Harry glanced at the schedule as he changed into his pajamas. "Divination,
Transfiguration, and Potions." He sighed.
Draco shrugged and said, "Oh, it's not that bad!"
"Not that bad. . . Professor Trelawney always predicts my death every other minute, and Professor Snape hates me!" Harry said unhappily.
"Sucks to be you," Ron said, grinning. Harry grinned back somewhat, knowing Ron was trying to cheer him up. "I'm going to get some sleep so I don't fall asleep in her class! Not that that's a bad thing or anything!" He retreated into the curtained area that was his bed.
"I can think of a way to cheer you up," said Draco, "Why don't we . . ." He purposefully dropped his voice low, and continued, "Plan to do something to Hermione and Ron?"
"Ooooh, good idea!" said Harry happily. He and Draco climbed onto Harry's bed and quickly cast a Silencing Charm on the bed.
"I think that socks idea was simply brilliant," sighed Harry, "We've been getting them good. . . but this is the last week, you know . . ."
"Yeah, I don't know how we can get the last laugh if we have to snog in front of everyone in the Great Hall, one of us in a dress . . ." Draco said.
Harry grinned, "Well, you'll be wearing the dress, now won't you?"
"Why ME?" Draco glared. "Why not you?"
"Because you're going to," Harry said, smiling, "I'll let you wear the green and silver one if it makes you happy."
Draco considered. "Fine. But that doesn't mean I'm wearing the dress yet. It just means that if --IF-- I have to wear it, I'll get to wear the green and silver one too."
"Great!" Harry grinned. "Now, what should we do to them? Maybe if we just do a lot of little things, a big thing will come to us."
"Maybe."
So they sat in silence and thought and thought and thought and thought about what to do to Hermione and Ron. The problem was, neither of them was as smart as Hermione, nor as crafty as her, so no ideas presented themselves for a long while. A
And then Draco said suddenly, "Oh, I know! We should put them to somewhere, or something like that."
"Put them somewhere? Like when, and where?" Harry said, considering.
"Umm, I haven't a clue. A house in Hogsmeade? Make it so they wake up in the same bed, or something?" Draco said, a smile dawning on his face as he realized how well that could work out.
"Oh, that would be great!" agreed Harry, and then something hit him, "How in the world could we manage to do that while they're sleeping?"
"Well. . . we could levitate them, and that would work. . ." Draco said slowly.
"Yeah, but how would we get them out of the castle without anyone seeing?" Harry said. "Oh, we could use my invisibility cloak!"
"Would that cover four people?" Draco asked.
"Hmmmmm, no, it wouldn't. But we could cover Hermione and Ron, and that way it would look much less suspicious . . ." Harry said, thinking, "And we could bring them through the secret passageway --Fred and George showed me that -- and that way we'll almost for sure not be seen."
"Sounds like a plan," Draco grinned, "So then we'll deposit them, where?" He paused, and then answered his own question, "I know a nice abandoned house that we could easily clean up and stick a bed in there," he said.
"Works for me."
Harry and Draco grinned as they thought just how great this would turn out.
"Let's get some sleep now, Harry, and then around midnight we can carry out the plan," Draco suggested, and Harry nodded.
So the two of them cuddled up (awwww) and drifted off to sleep.
~~~
About midnight, Harry woke up, and carefully detached himself from the still sleeping boy. He then leaned over and lightly nipped Draco's ear.
"Hey, that tickles," muttered Draco, still partly sleeping. So Harry did it again, this time letting his tongue run along Draco's ear.
"Wake up," he said softly.
Draco opened his eyes somewhat, and said, "That tickles." As Harry did it yet again, he woke up all the way and said, "Ok, ok, I'm awake! And that tickles!"
Harry grinned and did it one last time, before sitting up. "So, are you ready?"
Nodding, Draco sat up all the way, and rubbed his eyes, "Yeah, yeah, just a moment." He yawned a bit, and then jumped off the bed. Harry followed.
They changed quickly into t-shirts and jeans.
"So," Harry whispered, "Do you know any good sleeping spells so we can be sure they won't wake up?"
"Sure," said Draco. He went up to Ron's bed, pulled back the curtain, and pulled out his wand. He muttered something, and suddenly Ron seemed even more asleep. There wasn't anyway to really explain it; he just looked more asleep.
After that, Draco levitated Ron into the air. "I'll meet you in the common room with Hermione," he said, levitating Ron down the stairs so Harry could control him for the time being.
