A/N: How's this for a cure for writers block-We've been studying astronomy all week in science (think new chapter titles) and there was a dance on Friday. Plus, there was lots of drama at the dance. My friend likes a friend but she also likes another friend but the first friend is a huge flirt and the second cares more about his Magic cards. Anywho...


Nebula (Fuzzy blotch of dust and stuff, where stars are born.)

I woke up the next morning at around four. I hate it when that happens. There was nothing to do, and I was the kind of person where, once I'm up, I'm up. I can't stay in bed all day.

I got dressed and headed down the stairs, wondering if the fire would be going this early. But instead of sitting by the fire, which, incidently, was going, I headed out the portrait hole.

The fat lady didn't say anything, she just snored at me.

I wandered the halls, which seemed to have become a habit of mine. Subconsciously, I was heading for the kitchens again.

I contemplated skipping classes for the day, and staying here. It was all warm and nice, and the chatter of the house elves was pretty calming.

I started feeling tired again, even though I had gotten lots of sleep the night before (Once Parvati and Lavender shut up.).

I'll just rest my eyes for a bit, I thought. (A/N: Famous last words)

The next thing I knew, a house elf was poking me with a big spoon.

"Sorry to be waking you out of sleep, ma'am." She said, "But we is needing to be able to get the dinner ready now."

Dinner? Oh god, I don't think I can get away with missing another day of school.

Wait a minute, I've missed like, two days of school and all I'm worried about is getting in trouble?

"What has he done to me?!?" I cried, holding my head.

"Nothing you haven't done to him."

I whirled around. George was standing in the portrait hole, one foot in, one foot out.

"What are you doing here?" I cried.

"Looking for you. And since I've done that, come with me."

"Where?" He didn't answer, but I followed him anyway.

He led me down a corridor, up a flight of stairs, down another corridor, down a flight of stairs, and finally into a dark room.

"George, where are we going? What's the matter? George!" Suddenly I recognized where we were. Come to think of it, this was another place I hadn't been in a while. "George, why are we in the trophy room?"

In response, he whistled. I stood there, dumbfounded, as someone else whistled back from a dark corner of the room.

George hurried me towards the corner, where a mirror hung. Wait a minute, that wasn't a mirror...

"Fred?"

"Hermione, you can't ever ask me for anything ever again, okay? Not even a wedding present." He grinned sardonically at me from behind a huge painting, which concealed another room. "The only reason I'm here is because George made me feel guilty about spreading a rumor about you and him-"

I turned angrily on George. "You told him! You ass, you told him!" I started beating his chest with my fists. I could tell I wasn't doing any real damage, because George rolled his eyes at me.

"Hermione, calm down." George said, grabbing my fists and holding them still. "I only told him because I needed some help..."

"Some help? Some help! Since when do you need help ruining other people's lives?!?" I screamed at him.

"Since George insisted we had to risk expulsion to try and make you happy." Fred blurted out.

I went still. "Oh, God, what did you two do?"

In response, George pushed me into the room.

A light flickered on above us, illuminating the small room and it's contents.

Which included one chair, several pieces of rope, a piece of masking tape, and, oh yeah, Draco right in the middle of it all.




A/N: Okay, I know, short, but check out down there, I posted another chapter too! Read on!