Chapter 4
By StarLaughter
A/N: I have written quite a bit more, but I need to edit it, so I thought I'd just post this quick chapter to let you know I havent forgotten all of you, and that I'm still alive :)
A special big thankyou to all my reviewers, you're the best! Love you all!
Disclaimer: I do not own or claim any right to the characters from Harry Potter.
A speechless silence had descended on the Gryffindor common room. Even in the days of Fred and George, such chaos has never been witnessed in the vaulted halls of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Coming back to earth Harry was again seized by a restless urgency. Grabbing Ron's arm he ran up to their dormitory, ignoring the angry protests and questions fired at him by students he had just roughly pushed passed. Lungs heaving from over exertion, they stumbled into the room, dashing over to Harry's trunk.
Harry flung the case open and began rifling through the contents looking for the Maurauder's Map.
"Harry."
"Not now Ron."
"Pssst, Harry."
"Ron shut up! The maps not here. No that's impossible, it has to be here."
"Harry, please." It came out as almost a whisper.
"WHAT!" Harry angrily directed his attention towards his friend, only to find that Ron didn't seem to be paying the slightest bit of attention to him, but instead was gazing with a mingled look of astonishment and horror to a space to the side of Harry's bed. In fact, towards his own four poster.
Following Ron's gaze, Harry looked over. There, lying on Ron's crimson bed sheets, was Goyle. A very inappropriately dressed Goyle. In fact, Goyle wearing nothing but a see-through neglige and a rose between his teeth.
"Oh. My. God." In his astonishment, Harry dropped the trunk lid with a slam. A slam that happened to be caused by the very heavy lid falling on Harry's inopportunly placed fingers. "Ow! Ow! Ow!" He began jumping up and down, the scantily dressed Slytherin eyeing his best friend seductively (or what could be assumed as seductive, it was either that or he'd eaten something fairly rotten) immediately forgotten.
Unfortunately for Ron, he didn't have any painful experience to spare him the horror, although at that point he was actually contemplating if a jump from the dormitory tower would be sufficient. Would merely dashing his brains out on the rocks below be adequate to wipe out this vision? Ron wasn't sure, but at this point he was willing to try anything.
Before he could move however, things got worse. A lot worse.