"Ok." Harry nodded, and amused himself with getting out his invisibility cloak and making Ron do flips.
It wasn't long before Draco came down with Hermione floating behind him, sleeping quite soundly.
"Let's go," he mouthed, and Harry nodded.
After throwing the invisibility cloak over Ron and Hermione (after tying strings to them so that they could know where they were, but the strings were covered by the invisibility cloak enough that it was hard to tell), Harry and Draco snuck quietly out of the common room, and searched for the witch statue.
It took a little while, but luckily no teachers spotted them, and Draco and Harry made it to the witch successfully. While Harry tapped it and muttered the password, Draco got Hermione and Ron lowered from the ceiling so they would be able to float through the hole.
Harry let Hermione and Ron float through first, and then he followed, Draco right after him.
"Ok, it's a bit of a way here," Harry said, "So we've got some time to talk. Where's this house?"
"I can barely see down here," muttered Draco, bumping into Harry, but Harry wasn't sure if that was accidental or not. "Lumos," he added, and his wand lit up, casting a dull light into the tunnel. "Much better."
"Ok, then, so where is the house, now that we can see?" Harry asked, grinning.
"I think it's near the edge of town. . ." Draco said, "I'm not positive, you see, but I will know it when I see it."
"You'd better," sighed Harry. "The last thing I need is to go into someone's house and get cursed into next year."
"Heh heh heh, don't give me ideas," Draco said, grinning broadly.
"Don't even start!" Harry warned Draco, and he made sure that Hermione and Ron weren't scraping the ceiling. "We'll write them a note, of course, though, so they can get to school in time for classes, of course."
"Of course," Draco agreed.
And so they walked until they got to the trapdoor, and they had a pretty interesting time trying to get Hermione and Ron through it without making too much noise, and then getting out the shop, and then they were on the streets.
"It's still really warm out," remarked Harry. "I like the summer a lot. Well, actually, usually I don't, since I'm spending it with my Aunt and Uncle, but times like these make the summer worth it."
"Heh," said Draco, "I like the winter a lot. It's really pretty."
They grinned as they continued to walk.
"There!" said Draco, pointing, "That's the house!"
It looked decent enough; it was a small, one story house, white with brown trim, and a neat enough lawn. It was obviously deserted, however, Harry could tell when they got inside. It was very dusty.
"D'you know any good cleaning spells?" asked Draco.
"Ummmm," said Harry, trying to remember anything Hermione had told him. After a minute, he muttered something, and the dust disappeared, and the furniture got polished and looked nicer. "That work?"
"Perfect. Let's go to the bedroom." Draco said.
The house had a kitchen, a living room, and a bedroom. The bedroom had light blue walls, dark blue carpet, and several pieces of furniture, including a bed, a night table, a wardrobe, and a desk.
Harry muttered the spell again, and the room cleaned up some. Harry and Draco, nonetheless, rearranged the furniture some. After transfiguring some ratty blankets into beautiful blue silk sheets and pillows, and setting up the bed, they unceremoniously dropped Hermione and Ron on it.
Draco rearranged Hermione so she was glomped onto Hermione and Ron was holding her.
"I think this will turn out nicely." Harry said, surveying their work. "So, tell me, when will they wake up?"
"When they normally do; the spell I used only makes it impossible for them to wake up for a few hours. Speak of which, those hours are almost up, so we should write the note and go."
"Right."
So they quickly composed a note and left it in a very noticeable spot (tied to the door) and ran back to Hogwarts. Once back, they went back to sleep in Harry's bed, anxious to see what would happen tomorrow.
~~~
Indeed, they were so anxious they even woke up a half hour earlier than normal, and went down for breakfast before everyone. Ron was not in his bed.
"I wish we could see the expressions on their faces . . ." sighed Harry. Draco nodded.
~~~
In the blurry fogginess that one always has when first waking up, Hermione felt something next to her; a warm something, and a very nice warm something. So she cuddled up to it, smiling.
Ron, too, was slowly waking up. He felt something wrapped around him, and smiled, feeling very comfortable.
And then he opened his eyes. And then she opened his eyes.
And then they screamed loudly.
"Ron??"
"Hermione?"
"Why are we here?" they both said at the same time.
Hermione shook her head, and sat up. She took notice of her surrounding. "We're in . . . some bedroom . . ."
"I don't remember coming here . . . do you?" Ron asked.
"Not a clue." Hermione looked around. "Not a bloody clue. Not one."
