Disclaimer: I wish I owned Harry Potter. Then I would be sitting somewhere in London laughing hysterically at people's pathetic attempts at writing. But I don't and I'm not. The world is so unfair. The weak plot is mine though. It's from one of my dreams. Steal it and you die.

Ch. Tres

Trapped

Harry and Ron, however, were not as well treated. They woke in a dark and wet cell with chains connecting their ankles. They both struggled to stand up and look out of the small window in the door. (A/N: haha sors this made me think of synchronized swimming for some reason…continue.)

Harry, yelling- hey! Is there a guard or something out there? Hello?

Footsteps echoed down the hall.

Person with a gruff voice- Shuddup pretty boy! I'm the only one you'll ever hear for a long time. Hehehe.

It was hard to see in the little amount of light, but the 'person' seemed to be very old with pointy ears

Ron- what the?... are you an elf!

Person soon to be recognized as Groumer- yes I am ye idiot, the name's Groumer. Yew two are waiting a nasty liddle treat for touching the future queen ya know. Naughty naughty!

Ron, yelling- a future queen? We never laid hands on anyone –gets dreamy look on face- except Hermione.

Groumer's face hardened, if that was possible, and growled- ye'll not be speaking my lady's first name like that without the proper respect lad

Then he stalks off, leaving two boys with disbelief on their faces.

Harry (A/N: haha forgot bout him. Sorry.)- Mione's a LADY? An elf? A future queen? Man she's got some explaining to do!

They both sat in silence for a while. Then they heard voices echoing down the hall again. When Groumer unlocked the door to their cell, two young guards (A/N: Groumer and the two guards were very hot, as elves are hot. The boys don't think about that though.) took off the boy's chains and started herding them down the hall.

Groumer, sneering- seems my lady has ordered your release, lads. Lucky you.

The guards led them a long way until they finally came before a large door, which was opened. The room was a huge ballroom with two thrones, and Mione was sitting on one of them in a blue dress next to a young elf. Hmm… Harry thought. Competition. Harry knew he was pretty hot, (A/N: selfconfident little bastard) but this elf just might be a threat to his claim on Mione.

Funny dressed elf- PRESENTING…-looking at Harry and Ron, who gave him their names- HARRY AND RON.

The elf looked baffled that they had no titles yet were allowed in the ballroom. Harry and Ron ignored the elf and walked up to Hermione and started talking at the same time.

Harry-Mione I'm so glad you're okay! Whats with the Lady business?

Ron- Bloody hell Mione! Not like you to hook up behind my back!

Hermione stood up, smiling at Harry, and glaring at Ron.

Hermione- I will visit with you both in my private quarters.

She glided away, leaving the boys standing there with disbelief on their faces. (A/N: they do that a lot.)

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