Drained
A/N: Thanx 4 your reviews!!! P.S. After this, I'll try to make the chapters a lot longer;)
Chapter 2: Neville
But so was Neville.
Harry looked around his dormitory, sweating, only to find that clumsy Neville had disappeared from sight.
"Neville?" Harry said, trying to find him. He got up from his bed, searching all around for him.
He apparently didn't care about what happened to the phantom, as he was much more concerned about his friend.
"Harry?" someone asked in a rather gravelly voice, "Why are you awake?"
It was Dean.
Harry simply ignored him and proceeded down the spiral staircase toward the Gryffindor house common room.
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It was very dark, so he reached into his pocket for his wand.
"Damn!" he whispered to himself, remembering that he left it on his dresser.
He tried to feel his way back toward the staircase, and he could tell he wasn't alone.
"Goddamn!" he said, "Why the hell didn't I bring my wand?!"
"Why, watch your mouth, Harry! I didn't know you used that kind of language! Lumos!" a voice near him exclaimed.
He could recognize the voice as Hermione's, as he was showered with light.
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"Wha? Why are you here?" he asked her suspiciously.
"Why are you here, Harry?" she asked him right back.
"That's no fair! I asked you first."
They both stood there for a moment, saying nothing.
Hermione mumbled something, becoming rather interested in her feet, shielded by soft, red slippers.
"Huh?" Harry said, "I couldn't hear you."
"I said, I couldn't sleep." she replied staring into his face.
He looked at her sideways for a moment.
"Sitting, in the dark, because you can't sleep? Harry asked her, not believing her story.
"Precisely. I couldn't sleep." She said, as if trying to convince herself.
"Couldn't?" Harry asked, just to give her a hard time.
"Couldn't." she replied, "I'm feeling quite tired now, so I think I should be going."
Hermione turned around and went to the room she shared with the rest of the 6th year Gryffindor girls.