"No, girls have cooties!" Harry said, disguisted.
"Just becuase I have a few diseases doesn't mean that I'll hurt you." Hermione hollered.
Harry got in, with a frightened look on his face.
The booth slowly started to move down.
"I wonder why we didn't have to put in a number, or give them our names." Hermione said.
"Yeah, and I saw the Knight Bus and a car that had the Dark Mark on it." Harry replied, looking casuale.
"WHAT?" Hermione screamed.
"What, it was probably just Voldemort and Stan"
"Okay, before we die, Harry, which we will, I just want to say that, that..." Hermione began.
"That you love me?" Harry tried to finish.
"No,you-" Hermione said, but suddenly they came to a halt.
The door swung open. Harry could see the man at the desk, who was hog tied.
"It looks safe with the guy tied up!" Harry said, taking a step. Hermione's hand reached out and grabbed his shoulder.
"I won't let you go," Hermione said, tears running down her cheek "without saying that I am pregnant. With Dean's baby"
"I was wondering why you were so fat." Harry said with a chuckle.
"Will you tell Dean that I love him if I don't make it out?" Hermione asked with big eyes.
"Why are you asking me?" One, I'm not going to make it out, and two, Dean's an idiot, and has the same chance of living that we do. I didn't die because when I was put in the boiler room, a little pink elephant came and rescued me. Wee!
Harry ran out of the booth. Hermione sadly followed.
Harry lead them both to the bathroom.
"I have to go poopy!" Harry said, knees bent inward.
Just at that moment, Dean started prancind around, just as Harry did.
After Harry's dancing spree ended, he went in the stall.
You could hear pushes, and the occasional "I don't remember eating corn"
When Harry came out, he remembered that when he went to the bathroom, he hadn't pulled down his pants.
Harry had begged Hermione to let him wear her pants because he normally wore womens pants. She didn't let him.
Later.
Hermione and Harry were in the bathroom.
Later.
Hermione and Harry were still in the bathroom.
Nine momthsLater.
Hermione and Harry were still in the bathroom. They were in the bathroom for so long that Hermione had her baby in there.
His name was Alfred.
Hermione gave Alfred her pants for a blanket.
"Oh, so you'll give your one and only son your pants, but not me?" Harry yelled.
"Yes..." Hermione answered.
They finally got out, and found Stan and Voldemort waiting for them at the desk.
Hermione put Alfred in a shelf in the desk.
Of course, Hermione was smarter, so they took her out of the battle first so she couldn't make a plan. Harry thought that he was the best wizard ever, and tried to look fancy by closing his eyes when he aimed his spells. He hit a huge window.
The glass came down and killed both Stan and Voldemort, which was wery awkward and probably makes you, the reader, very bored. That's cool, because the rest of the story is awsome.
To Be Continued Once I take A Crap And Write The Rest...