"I Just Saw Filch Snogging Ms. Norris"
Summary: When a bad idea meets a worse sleep schedule, something like this is what will ensue. Flames accepted, they will be used to make toast! Flagrant H/Hr, and if you haven't guessed, AF/MN.
Disclaimer: I just own a concept that shouldn't be!
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Ron held his head in his hands. He had never in his existence hated his life as he did now. Not even when his brothers had fed him their 'Fantastically Flatulent Fizzer's' was he this miserable. Of course, there was one positive note. He was not alone in his hellish mission. He turned around to give a wry smile to his two best friends.
Over the top of their couch a solitary sock was flung. Ron just knew he didn't want to know. He coughed loudly despite this, and after a few moments of struggle, two rather frazzled heads popped over the back of the sofa. Harry was grinning rather stupidly, and Hermione's hair had almost doubled in size from the frizz. If it hadn't been for the fact that such activity was the very thing he had to seek out, Ron might have laughed.
Somehow, it wasn't funny though. Not by a long shot.
"Could you two PLEASE learn a lesson from Filch and get a bloody room?"
Harry wiped the stupid smirk from his face and assumed a somewhat judicious expression.
"Now Ron, there is no need to be jealous."
"I'd rather die, Harry. I'd rather die."
Hermione looked vaguely offended as she stood and adjusted her clothes, casually kicking Ron gently (OK, not THAT gently) in the shin as she walked past.
Ron, wincing, glared at the couple. "Come on, we have work to do. Could we please concentrate?" He looked pleadingly at his friends. They sighed, nodding, and the three of them walked with their special passes through the portrait hole at around one in the morning.
Ron knew he would remember this night for the rest of his life, if he didn't go stupid from sheer horror.
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Sneaking around the school in the early night hours was usually fun, and it usually required quite a bit more stealth. Instead, each of the fantastic trio held a specially signed pass from Snape, an accomplishment which was both shocking and terrifying. Hermione, who had taken the lead, looked as though she had swallowed a pound of lead. Harry walked behind her, casual as possible, and yet oddly tensed. Ron walked behind the two of them, eyes boring into the ground. He had already seen IT once, and he was really afraid of finding Filch with his lower half bared.
Apparently the others had thought of the same matter, because Harry looked paler than he usually did on their forays. Quite suddenly, they were interrupted by a loud noise. From their left, the Weasley twins burst from behind a wall hanging.
"Are you really looking for Filch... doing Ms. Norris?" George looked eagerly at his younger brother.
"Blimey, you're going to catch hell from mum is she finds out!"
"Jeeze Ron, how'd you get into this one?"
Ron, even in the shadowed darkness of the hall, had turned red to the point where he seemed to emanate a feint light. His brothers stifled a quiet laugh as he managed to push out a few words.
"how.... find... out..?"Ron glared daggers, but the twins didn't seem to notice.
"Oh, Creevey told us!"
Fred Beamed while George tossed them a small package. Harry caught it deftly, and gasped when he unwrapped it.
"You should thank him, he sent you his camera."
Ron stared at the object in Harry's hands. He was torn between thankfulness and mute terror. Now there was no way out of the mission, he had everything he needed. He picked up the fragile instrument.
"Bloody...." He turned it over in his hands. "How do I use it?"
The twins were already walking down the hallway into the darkness. George piped up "Don't ask me!"
"Yeah, who do we look like, dad?"
"Actually," Ron muttered huffily, "You do."
Harry had already managed to figure out which end should be pointed at the object(s) in question. At that thought, Ron broke his silent ire.
"Blasted thing's useless!"
"Don't be silly, Ron!" Hermione, of course, knew how to use it. She knew how to do everything.
Ron wanted to punch her.
"Damn damn damn damn damn...." His red head bobbed with his cursing.
Harry looked at the muttering boy. "So where did you... um... see it?"
"Where do you think? Outside of his office!"
Hermione looked up suddenly. "Guys?"
"Oh shut up, Herm."
"Ron, you can't talk to her like that!" Harry snarled.
"Who's bloody well stopping me?"
"Guys..."
"I am!"
"Harry, get over your freaking crush and stop acting like a damned--"
"HARRY! RON!"
"WHAT?" They both yelled at once.
Hermione looked frantic, and pointed a shaking finger at a small creature staring up at them on the floor.
"Oh sweet merciful crap..."
Ms. Norris turned and ran. Against every instinct they had, Ron, harry, and Hermione threw the invisibility cloak over themselves, and followed.
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A/N Thank you for reviews, and yes, I'm going to continue. This is actually fun!
