*~*Disclaimer*~* I own none of these characters. Victor Hugo is responsible for the Les Misérables characters and anyone that isn't from it is property of J. K. Rowling. This plot isn't entirely mine either since it revolves around the story of Les Misérables.

A/N: I can't believe it's been a month since I wrote anything for this story. Of course I have the best reason in the world (to a Les Miz fan atleast). As you know I worked on one of the spotlights in our school's production of Les Miz. We had practice everyday until about 7:00 (even weekends!) and I was exhausted after doing homework. Well the shows were all awesome and we had a blast (literally). Oh and I think I'll use my friends as the basis for my Les Miz characters. As soon as I get pictures online I'll let you see what I'm thinking they look like. I'm sad that its over but I hope you guys are happy to have me back (and that you haven't forgotten about me). But I was wondering whether you would rather have the looong chapters (which take forever to write) or shorter but more frequent ones. Let me know and I'll get busy writing!

Harry Potter and the Les Misérables Adventure

Part 3

**Back inside the clothing factory**

"I don't see why we can't transfigure this stuff into a real bed," whined Draco.

"It will be very suspicious if any visitors drop by and they see we have beds for everyone," Hermione shot at him. He glared back at her. A noise of someone scrambling unto some boxes made everyone jump. Hermione stepped forward as the grinning face of Gavroche appeared in the window. "Hello Gavroche!" she called out as he climbed in.

"Hermione! Gee, I see you found your friends," he said looking around.

"Yes, this place is great. Thank you very much for letting us use it." Gavroche's cheeks turned a little pink.

"I talked to Enjolras about you seeing them-" A thud was heard from outside and he paused in mid-sentence to run to the window. A slightly drunk Grantaire had fallen from his post and was now lying on his back. "Alright there, R?"

"Yeah but I think I blew our cover," Grantaire replied. Enjolras rolled his eyes and made to climb into the factory. Of course, the rest followed him like little puppies.

"Uh, Mione? What is going on?" asked Ron after finally finding his voice. She turned to him suddenly remembering that there were others in the room.

"Opps, sorry guys. Um, this is the Friends of the ABC. I'll explain a little more later," she said as the last of the group arrived. "Well my name is Hermione."

"Enjolras," said a young tall black-haired man as he shook her outstretched hand.

"And I'm Grantaire," added one of the others as he took her hand from his friend and kissed it. Hermione stifled a giggle as she looked into his blue eyes. His short blond hair was messy and made him look very boyish. Everyone else laughed at the scene before him or her.

"Ah yes, well," interrupted Enjolras, "this is Courfeyrac and Combeferre, Feuilly, Joly, Jean Prouvaire, and Marius."

"It's a pleasure to meet you all. Marius, how's Eponine?" she asks.

"Umm last I checked she was fine," said a bewildered Marius.

"Bring her some flowers. She has done much for you without a proper thank you," Hermione told him. "Now as for my friends. This is Harry, Ron, Neville, Lavender, Parvoti, Dean, Seamus, Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, Millicent, Pansy, Susan, Hannah, and Justin. Also our professors: Sprout, Flitwick, McGonagall, Snape, Nortlake, and Dumbledore."

"Wow that was a mouthful," Ron whispered to his fellow Gryffindors. Hermione glared back at him.

"Can we continue this in private?" asked Enjolras. "You wanted to speak with us-"

"Of course, lets-" she said but paused when she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Professor Snape?"

"You're not going alone," he simply stated.

"How do you expect us to-" Snape dragged her away from the group.

"Are you insane, girl? Don't you remember what those boys did with their women?" Snape hissed.

"Which? The pretty girls that went to their heads? Or the witty girls that went to their beds?" she whispered cheekily. She received a glare that would have melted a cauldron without Neville's help. "Well, how do you expect to get them to help us? With your charming good looks? Sorry professor but this is a bit beyond your reach. They're not evil Death Eaters. Anyway, I can handle it myself. I still have my wand you know. I'm going alone." Hermione yanked her arm out of his grasp and stormed back over to Enjolras. "Let's go." She hoisted herself up through the window without looking back. Enjolras shrugged and followed her.

"We should head to the café," said Feuilly. Everyone nodded. They passed a girl selling flowers. Marius, remembering Hermione's words, purchased a bouquet of daisies for Eponine.

"Guys, I'll meet you there. I'm going to go deliver these," he told them. She grinned as he ran away.

**At the café**

A small smile played at her lips when they led her to the 'table in the corner'. Hermione took in her surroundings, although there wasn't much to look at. A few other customers littered the tables but everyone seemed to be minding their own business.

"What brings you to Paris?" asked Enjolras after sitting across from her.

The wheels had been turning in the back of her mind, ever since they had left the factory, to come up with a believable story. She silently thanked her abilities at multi-tasking. "The revolution."

"The revolution? What do you know of the revolution?" Enjolras was now intrigued. 'How could she know of our plans when she is from Britain?' he asked himself.

"Plenty. I know that you are unhappy with the way the government is acting towards those on the streets. I know that General Lamarque is the only one who speaks up for them and he has taken ill. You need help with this fight, you need us." Hermione smirked at them.

"And how did you find this information out?" asked Feuilly.

"A friend of mine overheard your plans. You really should keep your discussions quieter. Someone may hear something that they aren't supposed to hear," she said.

TBC

A/N: Wow! I got another reviewer! That makes three! This is kind of pathetic ::sigh:: oh well! Thanks you guys, it means a LOT to me that you like this story. I get to see my real Javert in a few hours! (Did I forget to mention he's my favorite character?) I'll leave you now…..

Some basic facts: (I totally made this up so please don't say that it's not right. I already know.)

The students are about 18, 19, or 20 yr. old.

Marius, Eponine, & Cosette are 18.

Jean Valjean is 42.

Javert is 36.

Gavroche is 8.

Seventh years are 17.

Hermione is 18 because of the time turner.

Snape is 37.

Flitwick is 65.

Sprout is 62.

McGonagall is 83.

Dumbledore is 150+ (No one actually knows!)

Nortlake is 59.

FairLady: March 15th will be a sad day for the American fans. I'm going the NYC to see it in a week! I'm trying very hard to keep writing but things got a bit to busy for me. Hopefully things will even out soon.

gorgegirl: HI!!!!! Thanks sooo much for reviewing! I hope to update more often but what you see is how far I've written on this. I can't seem to get ahead with this and I'm writing like five others too!

shanghi lil: I love Michael Ball as Marius but for this I'm using my school's cast. My friend Warren was almost as awesome (I'm so proud of them!) as him. {Well Warren has a great voice, brown hair and a cheeky smile. Will that do?). I'll try to get the pictures online soon so everyone can see them.