Hidden Secrets - Chapter Five
Author's Note: I've been extremely lazy and have abandoned this story for quite sometime, I feel it is my duty to update it!
"Nobody cares, about poor simpering Moaning Myrtle! Just because I'm dead!" screeched Moaning Myrtle.
"I swear if she says something one more time I'm going to try and lock her in a toilet," spat Ron, as he watched Myrtle glide around the bathroom wrecking havoc. Hermione only shook her head and began to measure lacewing flies into the cauldron.
"Harry, did you have any trouble getting the boomslang? I don't want you to be expelled, and Snape still suspects us in second year and all that," Hermione asked anxiously. Harry smirked and produced the boomslang from inside his pocket. Hermione's face broke into a smile as she took the boomslang from him.
"How'd you do it? Don't he have some extra security measures? The old bloke is paranoid," Ron said.
"Got Ginny to set off some dungbombs in the basement, leant her my cloak, so she was alright," laughed Harry. Hermione looked stricken, and began to open her mouth to speak when Harry cut her off. "She asked why, but I said I couldn't tell her and then she decided to do it any ways, as it would drive Filch and Snape both mad." Ron smiled, proud of the youngest of the Weasley Clan.
Since Hermione's experience with Malfoy in the empty classroom, she has been working like a zombie, on the polyjuice potion, the only thing left to do was wait. Myrtle was proving to yet again to be a valuable guard.
"Oi, Hermione who are you going as? I mean I don't think you want whiskers again," Harry took the time to elbow him firmly in the ribs, "Harry, I was just asking!" Hermione shot Ron a venomous look and then turned to Harry.
"Harry, I got you and Ron Crabbe and Goyle's hair again, I will be going as Pansy because Draco is used to that wretched girl fainting all over him," Hermione announced, "Tomorrow after dinner we'll use the same approach as last time and Dean promised to distract Pansy. I have no clue how he's going to manage that but I said if he did I'd help him with his homework, this week."
"At last 'Mione your talents offer use to us," Ron chuckled. Hermione stood up, cleaned up the washroom and stalked out of the washroom. Harry watched her retreating back and shook his head.
"Mate, you need a new approach," Harry said.
"What do you mean? Approach for what?"
"You know perfectly well, you big git," Harry stood up and headed out of the washroom. Ron stood there a few minutes then ran to catch up with Harry.
"Hermione, I love your home cooking," chuckled Harry as he eyed the cupcake in his hand. The cakes, were loaded with a sleeping draught. The Great Hall slowly began to empty, at last the gorilla like boys exited the Hall. Harry and Ron remained hidden behind a statue, and levitated the chocolate cakes. Elbowing Goyle, Crabbe spotted the cakes and grunted. The ran towards the cakes as fast as they could waddle stuffing their face's eagerly. With a thud they were knocked semi unconscious.
"The gits will wake up and probably be like, 'Gee Goyle remember the last time we ate hovering cakes?' Idiots," Ron laughed. They dragged the two oafs into a broom closet, stripping them of their clothes and shoes. They sprinted to the girl's lavatories, to meet Hermione who was ready and waiting, three goblets sitting in front of her.
"Do you have their hair?" she asked. They presented the hairs and she added them to the goblets. "Cheers then." Knocking goblets they swigged down the vile brew. Feeling the change they ran to the stalls.
"Are you guys alright?" Harry called out. Emerging from the stalls were Crabbe and Pansy staring at Harry. Chuckling, he headed towards the door.
"Wait!" cried Hermione, as she slipped on her shoes, "I just want to see." She ran her fingers on face and laughed.
"'Mione let's go!" Ron whined.
"Oh, alright. Does she ever have acne problems!" she remarked, Harry and Ron stared, "I made a stronger dose we have an hour." They headed down the hall making their way to the dungeons. They came across Neville, who cringed as they walked by.
"Hallo!" Harry/Goyle called at him. Neville stared gaping as the trio descended into the dungeons.
"Do we know where were going," hissed Hermione.
"We've been here before."
"What about the password?"
"We'll wait for someone to come by!" Harry elbowed Ron and Hermione out of the way.
"It's something arrogant like, 'Down with mudbloods,' Harry said as the painting swung open. They stood open mouth unbelieving.
"Stuck up idiots," Muttered Ron as they entered the common room. Hermione wrinkled her nose as she looked around. She leaned towards Harry and whispered in his ear.
"Pansy, why are you wasting your time with those two morons?" drawled an all to familiar voice.
A/N: well there you go, a half arse cliffy smiles Now click that review button. Oh, and if reviewers want, I'll advertise their story, if they advertise mine kind of thing. So let me know when you review! Oh, a beta would be nice!