A/N: To whoever asked, Dolores Umbridge does not count because she is INSANE! Just like my friend, Janna, who is now helping me write this fic since I almost always get writer's block!

A/N 2: Characters will get a little bit more OOC (Out Of Character) now, because it is now a joint-fic.

Chapter 3

Suddenly, Hermione walked down from upstairs in her ever famous fuzzy pink bathrobe. "I couldn't sleeeeeeep." She whined more to herself than to the open mouthed Ron, "I can't find my Numerology through the Ages and I always read it when I can't sleep." She stopped suddenly and stared at Ron as though she saw him for the first time. "You okay?"

"Uhhhhhhh...I...you..." stammered Ron. He took one look at Hermione's sceptical face then grabbed her shoulders and firmly set her down on one of the cushiony chairs by the Gryffindor fireplace. "Now see here Hermione..." Ron said in a mock business like tone. "I..." he cleared his throat and tried again. "When a boy like me meets a girl like you there comes a time when...uh...when..."

"Yes?" Hermione asked, with a very concerned look on her face.

"I have to tell you something..." Ron began after taking a deep breath. "I—oh look at the time! Its time for my...er...daily Quidditch cleaning! I've got to go upstairs and...uh...clean all my Chudley Cannons equipment for...uh...future generations to enjoy! So, bye!" So saying, he ran upstairs.

Hermione shook her head sadly. "There is something seriously wrong with that boy. I wonder if he took his medication tonight." Now even more concerned than ever she started up stairs to go look for him but before she could put one foot on the stair case a green eyed tousle haired someone popped up from no where blocking her way.

"Helllllllllllllllllllllo Hermione!" Harry said now ushering a stunned Hermione back to the chairs. "Where are you going in such a hurry? Did Ron tell you yet?" Harry stopped dead and put his hand over his mouth.

"Did he tell me what?" Hermione said in frustration. "Why is everyone acting so weird tonight? Don't tell me you have a medical problem too! And speaking of which...where is everyone?"

Harry hesitated then started to speak very fast. "How am I supposed to know? I'm not a mind reader for crying out loud! Well I do read Voldermort's mind but I can't read anyone else's! Ha ha ha! But that is beside the point. Its not like everyone is in on some crazy plot to hook you up with...uh, never mind...sooo, why can't you sleep?" He asked, going right in her face.

"DO YOU MIND?" Hermione asked, pushing Harry away by the face now extremely irritated. "Happy pink personal space bubble...no touchie!" Hermione stood there breathing heavily her hand still up where she pushed Harry's face away, while Harry stood there looking, as usual, a little confused. "Now, can you tell me where my Numerology through the Ages is?" She asked, a little calmer.

Harry hesitated then started to talk a lot faster than normal again. "YEAAAAAAAAH! I'VE SEEN IT! Malfoy came up to your dorm when you where at dinner and nicked it and now he's hidden it in his dorm somewhere. Say! That gives me an idea! Why don't you and Ron go out and get it because I'm realllllllly tired I need to get some sleep. On the other hand you guys are basically night owls! I don't know how you do it. So I'll go get Ron and the invisibility cloak and you can be off okay? Okay? Okay."

Hermione looked at him like he'd gone even more insane than Ron. "Harry...I am in my FUZZY PINK BATHROBE! I can't go traipsing about the halls wearing my FUZZY PINK BATHROBE!!!" She yelled at him.

But Harry disappeared up the stair case. Instead Hermione was yelling at a grinning Ron Weasley holding Harry's invisibility cloak in one hand and a tiny black string in the other. "No, no, no. You can wear that! No one will see you. Everyone is asleep! Anyway, even if anyone is awake, the invisibility cloak will hide everything!" Ron smiled a sheepish smile and stuck the end of the thin black string in his ear.

"Ron...what is that in your-"

"No time to talk, we want to get your book as soon as possible so we can get some more sleep. So we'll just cover ourselves up with the cloak and we'll be off." Ron quickly threw the cloak around himself and Hermione and yelled at 'no one in particular,' "We're off! Here we go, out the portrait hole!" He cleared his throat and yelled even louder. "YES! ME AND HERMIONE ARE JUST GOING THROUGH THE PORTRAIT HOLE. MOSSIEING THROUGHT THE PORTRAIT HOLE! LA LA LA!"

Hermione whacked Ron on the arm and hissed, "Shut up! Do you want the whole house to know that we are going out of bed after hours? Now, if we're going to get this done let's get it done quickly. This bathrobe is starting to itch."

"Then why don't you take it off?" Ron whispered, more to himself, but Hermione still heard him.

"What did you just say???? YOU ARE SICK!"

"I didn't say anything!" Ron hissed back and he stepped through the portrait hole at last.

A/N: Did you like this chapter? Did it make you laugh? I hope so, because that was our intention! More to come!