Title: Stuck

Author: Silver.Tipped.Wings

Rating: PG-13. For the situation and crude humor. And I guess mature themes...maybe?

Genre: Humor

Disclaimer: No, sadly, I don't own any characters in Harry Potter. The characters belong to J.K. Rowling.

AN: This fic was written because of boredom and hyper-ness at the same time. If you're asking for the summary: Basically, Ron and Hermione are locked in an empty classroom together. Hermione can get them out, right? Hehe, nope.

Please read, enjoy, and review.

Now, on with the fic...

Chapter One (I know, I know...It's quite short. Think of the chapter more as a prologue, okay?)

Ron gripped the handle of the door tight and stubbornly pulled back, attempting to open it. A few feet away, Hermione sat with an exasperated expression on her face in an empty seat.

She spoke suddenly to Ron, accompanying her words with a sigh, "Ron, you will not be able to open that door."

"Yes, I will!" he growled through clenched teeth. Still refusing to be beaten by a door, Ron pulled out his wand, and, pointing the wand to the doorknob, he shouted, "Alohomora!"

The knob didn't move.

"Alohomora! Alohomora! Come on, you stupid thing!" He shook his wand violently, shocked when gold sparks flew from the tip.

Hermione scooted to the edge of her seat and propped her both elbows on her knees. Feeling rather aggravated, she leaned forward and half hissed half shouted, "You've tried that spell six times. I can assure you that the results will be no different the seventh time."

"Argh! Hermione, we've got to get out of here! Even Flitwick will take away points from Gryffindor if we're late."

"I know," she huffed.

"Then why aren't you helping?!"

"Because you're giving me a headache and Alohomora is the only unlocking spell the both of us know," Hermione spoke.

"Argh! Maybe I can just throw something at it. Then the door will open. Get off that chair Hermione," he commanded, a desperate tone to his voice.

"Why? There are plenty other chairs you can throw at the door."

"It's the closest. Now, get off."

Grumpily, Hermione stood and stalked to another empty seat, not far from her original.

Ron aimed his wand to what he thought was the chair (he didn't really look, thinking Hermione had moved away. Unfortunately for him, he pointed at Hermione, and not the chair), then shouted, "Agit!" He was just about to point his wand at the door when Hermione's ears perked up.

"No! Ron, that's the wrong spell. You say 'Abit' to throw stuff, not 'Agit.' (At this point Ron turned to face Hermione while accidentally pointing his wand to himself) 'Agit' will make you--"

Hermione was suddenly dragged off her chair and flung to Ron, her back facing him, while Ron turned and also was pulled to Hermione.

"'Agit,'" she continued, annoyed, "will make things stick to you."