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A/N. It's my first story so be easy on me and please review.

Chapter 1 The Punishment

"Shh...Harry...Ouch...That's my foot...You

guys...shhh...its McGonagall" said an echo of soft whispers that

died down at the sound of McGonagall's distant voice.

"Aaaaa...CHOO." The group held their breath knowing know that

they would most defiantly be caught.

"I cannot believe that you would do this. You especially

Hermione. I would think you, of all people, would be smart

enough not to sneak into Snape's office in the middle of the night.

You're lucky I caught you instead of Snape. What do you all have

to say for your selves?...Well speak up!...Fine if everyone is

finished talking, I would like to administer punishments. All of

you are suspended from all school activities for the rest of the

semester." McGonagall said with a finality in her voice. "But the

House Championship Quiddich Games are next week." Harry said

as if McGonagall are stupid. "And you won't be playing

Mr.Potter." McGonagall. "Professor, no don't punish them it was

my idea. I asked them to come with me. They tried to talk me out

of it but I wanted to get some ingredients for a potion I'm making."

Hermione said at her own cost. "Hermione, I hope you are

prepared to take the consequences of your actions." McGonagall

said with uncertainty showing on her face. "I am" said Hermione

with a fake confidence. "The rest of you are dismissed I want to

talk to Hermione in private." Neville, Harry ,and Ron shuffled out

of McGonagall's office and stood at the door. Fifteen minutes later

Hermione walked out, white as paper. "What's your punishment?"

The three said in unison. "Next year I have to stay in a private

dorm." She replied hardly able to speak. "That's not that bad said

Harry cheerfully. "With Draco Malfoy" Hermione whined softly.

Hermione was practically silent the rest of the year, she

slacked on her homework, and it seemed that she had just lost her

drive in general.

"Do you think we should tell her, Albus, it seems she' going

into depression?" said McGonagall. "No I think she can handle

it. At least not until next year"

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