"Same here," Ron agreed. He looked around. "If we're still in our pajama's, does that mean we came here at night?"
"I remember going to sleep in my bed . . . sleepwalking, perhaps?" Hermione said.
"Doubt it. Let's go see outside." Ron suggested.
He and Hermione got out of the bed, and Hermione noticed the note on the door. She grabbed it and opened it. And groaned.
She read aloud,
" 'Dear Hermione and Ron,
Heya! Bet you can't guess what happened! Yup, Draco and I got you, and good. Admit it! I can practically see the look on your faces, you two. You ENJOYED it, didn't you? Yeah, thought so.
Draco's being mean and says I can't tell you how to get back to the school, but rest assured you're in Hogsmeade! See you at classes!
Harry and Draco' "
Ron blinked. And again. And again. "Bloody hell!"
"Wow, we're slipping," Hermione said sadly, "They got us again." She brightened up almost instantly, "But that's ok. We'll give them a taste of their own medicine, with a twist, of course, I know just what to do . . . "
"Umm, not that I don't like the thought of getting back at Draco and Harry right this instant too, but shouldn't we worry about getting back to the school now so that we can get changed?" Ron said.
"Oh, right." Hermione took out her wand, and transformed the bedding into blue silk outfits. "These will work nicely for now. Now turn around; I'm changing, and you'd better not look."
Within a few minutes, they were making their way back to the school, or at least, where they thought Honeydukes was so they could go through the secret passage.
~~~
"Huh, Hermione and Ron still aren't back?" Harry noticed, looking over the table. Everyone was downstairs now, and eating happily, except for Hermione and Ron.
"Wow, I wonder how mad they are at us," Draco said. And then he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked at the hand and then up until he was looking at the owner of the hand. The very pissed owner.
"Why don't you ask us?" Hermione said, pleasantly despite the glare.
"Um, nice outfits?" Harry said. Hermione scowled as she and Ron sat down.
"Very cute prank you two, but don't forget, you'll pay for it. Oh, you will so pay for it!" And this is where she inserted the evil laugh.
"Hermione, you're being a bit over-dramatic," Ron said.
Hermione stopped laughing to glare at Ron. "It's the acting classes, I tell you."
"Sure, right, whatever."
Hermione smacked Ron upside the head.
~~~
Classes actually went by fairly fast, and Harry didn't get his death predicted even once (although the professor predicted he would be half eaten by a giant slug on the 31st of February).
Snape even wasn't being so mean, but that probably had to do something with the big smile on the purple eyed, black haired girl's face.
~~~ At dinner, Hermione and Ron sat away from everyone else.
"Ok, listen," said Hermione, making sure that Draco and Harry weren't listening. They seemed busy enough talking about something or another and Harry kept blushing every five seconds. "We need to get them, good. Right?"
Ron nodded.
"What we're going to do is relatively easy," Hermione continued. "We need to work quickly and carefully, however, because they're sure to be on guard, and well, we really don't need our plans to fail. Right?"
Ron nodded.
"I figure what we'll do is somehow get them unconscious or asleep, or something, and then we need to stick them in, I dunno, a closet or something, and lock it from the outside. That seems so CLICHÉ, but nonetheless," Hermione trailed off.
Ron nodded.
Hermione grinned.
Ron nodded.
Hermione continued, "And so, any suggestions?"
Ron nodded.
Hermione smacked him upside the head.
Ron listened.
"Any suggestions, then, Ron?" Hermione asked again. "Because we need to figure out something that we can do that'll work, right? Of course. Just, not a broom closet; that's WAY too cliché."
"Agreed," said Ron, "Um, erm, Quidditch supply room?"
"Hmmmm," replied Hermione. "Hmmm . . . Yeah, I think I like that . . . yeah, I do . . ." She grinned widely, "Actually, I love it! It's a great idea! And almost completely original!"
"I shudder to think what they'll do with the brooms," Ron joked.
Hermione hit him upside the head.
~~~
That night, Harry, Draco, Hermione and Ron found themselves playing Wizards chess again.
"So what are you going to do to us?" Harry asked.
"Not this again," grumbled Hermione, "Not this again."
Harry grinned.
Aha! Another chapter. The way I figure it, this story will be done on Sunday. I might consider an epilogue/possible sequel, but that's REALLY iffy, since I haven't any more ideas!!!!!! (Well, I mean, I have some ideas, but no really good ideas for a whole new story, ya know what I mean?)
