Please excuse my writing in this chapter, it's not my best, I personally think. I don't like it when I can tell I wrote it, if you know what I mean. I like to touch it up and make it really descriptive but lately I don't have the time, which really bites. But I am learning more French, which I love. Ok well, thanks to the readers, I'm just so flattered *blush*. K, here it is.....or 'Voila'! Ok had to do that...

*One big note on the story* I forgot to mention in the last chapter: Harry used his wand to send his broom back in his room. I know that's not much, but it will make more sense a little bit in the beginning of this one.

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Right when the cloak was pulled off, Hermione and Harry immediately took their hands off each other. The cold night's breeze stung their faces as their eyes adjusted to the figure standing in front of them.

"Well, well, well. This does not---look---right. You two should be in your beds, but instead you're out here, in the middle of...the night," A deep voice hissed slowly and in front of them was the teacher Harry most despised, Professor Snape, almost grinning at the thought of catching them.

"I, we were-----," Harry started but Snape continued harshly.

"Get that thing out of your pocket," Snape spat and Harry silently handed over Hermione's gift, "So, this is the reason you two are out here? For a midnight joy-ride, hmm?" He said and stuffed the Snitch deep into his pocket.

"You see, sir, I was---," Hermione tried to explain until Snape pierced her with his menacing eyes.

"I didn't ask for your tongue, Ms. Granger. Now for being out after hours, punishments will be made by me. Hopefully it will teach you to stay in your room and control your hormones." Snape sneered and he motioned them to follow behind his black cape, whipping with the wind.

Hermione pinched herself not to give him a piece of her mind, mostly to prevent further punishments. At this age, she hated it when adults referred to her of having, 'raging hormones' or what not. It made her sound like a mindless idiot who had nothing else better to do other than think about sex, sex, sex.

Harry cursed at Snape mentally and clenched his fists when he saw his Snitch and his father's cloak in his slimy hands. He didn't get it. How did he catch them? With the cloak, the plan was flawless.

"If you were wondering, Ms. Granger," Snape turned to Harry, "Mr. Potter, if you're going to sneak out unnoticed, you should remember to close the door to the Grounds after you, on your way out."

Real smart move Harry, just great, he thought.

Professor Snape brought them to his office in the Dungeons where Filch and Professor McGonagall were waiting for them. Snape explained the whole matter, adding his own comments to make it sound a lot worse than it really was. Harry inhaled deeply, relieved that Hermione and him was under the cloak while they intimately embraced each other. If Snape saw that...he would of never of lived it down.

"I am very ashamed of you two, ESPECIALLY you two---Potter, Granger. What were you thinking? You should know by now that going out after hours is prohibited. Now, for your punishments," McGonagall explained while Filch and Snape stood back and watched. Ms. Norris leaped from Filch's arms and slithered her way between Harry and Hermione's legs. Her tail teased them while the professors described their punishments.

"First, the house points. Forty points will be taken away each, which sounds reasonable. For your detentions---what do you think, Severus?" McGonagall pivoted her heel to Snape.

"Well, let's say...two months worth, every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Mr. Potter will unfortunately be with me in the Dungeons and Ms. Granger...," Snape glared maliciously, "You'll spend your evenings up in the Astronomy Tower, with Professor Trelawney." Hermione bit her tongue down hard to force herself not to protest.

Harry could tell McGonagall was a little upset with his overly long punishment but she was still very disappointed with them, "Starting tomorrow at 7 o'clock PM, you will go to your instructed areas. I will escort you back to the Gryffindor Tower." McGonagall said sternly and Hermione and Harry got up to leave.

As they walked through the dimly lit halls, Harry and Hermione exchanged glances, understanding what their looks each meant. The two months of detention was ridiculously long and of course, they set it up so they would be on opposite sides of the castle.

Professor McGonagall led them back to the Fat Lady Portrait and folded her arms, "I expect after your detentions, you will learn not to do this again. I hope you know I hate to do this to you on Christmas Day. Good night," She said and walked off with her high-heels clacking on the stone tile.

They spoke the password and climbed through. They mumbled goodnight to each other and climbed up separate stairs to their rooms. Harry was halfway up when he spun around, remembering something. "Hermione!" Harry whispered loudly and he ran down the stairs.

"Harry, I'm sorry," She said and she continued up the stairs, feeling useless that she couldn't do anything.

Harry knew that there was no reason to try to get out or reason with McGonagall, and figured Hermione already thought about it. He hated Snape even more now that he was probably locking up his Invisibility Cloak and his brand new Snitch. I didn't even have it for twenty-hour hours, he thought angrily and walked up to his bed.

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Hermione tried to fall asleep with the thought of detention with Trelawney on her mind. But it kept her up longer, the more she dreaded it. So she daydreamed---more like 'night'-dreamed---about Harry. She never really realized how obsessively in love she was with him until now. She thought about him all the time, but she hated to use that word: love. It was too strong of a word, but what else could she use? She knew she didn't just 'like' him, and it felt stronger than 'lust'. Did she love him? How will she ever know if she does? She couldn't compare his kisses to anything else she felt, and just being in his presence made her heart skip a beat. Maybe she wasn't in love, but if she ever was, she would know.

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Harry slipped into his covers, fuming. Snape just HAD to ruin his night by taking his personal possessions and interrupting his time with Hermione. Well, it could have been worse, he thought, as he turned to Hedwig, who was twitching and clicking her beak in her sleep.

He guessed that it was around two o'clock, but he was still wide-awake. Ron was mumbling in his sleep and he flipped over, rolling right off his bed.

"Uhhhhoooooo...my head," Ron moaned and he muttered jumbled nonsense as he got up, rubbing his forehead, "H-H-Harry, you up?"

"Yeah, I'm here," Harry sighed, "You rolled right off your bed. Sure you don't have a concussion?" Harry laughed quietly.

"Maybe only slight," Ron said jokingly, "What are you doing up?"

"Uh---well, make sure I tell you tomorrow, ok?" Harry asked but Ron mumbled slightly and fell right asleep.

Harry smiled and finally got comfortable on his bed. He knew he had to tell Ron soon about what happened before Ron found out on his own. Harry needed to tell someone, and he had the sickest feeling in his stomach, wishing he had his dad to talk to with. He quickly erased that thought away and Harry took one last glance at the stars outside his window, and it reminded him of Hermione. He wasn't sure why, though. He just knew that they were both uniquely beautiful, and with that he closed his eyes.

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Hopefully that wasn't too long and boring. ;) Everytime I write I think of something new to write and my favorite part is coming up in the next few chapters....I never thought this story would be this long!