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Summary: When a bad idea meets a worse sleep schedule, something like this is what will ensue. Flames accepted, they will be used to make toast! Flagrant H/Hr, and if you haven't guessed, AF/MN.
Disclaimer: I just own a concept that shouldn't be!
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Ron held his head in his hands. He had never in his existence hated his life as he did now. Not even when his brothers had fed him their 'Fantastically Flatulent Fizzer's' was he this miserable. Of course, there was one positive note. He was not alone in his hellish mission. He turned around to give a wry smile to his two best friends.
Over the top of their couch a solitary sock was flung. Ron just knew he didn't want to know. He coughed loudly despite this, and after a few moments of struggle, two rather frazzled heads popped over the back of the sofa. Harry was grinning rather stupidly, and Hermione's hair had almost doubled in size from the frizz. If it hadn't been for the fact that such activity was the very thing he had to seek out, Ron might have laughed.
Somehow, it wasn't funny though. Not by a long shot.
"Could you two PLEASE learn a lesson from Filch and get a bloody room?"
Harry wiped the stupid smirk from his face and assumed a somewhat judicious expression.
"Now Ron, there is no need to be jealous."
"I'd rather die, Harry. I'd rather die."
Hermione looked vaguely offended as she stood and adjusted her clothes, casually kicking Ron gently (OK, not THAT gently) in the shin as she walked past.
Ron, wincing, glared at the couple. "Come on, we have work to do. Could we please concentrate?" He looked pleadingly at his friends. They sighed, nodding, and the three of them walked with their special passes through the portrait hole at around one in the morning.
Ron knew he would remember this night for the rest of his life, if he didn't go stupid from sheer horror.
~~~~~
Sneaking around the school in the early night hours was usually fun, and it usually required quite a bit more stealth. Instead, each of the fantastic trio held a specially signed pass from Snape, an accomplishment which was both shocking and terrifying. Hermione, who had taken the lead, looked as though she had swallowed a pound of lead. Harry walked behind her, casual as possible, and yet oddly tensed. Ron walked behind the two of them, eyes boring into the ground. He had already seen IT once, and he was really afraid of finding Filch with his lower half bared.
Apparently the others had thought of the same matter, because Harry looked paler than he usually did on their forays. Quite suddenly, they were interrupted by a loud noise. From their left, the Weasley twins burst from behind a wall hanging.
"Are you really looking for Filch... doing Ms. Norris?" George looked eagerly at his younger brother.
"Blimey, you're going to catch hell from mum is she finds out!"
"Jeeze Ron, how'd you get into this one?"
Ron, even in the shadowed darkness of the hall, had turned red to the point where he seemed to emanate a feint light. His brothers stifled a quiet laugh as he managed to push out a few words.
"how.... find... out..?"Ron glared daggers, but the twins didn't seem to notice.
"Oh, Creevey told us!"
Fred Beamed while George tossed them a small package. Harry caught it deftly, and gasped when he unwrapped it.
"You should thank him, he sent you his camera."
Ron stared at the object in Harry's hands. He was torn between thankfulness and mute terror. Now there was no way out of the mission, he had everything he needed. He picked up the fragile instrument.
"Bloody...." He turned it over in his hands. "How do I use it?"
The twins were already walking down the hallway into the darkness. George piped up "Don't ask me!"
"Yeah, who do we look like, dad?"
"Actually," Ron muttered huffily, "You do."
Harry had already managed to figure out which end should be pointed at the object(s) in question. At that thought, Ron broke his silent ire.
"Blasted thing's useless!"
"Don't be silly, Ron!" Hermione, of course, knew how to use it. She knew how to do everything.
Ron wanted to punch her.
"Damn damn damn damn damn...." His red head bobbed with his cursing.
Harry looked at the muttering boy. "So where did you... um... see it?"
"Where do you think? Outside of his office!"
Hermione looked up suddenly. "Guys?"
"Oh shut up, Herm."
"Ron, you can't talk to her like that!" Harry snarled.
"Who's bloody well stopping me?"
"Guys..."
"I am!"
"Harry, get over your freaking crush and stop acting like a damned--"
"HARRY! RON!"
"WHAT?" They both yelled at once.
Hermione looked frantic, and pointed a shaking finger at a small creature staring up at them on the floor.
"Oh sweet merciful crap..."
Ms. Norris turned and ran. Against every instinct they had, Ron, harry, and Hermione threw the invisibility cloak over themselves, and followed.
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A/N Thank you for reviews, and yes, I'm going to continue. This is actually fun!
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