Thanks, as always, to reviewers, and especially those who give me ideas! (Gives out cookies)
Draco shrugged and said, "Oh, it's not that bad!"
"Not that bad. . . Professor Trelawney always predicts my death every other minute, and Professor Snape hates me!" Harry said unhappily.
"Sucks to be you," Ron said, grinning. Harry grinned back somewhat, knowing Ron was trying to cheer him up. "I'm going to get some sleep so I don't fall asleep in her class! Not that that's a bad thing or anything!" He retreated into the curtained area that was his bed.
"I can think of a way to cheer you up," said Draco, "Why don't we . . ." He purposefully dropped his voice low, and continued, "Plan to do something to Hermione and Ron?"
"Ooooh, good idea!" said Harry happily. He and Draco climbed onto Harry's bed and quickly cast a Silencing Charm on the bed.
"I think that socks idea was simply brilliant," sighed Harry, "We've been getting them good. . . but this is the last week, you know . . ."
"Yeah, I don't know how we can get the last laugh if we have to snog in front of everyone in the Great Hall, one of us in a dress . . ." Draco said.
Harry grinned, "Well, you'll be wearing the dress, now won't you?"
"Why ME?" Draco glared. "Why not you?"
"Because you're going to," Harry said, smiling, "I'll let you wear the green and silver one if it makes you happy."
Draco considered. "Fine. But that doesn't mean I'm wearing the dress yet. It just means that if --IF-- I have to wear it, I'll get to wear the green and silver one too."
"Great!" Harry grinned. "Now, what should we do to them? Maybe if we just do a lot of little things, a big thing will come to us."
"Maybe."
So they sat in silence and thought and thought and thought and thought about what to do to Hermione and Ron. The problem was, neither of them was as smart as Hermione, nor as crafty as her, so no ideas presented themselves for a long while. A
And then Draco said suddenly, "Oh, I know! We should put them to somewhere, or something like that."
"Put them somewhere? Like when, and where?" Harry said, considering.
"Umm, I haven't a clue. A house in Hogsmeade? Make it so they wake up in the same bed, or something?" Draco said, a smile dawning on his face as he realized how well that could work out.
"Oh, that would be great!" agreed Harry, and then something hit him, "How in the world could we manage to do that while they're sleeping?"
"Well. . . we could levitate them, and that would work. . ." Draco said slowly.
"Yeah, but how would we get them out of the castle without anyone seeing?" Harry said. "Oh, we could use my invisibility cloak!"
"Would that cover four people?" Draco asked.
"Hmmmmm, no, it wouldn't. But we could cover Hermione and Ron, and that way it would look much less suspicious . . ." Harry said, thinking, "And we could bring them through the secret passageway --Fred and George showed me that -- and that way we'll almost for sure not be seen."
"Sounds like a plan," Draco grinned, "So then we'll deposit them, where?" He paused, and then answered his own question, "I know a nice abandoned house that we could easily clean up and stick a bed in there," he said.
"Works for me."
Harry and Draco grinned as they thought just how great this would turn out.
"Let's get some sleep now, Harry, and then around midnight we can carry out the plan," Draco suggested, and Harry nodded.
So the two of them cuddled up (awwww) and drifted off to sleep.
~~~
About midnight, Harry woke up, and carefully detached himself from the still sleeping boy. He then leaned over and lightly nipped Draco's ear.
"Hey, that tickles," muttered Draco, still partly sleeping. So Harry did it again, this time letting his tongue run along Draco's ear.
"Wake up," he said softly.
Draco opened his eyes somewhat, and said, "That tickles." As Harry did it yet again, he woke up all the way and said, "Ok, ok, I'm awake! And that tickles!"
Harry grinned and did it one last time, before sitting up. "So, are you ready?"
Nodding, Draco sat up all the way, and rubbed his eyes, "Yeah, yeah, just a moment." He yawned a bit, and then jumped off the bed. Harry followed.
They changed quickly into t-shirts and jeans.
"So," Harry whispered, "Do you know any good sleeping spells so we can be sure they won't wake up?"
"Sure," said Draco. He went up to Ron's bed, pulled back the curtain, and pulled out his wand. He muttered something, and suddenly Ron seemed even more asleep. There wasn't anyway to really explain it; he just looked more asleep.
After that, Draco levitated Ron into the air. "I'll meet you in the common room with Hermione," he said, levitating Ron down the stairs so Harry could control him for the time being.
"Ok." Harry nodded, and amused himself with getting out his invisibility cloak and making Ron do flips.
