Author's Note: This chapter is dedicated to Rachel416 who reviewed part 1 and inspired me to write more.

"Would you keep it down!"

"It just doesn't feel right, that's all I'm saying."

"You said it was a great plan!"

"Well..." Harry faltered.

Ron however, didn't take any notice and continued his rant. "I go to all the trouble of finding a brilliant hiding place and now you're having second thoughts?"

"All you did was drag me into an empty classroom!"

"An empty classroom with a cleverly positioned cupboard to hide behind," Ron continued, a mixture of pride and triumph on his face.

Harry was having some trouble remembering how the so-called 'great plan' had originated, but he was now regretting ever having gotten involved.

FLASHBACK - EARLIER THAT DAY...

"I can't believe you both forgot it was Saturday, I mean, I expect Ron to do this kind of thing, but you Harry, you should know better."

"Hey!"

"Oh I'm not insulting you Ron, I'm just pointing out the inherent differences between you both. Harry is more studious and you're more emotional."

"I'm not emotional!" Ron cried, with a great deal of emotion that Hermione tactfully failed to point out.

"Well, of course not, when I say emotional I actually mean slightly crazy."

Harry risked a glance at Ron, who was looking not so much slightly crazy as severely distressed.

"Anyway," Hermione went on, "at least you're up early and have the whole day to do homework."

Harry didn't dare look at Ron now, as they made their way back to Gryffindor Tower.
BACK TO THE PRESENT - BEHIND A CUPBOARD IN AN EMPTY CLASSROOM....

So Ron had persuaded Harry that the only way to escape a determined Hermione was to hide from her until she was in a less motivated frame of mind.

".....and the best part is, I brought my wizard chess set!" Ron had clearly failed to notice the glazed expression on Harry's face, and had been going over the various advantages of sitting behind a cupboard.

Harry came to a decision.

"Ron, much as I appreciate the obvious effort you've made in securing us a hideout, I think I would prefer to not have to tell people that I hid behind a cupboard all day."

"But the plan..."

"Ron, seriously, whenever I'm in need of a plan in the future, I'll come to you, but I think we should face the inevitable and do our very best to get Hermione to do our homework for us."

Ron faced the inevitable.

"Well, all right, but don't you come crying to me when you realise that my cupboard plan was better than writing about the benefits of the Fnurgle Root in healing potions."

Harry, impressed that Ron had remembered what the homework was, simply nodded and led the way back to the Tower.
Meanwhile, Hermione was in the library, feeling suspicious about Harry and Ron's disappearance, but realising that studying was more important. She had finished her Potions homework before lunch and was now reading about the history of Hogsmeade.

She was far too absorbed to notice someone, or perhaps something, watching her from behind a bookcase.
Harry and Ron had been back in Gryffindor Tower for two hours, trying to find out what on Earth a Fnurgle Root was, when Ginny appeared and distracted them.

"Have either of you seen Hermione? She said she would be in the library, but she's not, and nobody's seen her for ages."

Harry and Ron looked at each other and simultaneously shrugged, causing Ginny to roll her eyes.

"Well could you help me find her? She was supposed to help me with my Muggle Studies homework, and it's due in on Monday."

Ron started to make excuses before Harry had a moment of clarity.

"Ron," he said, as he gestured towards the parchment in front of them, "if we help her find Hermione, we won't have to do any more of this."
There is a particular door in Hogwarts that is always locked, and no spell can open it. There is nothing outstanding about this door. It looks like any other. Which is the point. Behind the door is a fairly ordinary classroom. Or so it seems. The careful observer would notice that certain things are, well, wrong. The walls appear to meet at a much tighter angle than should be possible, and if you were to drop a marble on the floor, it would slowly roll in an endless meandering pattern. There are several dusty desks lying around in a haphazard fashion, and the three large windows are boarded up, with only a few gaps allowing the room to be dimly lit. The walls were once white, but are now grey, and cracks run from the floor to the ceiling, or maybe from the ceiling to the floor. Currently, the most interesting thing about the room is lying in the middle of the floor. A girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with bushy brown hair and a book underneath her right hand.

Hermione Granger woke up.