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Hermione awoke in her bed. She rose slowly, feeling sore for some reason. Why on earth am I wearing my school clothes? She wondered. And why does my bed feel so… different? She looked around. "Wait…" she said, scratching her head, "this doesn't feel like my bed…" she felt around. The sheets were very messy and undone. There were stains on the pillows. "If I didn't know better," said Hermione, "then I'd say that this is…"

Suddenly, her hands came across some material lying on the bed. Picking it up, she discovered it to be a pair of very old and worn out boxers with "Weasley" stitched into the lining.

EEK! Hermione's mind screamed out. I'm in Ron's bed! She threw the boxers aside and tried to throw aside the bed curtains. However, they wouldn't budge. She wondered why for a second. Suddenly, she realized that they must have been enchanted. She was being held prisoner… in Ron's bed!

In desperation, she tried a few spells. But she could not break the enchantment.

Oh, no! I'm trapped until the person holding me captive decides to release me! As she finished this thought, she paused. She had heard sounds outside.

"Voices!" she whispered to herself, straining to listen. She had no idea why she was here, and maybe this would give her a clue.

"Oh, give it to me!" came the first voice. It seemed to belong to a man, a man who was very tall. "Give it to me right there… right there! Ooh, that's the spot! Yeah! YEAH!"

"What in the name of Merlin is going on out there?" said Hermione, her lips starting to quiver. She covered her ears with Ron's pillow and tried to think of what to do.


"What… are… you… DOING?" shouted the short man to the tall man.

"I like chicken…" said the tall one, munching on a drumstick.

"Yes," said the short one slowly, "but what was up with that whole 'give it to me' thing you did when you asked me to hand you a drumstick?"

"You see," said the tall one, "I like to receive my drumsticks in a particular spot of the palm of my hand. And I must say, you hit that spot like a pro!"


It should be noted that Hermione had uncovered her ears just in time to hear the words and I must say, you hit that spot like a pro!

She immediately covered them again.


"All right, that's not what we should be thinking of now," said the short one sternly. "We need to figure out what we'll do with the girl. Potter will most likely be suspicious. He might even be on our trail. We have to find a better hiding place- ARE YOU PAYING ATTENTION TO ME?"

"Sorry, what was that?" asked the tall one, concentrating on a small device in his hand. "I wasn't paying attention to you. I was playing this small electric handheld device."

The short one grabbed the small electronic handheld device. "I thought electronic devices didn't work around Hogwarts."

No sooner than the words left his mouth, the electronic handheld device fizzled out. The short one dropped it in surprise. It burst into flames, which quickly subsided, leaving a pile of ashes.

"Wow," said the short one and tall one at once.


Meanwhile, Harry and Ron, after admiring the suit of armor, the portrait hole, the common room rug, the common room couch, the common room sofa, the common room recliner, the common room walls, the common room fireplace, painfully admiring the common room fire, further admiring the common room stairs, and finally admiring the doorknob of the boys' dormitory, were ready to enter their dorms, to see if Hermione was there, by some chance. They opened the door…

"Someone's opening the door!" said the tall one with urgency.

"Quick, hide!" said the short one, diving behind one of the beds.

Harry and Ron burst into the room. "Y-YOU!" shouted Harry, pointing straight at the tall one. "What are YOU doing here?"

"What the- I TOLD YOU TO HIDE!" screamed the short one.

"I did hide," said the tall one, standing in the middle of the dorm room. "I was hiding in plain sight."

"You… idiot…" grumbled the short one.

"You're not much smarter," Ron pointed out. "You just gave away your hiding place by talking."

The short one paused. "Dang." He stood up in resignation.

"All right," said Harry, taking out his wand. "I've had just about enough of this." He pointed his wand directly at the tall one's chest. "Do you have Hermione?"

"Hermione? Who's that?" asked the tall one.

"His little girlfriend!" hissed the short one.

Harry turned pink for a second. "She's just my friend. Now," he said, getting serious, "if you don't tell me where she is, I'm going to hex you into next week!"

"Ooh!" said Ron, cringing. "Harry, where'd you get such lame dialogue?"

Harry shrugged. "I guess the writer isn't creative enough."

"Harry, what are you talking about?"

"Nothing," said Harry, turning back to the tall one. "Now, TELL ME WHERE SHE IS!"

The tall one nodded. "Okay," he said, pointing to one of the beds. "She's in there."

"But you can't get her!" said the short one happily. "We put a spell on that bed! It keeps her in!"

"Hey, that's my bed!" said Ron angrily.

"No that isn't, Ron," said Harry. "That's Dean's bed."

"What? But I've been sleeping there for the past- Oh… yeah, it is!" said Ron suddenly, looking very nervous.

Harry suddenly had a flashback to last night, when Ron came out to see what the entire racket with the chicken was about. If Harry's mind had served him correctly, Ron had exited from the bed on his left, instead of the right, as usual…

"Um, it's not what you think," said Ron, nervously trying to explain.

There was an awkward silence. Finally, the short one broke the silence.

"Anyway, if you want your precious little friend back, you will agree… to FACE US IN A WIZARD'S DUEL!"

"A duel?" said Harry and Ron in unison.

"Yes… a duel," said the short one evilly. "You two versus us two. Right here, right now. We're playing by mercy rules. To win, you must get the other pair to mutually concede."

"And if we win?" asked Ron.

"If you win, you get the girl. If you lose…"

"Then we WHAT?" asked Harry furiously.

"Oh, you'll come over to us… as our PRISONER. Then we can do whatever we wish with you…"

"No way!" said Harry.

"Oh? Very well then, say goodbye to your little girlfriend." He pointed his wand directly at Dean's curtains. "Let's see if the most powerful curse ever will break through these enchanted curtains! AVADA-"

"NO!" screamed Harry and Ron in unison. "Fine!" said Harry. "We'll… duel! But only if there are no unforgivable curses! It gives you an unfair advantage!"

The tall one sneered. "As you wish, Potter. Short! Get over here."

The tall one came to the short one's side of the room.

"Wait…" said Ron. "Your name is Short?"

"Yeah," said the tall one, or rather, Short. "My name is Short One. He's Tall One."

"No relation." Said Tall One.

"All right, are you ready?" said Harry, tightening his grip on his wand. Ron pulled out his own wand.

"Get ready to become our prisoner, Potter!" shrieked Tall One in delight.

Harry smiled, in spite of himself. "We'll see."