It wasn't long before Draco came down with Hermione floating behind him, sleeping quite soundly.
"Let's go," he mouthed, and Harry nodded.
After throwing the invisibility cloak over Ron and Hermione (after tying strings to them so that they could know where they were, but the strings were covered by the invisibility cloak enough that it was hard to tell), Harry and Draco snuck quietly out of the common room, and searched for the witch statue.
It took a little while, but luckily no teachers spotted them, and Draco and Harry made it to the witch successfully. While Harry tapped it and muttered the password, Draco got Hermione and Ron lowered from the ceiling so they would be able to float through the hole.
Harry let Hermione and Ron float through first, and then he followed, Draco right after him.
"Ok, it's a bit of a way here," Harry said, "So we've got some time to talk. Where's this house?"
"I can barely see down here," muttered Draco, bumping into Harry, but Harry wasn't sure if that was accidental or not. "Lumos," he added, and his wand lit up, casting a dull light into the tunnel. "Much better."
"Ok, then, so where is the house, now that we can see?" Harry asked, grinning.
"I think it's near the edge of town. . ." Draco said, "I'm not positive, you see, but I will know it when I see it."
"You'd better," sighed Harry. "The last thing I need is to go into someone's house and get cursed into next year."
"Heh heh heh, don't give me ideas," Draco said, grinning broadly.
"Don't even start!" Harry warned Draco, and he made sure that Hermione and Ron weren't scraping the ceiling. "We'll write them a note, of course, though, so they can get to school in time for classes, of course."
"Of course," Draco agreed.
And so they walked until they got to the trapdoor, and they had a pretty interesting time trying to get Hermione and Ron through it without making too much noise, and then getting out the shop, and then they were on the streets.
"It's still really warm out," remarked Harry. "I like the summer a lot. Well, actually, usually I don't, since I'm spending it with my Aunt and Uncle, but times like these make the summer worth it."
"Heh," said Draco, "I like the winter a lot. It's really pretty."
They grinned as they continued to walk.
"There!" said Draco, pointing, "That's the house!"
It looked decent enough; it was a small, one story house, white with brown trim, and a neat enough lawn. It was obviously deserted, however, Harry could tell when they got inside. It was very dusty.
"D'you know any good cleaning spells?" asked Draco.
"Ummmm," said Harry, trying to remember anything Hermione had told him. After a minute, he muttered something, and the dust disappeared, and the furniture got polished and looked nicer. "That work?"
"Perfect. Let's go to the bedroom." Draco said.
The house had a kitchen, a living room, and a bedroom. The bedroom had light blue walls, dark blue carpet, and several pieces of furniture, including a bed, a night table, a wardrobe, and a desk.
Harry muttered the spell again, and the room cleaned up some. Harry and Draco, nonetheless, rearranged the furniture some. After transfiguring some ratty blankets into beautiful blue silk sheets and pillows, and setting up the bed, they unceremoniously dropped Hermione and Ron on it.
Draco rearranged Hermione so she was glomped onto Hermione and Ron was holding her.
"I think this will turn out nicely." Harry said, surveying their work. "So, tell me, when will they wake up?"
"When they normally do; the spell I used only makes it impossible for them to wake up for a few hours. Speak of which, those hours are almost up, so we should write the note and go."
"Right."
So they quickly composed a note and left it in a very noticeable spot (tied to the door) and ran back to Hogwarts. Once back, they went back to sleep in Harry's bed, anxious to see what would happen tomorrow.
~~~
Indeed, they were so anxious they even woke up a half hour earlier than normal, and went down for breakfast before everyone. Ron was not in his bed.
"I wish we could see the expressions on their faces . . ." sighed Harry. Draco nodded.
~~~
In the blurry fogginess that one always has when first waking up, Hermione felt something next to her; a warm something, and a very nice warm something. So she cuddled up to it, smiling.
Ron, too, was slowly waking up. He felt something wrapped around him, and smiled, feeling very comfortable.
And then he opened his eyes. And then she opened his eyes.
And then they screamed loudly.
"Ron??"
"Hermione?"
"Why are we here?" they both said at the same time.
Hermione shook her head, and sat up. She took notice of her surrounding. "We're in . . . some bedroom . . ."
"I don't remember coming here . . . do you?" Ron asked.
"Not a clue." Hermione looked around. "Not a bloody clue. Not one."
"Same here," Ron agreed. He looked around. "If we're still in our pajama's, does that mean we came here at night?"
