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Chapter 5

'Um, could you please remind me of why we have to clean this up without using magic again?' Hermoine asked, straightening up with an armload of books, swearing as some on the top fell off, back into the still daunting pile of books that lay all about them.

'Because we are awful children who don't know how important books are, or the librarians who put them away, we also take everything for granted and never give back or help anyone, we are the scum of the earth and better get the books back in their proper orders before midnight.' Ron quoted MmePince as he carefully dusted off one of the numerous shelves, he had lost count of the done ones at three hundred eighty two… that was sort of scary

'And don't forget we being miscreants, never forget that.' Harry added, huffing as he lifted up his own book load, teetering slightly on his already feet.

'She was really nice to me though, she seems like a sweet old dear.' They all turned to stare at Sam, who was going through the card catalogue, making sure it was in order,

of course, he didn't really have a choice, after accidentally toppling the entire thing an hour earlier.

'What is in that pipe-weed?' Ron asked, staring at him, a pause. 'Got any on you?' Both Harry and Hermoine shoved him back towards the shelves.

'Quiet about their pipes and get back to your shelves, once you are done those you have to come and help us sort through the books and put them up.'

'Er, sort?' Harry looked at her.

'Well, of course, since they are all down, we might as well look through them all and see if there are any that would be of any use that we could just keep off to the side.'

'Oh! Of course, that's what I thought you meant.' Harry brought the books to the area he had been restocking, looking carefully over the spines at the names.

Oh good, it was all different recipes and potions… he would be stuck with that section.

It took them until 11:34 on the dot to finish, before (librarians name) shooed them away, saying she would finish, obviously she didn't want them, or herself in trouble, and they were already well past curfew as it was.

The three stumbled down the halls, carrying the books in a small sack that had been enchanted to hold many things without growing, a great idea(1)

'We better-' Harry cut himself off with a jaw-cracking yawn. 'We better get Sam back to the rest of the group before they start to worry.' The others nodded in sleepy agreement.

It was late when they came to the hallway, taking the little mayor to his set of rooms.

'Sleep tight, don't let the spinnen bite.' Ron warned, shivering, why they had been using Dutch terms in potions instead of English and Latinwas beyond him, but for some reason, the terms really stuck, like a spider web, on your face...

A surprised Harry caught Ron who had fallen into a dead faint.

'Is he going to be alright?' Sam asked, staring at the red head.

'Uh, sure he is, he is just um, he is just, oh hell, he is a sissy when it comes to spiders.' Hermoine said firmly, glancing down at the said sissy.

'Merlin, how much does he weigh? He must be double what he looks.' With a grunt, Harry tried to fix his hold on his friend, but only managed on dropping him on his head.

'…'

'Oops.'

'I really don't think he is going to be alright.'

Hermoine suddenly sighed, shoving Harry aside; shecast a simple spell, which had Ron levitating at her side in moments.

'Now wasn't that simple?' She snapped, before handing the bag to Sam. 'Don't worry, our school bags are loaded with books, and the fact you have nine readers to our three-'

'Eight, actually.' Sam said with a smile. 'But you have a point; eight to three is a big difference.'

'What do you mean eight? Did, did something happen?' Hermoine stared at him waiting for an answer.

'No! Relax, and … stop staring like that, you're scaring me a wee bit.' Sam took a breath, and Hermoine sighed, looking to one side.

'What I mean is, that Legolas, well, the little Legolas can talk for hours on end in common, but writing and reading are an entirely different matter.'

Harry wracked his brain, thinking. 'Legolas…he…um, is the littlest one that was very whiny right?' Hermoine hit the back of his head, for saying such a rude thing

'That would be our fearless elf warrior.' Sam chuckled.

Harry didn't ask, but decided it best that he read the books when all this was said and done…

Or burn every copy he ever found.

'Goodnight Mr. Gamgee.' Hermoine said, turning, Sam went as red as a cherry.

'Oh, gosh! No need to be so formal, I mean, it, I-' He took a breath, composing himself. 'Sam is fine, like the boys here have been calling me, and, uh,' With that went the poor little hobbits composure all over again, and he bowed and muttered a sort of good night, before opening and shutting the door, and opening it again to apologise for shutting it so hastily.

'So, shall I leave the spell to you, or does this warrant a visit to Pomfrey?' Hermoine asked as they came to one of many hallways, one of the easiest and least likely tomove that led to the hospital wing.

Harry looked closely down at his friend. 'We could take him, if only to be able to torture him for a bit about it.' They grinned at one another, before turning sharply, nearly giggling.

'Madame Pomfrey?' Harry knocked cautiously beforeentering the wing. Noone was there.

Hermoine set Ron down on one of the many beds, before she listened, nudging Harry lightly.

'Listen!' She hissed, practically a stage whisper.

The pair stood listening as they realised someone was talking nearby.

'I told you that those damned beetle things would make their way here! Just look at what they're doing in British Columbia, a damned hick society specialising in forestry crap and they can't do anything! They are going to totally destroy the fore-' Voice number one, Professor Sprout's maybe?

'I don't see what I have to do with this.' Definitely Pomfrey

'Well, you are a nurse, can't you…do…something?' It was a rather meek response at best.

'Nurse yes, for people, I am not some sort of tree doctor, you, you idiot! You are far more suited to take care of them, maybe Severus knows some sort of potion to keep the forest healthy, or talk to Dumbledore, just…get lost!' Madame Pomfrey snapped, stalking out of the room, holding the door for the poor, confused, Professor.

The pair waited silently as Professor Sprout passed them by, looking a little more than bewildered at the very un-Pomfrey like outburst.

'Maybe we should just take him back before she-' Hermoine started, before a hand clamped down on her shoulder.

'Eep.'

'Miss Granger, what is it?' Came a dark query from the local school nurse.

'Uh, you know, I, um, it really isn't all that, you know, important, he will be, fine, and, um…' She stuttered on a few moments before she was stopped.

'Save it, I take it you are here for Mister Weasley, as he is the one rather unconscious on the bed.' Not a question.

'Er, yeah, he sort of, had a fit and fainted, he warned someone about spiders.' Harry spoke up, not noticing the unconscious form shudder at the mere mention of the word.

'He just talked about it? This is getting ridiculous!-' There was as sudden burst of laughter, though no one could tell from where.

' Er, right, well,I think he had better see some sort of psychiatrist, get rid of this thing once and for all.' Hermoine raised a brow.

'Do they really work? I mean, some of the stories of what they have done are really…' She fell silent at the pair of cold stares she was sent.

'They work, trust me.' Harry said calmly.

'When did you go?' Hermoine asked, before clapping a hand over her mouth.

'End of fifth year, still go once a month.' That explained the absences that had been occurring.

'Well, it is, good that you are getting help.' She gave her friend a pat on the back. Heimmediately turned red.

'I am not insane 'Moine.' He hissed, glaring now.

'Oh, of course, no one is insane.' She cooed, patting his shoulder.

'Merlin life sucks.' Harry muttered, before stalking over to a seat and falling into it, waiting for his sissy of a friend to wake up.

'And you have anger problems that really needed to be worked out too.'

Harry left the room.

TBC

Spinnen: 'spiders' in Dutch, without the 's' it is just spin (I plan to use this muchly…I love torturing Ron)

I play way too much D&D people, usually threatened into playing or guilted… still play too much.

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