Hidden Secrets

Author's Note: I do not own any of the characters in this story they belong to J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. I can only wish I write a story were people have to write this stupid note!

The summer had ended rapidly and students soon found themselves back at Hogwarts before they knew it. With OWL's over the sixth years had started taking their courses that would make their career. Harry, Ron and Herminoe were studying to become aurours and Dumbledore expected great things from his favourite trio.

"Oh, I don't think I can survive two more years of school Harry," moaned Hermione Granger, "I'm about to tare my hair out if teacher's mention NEWTS ONE more time!"

"Hermione, please your flying through all these classes and me and Harry are just scraping through potions by copying your essays! All I can say is I'm glad we've still got Mr. Centaur over Trelawney for divination!" replied Ron Weasly.

"Well I'm going to go find a empty classroom to practice that new charm spell. You guys had better stay here to finish your Potion's essay or you'll have three more years of school left!" with this last comment the bushy haired girl known as Hermione exited the Gryffindor common room. Ron and Harry turned to each other and rolled their eyes. Harry reached into his bag and pulled out parchment.

"Oi, Ron can I borrow a pen mine my last one broke during Transfiguration. I'm going to have to go to Hogsmede next weekend to buy some more," asked Harry.

"I suppose so, if you give me some parchment I ripped my last sheet," blushed Ron, "I forgot that trip to Hogsmede is coming up. Planning to spend it with someone special?" Ron asked slyly. Harry shot Ron a nasty look.

"No, actually I was going to spend it with my bestest bud Ronald Weasley,"laughed Harry. Ron whacked Harry on the shoulder.

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Hermione poked her head into a dark classroom and looked around.

"Empty! Good no lovebirds," she shuddered remembering the last supposed 'empty' classroom. She closed the door behind her and placed an extra cushion onto a chair and walked a little ways away then turned around to face the cushion.

"Pyrothisamus," she called. The cushion burst into flames. A smile crept up her face. She walked towards the pillow and with a flick of her wand extinguished the last few embers. The cushion gave birth to another with another flick of her wand. She heard the door creak open, "Sorry this classroom is occupied and-"

"Hullo Granger, fancy meeting you here," cutoff a voice.

To be continued.