Disclaimer: No mine. J.K Rowling's Get the picture?
Author's Note: I'm a perfectionist. I have to have an Author's Note on every single chapter I put up! It's aggravating! Okay, lets see... well, first off, forgive any mistakes I made with the magic spells. It's been a while since I read Harry Potter, so, I'm a bit rusty. On with the story!
"Good job." Ron said curtly. "Now let's open it and get that diary out of there."
Ron grabbed the doorknob and turned it furiously. It refused to budge. I wrinkled my nose. This was going to be a lot harder than I thought.
Filled with agitation, Ron took the knob and said, "Let's open this door. Weasley style." I was given the horrific image of Fred and George, Ron's older brothers, whacking away at the door with a jackhammer. And from the crazed glint in Ron's eyes, I could tell I was not far off.
"Ron" I blurted, but he was already kicking and swinging the knob around furiously. 'Oh, great." I thought before resigning myself to settling back and watching. After just minutes of Ron's pitiful grunting and muggle- like ways of opening a door, he pulled away, defeated. 'Good god, we need to find that diary and Ron had the first attempt. We're doomed.'
"Smooth, Ron." I joked.
"You think you can do it? Because it's, like, locked."
I grinned. "That's why it's time to put those Charm lessons to use."
Whipping out my wand, I pointed it at the door as menacingly as I could and cried, "Alohamora!" Full of confidence I grabbed the knob and flicked my wrist. The knob, stubbornly, refused to budge. Lava of anger and impatience ran through my body. All confidence zapped, I turned around spells in my head; upon coming to the fire spell I had once used on Professor Snape, my immediate reaction was, 'Oh! Maybe I can burn the door.' With a vivacious grin, I set to work with the fancy flicks and twists of the wrist that involved the spell. Yet, as the, normally, effective words of the spell came out of my mouth, the flicker of a flame died as it touched the door. Appalled, I stepped back, not willing to try any difficult spell, for fear of backfires.
"And the renowned fame of Hermione Granger's magic fails to penetrate the barriers of 'the hidden hallway'." Ron joked.
"Hey!" I snapped. "At least I remembered that I was a witch, unlike you with being a wizard. And do you even know what penetrate means?" I felt surprised by my snappish remark.
"Tou-"
"Guys!" Harry yelled, interrupting Ron in the middle of his petulant retort. "That diary needs to be found, and we're not getting anything done by arguing. It's my turn."
Flabbergasted at his true determination, Ron and I slowly stepped back, revealing a clear path to the door.
"Good luck, mate." Ron said solemnly. "You'll need it."