"I remember going to sleep in my bed . . . sleepwalking, perhaps?" Hermione said.
"Doubt it. Let's go see outside." Ron suggested.
He and Hermione got out of the bed, and Hermione noticed the note on the door. She grabbed it and opened it. And groaned.
She read aloud,
" 'Dear Hermione and Ron,
Heya! Bet you can't guess what happened! Yup, Draco and I got you, and good. Admit it! I can practically see the look on your faces, you two. You ENJOYED it, didn't you? Yeah, thought so.
Draco's being mean and says I can't tell you how to get back to the school, but rest assured you're in Hogsmeade! See you at classes!
Harry and Draco' "
Ron blinked. And again. And again. "Bloody hell!"
"Wow, we're slipping," Hermione said sadly, "They got us again." She brightened up almost instantly, "But that's ok. We'll give them a taste of their own medicine, with a twist, of course, I know just what to do . . . "
"Umm, not that I don't like the thought of getting back at Draco and Harry right this instant too, but shouldn't we worry about getting back to the school now so that we can get changed?" Ron said.
"Oh, right." Hermione took out her wand, and transformed the bedding into blue silk outfits. "These will work nicely for now. Now turn around; I'm changing, and you'd better not look."
Within a few minutes, they were making their way back to the school, or at least, where they thought Honeydukes was so they could go through the secret passage.
~~~
"Huh, Hermione and Ron still aren't back?" Harry noticed, looking over the table. Everyone was downstairs now, and eating happily, except for Hermione and Ron.
"Wow, I wonder how mad they are at us," Draco said. And then he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked at the hand and then up until he was looking at the owner of the hand. The very pissed owner.
"Why don't you ask us?" Hermione said, pleasantly despite the glare.
"Um, nice outfits?" Harry said. Hermione scowled as she and Ron sat down.
"Very cute prank you two, but don't forget, you'll pay for it. Oh, you will so pay for it!" And this is where she inserted the evil laugh.
"Hermione, you're being a bit over-dramatic," Ron said.
Hermione stopped laughing to glare at Ron. "It's the acting classes, I tell you."
"Sure, right, whatever."
Hermione smacked Ron upside the head.
~~~
Classes actually went by fairly fast, and Harry didn't get his death predicted even once (although the professor predicted he would be half eaten by a giant slug on the 31st of February).
Snape even wasn't being so mean, but that probably had to do something with the big smile on the purple eyed, black haired girl's face.
~~~ At dinner, Hermione and Ron sat away from everyone else.
"Ok, listen," said Hermione, making sure that Draco and Harry weren't listening. They seemed busy enough talking about something or another and Harry kept blushing every five seconds. "We need to get them, good. Right?"
Ron nodded.
"What we're going to do is relatively easy," Hermione continued. "We need to work quickly and carefully, however, because they're sure to be on guard, and well, we really don't need our plans to fail. Right?"
Ron nodded.
"I figure what we'll do is somehow get them unconscious or asleep, or something, and then we need to stick them in, I dunno, a closet or something, and lock it from the outside. That seems so CLICHÉ, but nonetheless," Hermione trailed off.
Ron nodded.
Hermione grinned.
Ron nodded.
Hermione continued, "And so, any suggestions?"
Ron nodded.
Hermione smacked him upside the head.
Ron listened.
"Any suggestions, then, Ron?" Hermione asked again. "Because we need to figure out something that we can do that'll work, right? Of course. Just, not a broom closet; that's WAY too cliché."
"Agreed," said Ron, "Um, erm, Quidditch supply room?"
"Hmmmm," replied Hermione. "Hmmm . . . Yeah, I think I like that . . . yeah, I do . . ." She grinned widely, "Actually, I love it! It's a great idea! And almost completely original!"
"I shudder to think what they'll do with the brooms," Ron joked.
Hermione hit him upside the head.
~~~
That night, Harry, Draco, Hermione and Ron found themselves playing Wizards chess again.
"So what are you going to do to us?" Harry asked.
"Not this again," grumbled Hermione, "Not this again."
Harry grinned.
Aha! Another chapter. The way I figure it, this story will be done on Sunday. I might consider an epilogue/possible sequel, but that's REALLY iffy, since I haven't any more ideas!!!!!! (Well, I mean, I have some ideas, but no really good ideas for a whole new story, ya know what I mean?)
Thanks, as always, to reviewers, and especially those who give me ideas! (Gives out cookies)