Kylie. Hermione blushed and quickly turned away.
"Well?" Kylie said impatiently, running her fingers through her hair and watching Ron and Harry suspiciously.
"Nothing that involves you," Ron snapped.
Hermione scowled at Ron and said, "We were just discussing about-"
"Nothing" Harry interrupted, jabbing Hermione with his shoulder, and glowering at her.
Hermione stared at him, crossed her arms and turned away. Brad stared quizzically at all of them and said, "Uh, I'm getting tired. I'm going to hit the showers and then go to dreamland. So, good night."
Kylie stood up, walked over to Brad and pecked him on the cheek. "Good night, Brad."
Brad smiled and whispered in her ear, "Good night, Kyle. Love you."
He was about to start making-out with her, but Kylie whispered urgently, "Not here, not now, Brad! Not in front of everybody watching!" But she giggled, as he kissed her on the lips anyway.
Brad turned around and walked up the steps that lead to the boys dormitory, and Kylie turned to sit back down. She looked back up at Ron and Harry to find that they were looking at her like she was a pile of poop.
"What is UP with you guys?!" Kylie asked, losing her temper.
"NOTHING. JUST NOTHING. WOULD YOU LEAVE US ALONE?" Ron and Harry both shouted.
"Hey, what's going on?"
Neville Longbottom had arrived from the boy's dormitory to check out what the commotion was all about. "People are trying to sleep, you know."
Harry glanced at his watch and said, "I'm going to bed." He got to his feet and brushed past Kylie, while Ron followed behind him. When they disappeared up the stairs, Kylie sighed and turned to Hermione.
"What's up?"
"I can't tell," Hermione said quietly. "They're going to be so mad at me if I do."
Kylie noticed that Hermione's eyes were getting damp. "What's wrong?" she asked softly. Silent tears were now pouring down Hermione's face, and she started to hastily wipe them away with her sleeve.
Bewildered, Kylie went over to Hermione and put an arm around her shoulder. "Come on. Don't cry. Let's get you to bed. Come on." Kylie helped her friend up the stairs and into her dormitory.
Hermione sniffled and said, "Thanks Kylie." Kylie smiled and went over to her own four-poster bed, which was next to Hermione's.
"Good night, Hermione. Sweet dreams. And don't let whatever you're crying about get to you."
Kylie slipped into her nightgown and fell into a deep sleep.