Get A Life!
(Otherwise We'll Get One For You)
by
Nuppu
(A/N: See disclaimer, summary, warnings etc from the previous chapters. Answers for all you loverly people who reviewed can be found after the story! And if you want to archive this story, go ahead.)
The Public Transport of London struggled under the terrible snow storm and all the people travelling back to their homes after vacations caused huge. Christmas was gone and also the Hogwards Express filled with talking and joking students. In Hogwards castle the few pupils who had spent their vacation at school, enjoyed the remaining hours of silence and peace in the huge building. They were playing in the Great Hall, or sitting in the best chairs in their common rooms, or, like the headmaster Albus Dumbledore, just strolling around the castle, listening the unusual silence. Even Percy had decided to come down to the Gryffindor Common room to play some muggle game called "Kimble" with Ron and Harry. Everyone were doing something nice. Except Hermione.
There are several reasons for a student of Hogwards to be on the roof of Hogwards castles tower. One of the said reasons is, that the said person was going to kill themselves, another reason could be, that they are testing a flying charm of some sort. This time, tough, Hermione Granger was there so that she could get to the Gryffindor boys dormitory without anyone noticing her. She was even wearing an invisibility cloack Harry had borrowed her. With a fine Slow Fall-spell (Flying Magic For Pros 7, page 498), Hermione got slowly down and landed on one of the windows on the towers upper floor. One 'Alohomora' later she was inside the circular room.
Seeing the big Green Day-poster and several other said band-related items on the opposite wall, she came to the conclusion that she was, indeed, in the right dormitory. Everyone knew that the last year Gryffindor Matti Lahtinen, a weird Finnish exchange-student, just loved punk, and especially said band, because he had tried to get the school orchester to play some of Green Days songs for ages. Or at least take him to play an electric guitar in the orchester. He had became almost as bad as Peeves to the poor old Charms teacher, who was the conductor of the band.
So, being now in the right place, Hermione started her work. First she walked to the book-filled bed next to the Green Day-covered one. She knew what she was looking for, but there were so many books that she started wondering if there was any room on the bed to sleep at all. Well, the person owning the said piece of furniture probably didn't mind that at all. He probably even sleeped while reading.
Determined to get what she had came here for, Hermione started to lift books and search through the endless pile of paper. After a long search, she found a book with deep red covers and some gold-writing. 'Together Till The Dawn', declared the title. She left the book on the bed and walked to the next bed, which was, to her surprice, neat and had only one Quiddich poster hanging on the wall next to it. The bedside table was empty save for an old alarm clock. "I wonder if this really is Woodys bed...?" She opened the upper locker on the table and found a Transfiguration book, lots of paper and pens. The locker below that one was definetly magically transformed to be bigger than it seemed. It contained many sets of Quiddich robes and what seemed like a few years worth of Quiddich Now!-magazines and a Broom Groomer-set. The Quiddich Captain-badge on the robes confirmed Hermione that this was Olivers things she was rooting. "It must be somewhere here, but where...?", Hermione thought. The third locker answered her question.
A simple, yellow, fat and worn-out notebook lay in the locker with a few pencils and a rubber. There were some pergaments filled with writing under the notebook, but they weren't what Hermione was looking for now. Carefully she casted a Spell Checker-spell to see if Oliver had any traps on his property. Nothing. Hermione picked the notebook and lured it under her invisibility cloack. There she opened it and read a few lines written on a neat handwriting:
"The Winter falls on me,
dim flames
of candle lights
make room for warmness inside.
But inside an aching heart,
candles would burn it,
there can't be flames,
only cold wind flows trough it.
Can't nothing warm me?"
Hermione shook her head. "What a romantic", she muttered.
Then she shut the closet and returned to the book-filled bed with the notebook. She took the red book from the bed and putted it on the floor placing the yellow notebook under it. Then she took a piece of paper from her pocket and mumbled something as if checking a shopping list. Then she took her wand out.
At the same time, Percy Weasley got enough of Rons stupid jokes and Harrys terrible sense of humor and decided to get up and read something nice. Percy informed the younger boys that he'd start studying and that if they would make too much noise, he would give them detention with professor Snape and a few Dementors. Then he walked the stairs up and opened the dormitory door.
Hearing the steps, Hermione pointed at the two books and blurted the spell out as fast as she could:
"There's no sense in reading one,
while you could get the both books done,
thus mix the subject, mix the text,
see if you can read the rest!"
A shade of purple flashed on the book covers and at the same time the dormitory door opened.
"Is someone there? Miko? Oliver?", Percy asked looking in. He could have sworn he had heard something. However, seeing the room empty, he closed the door and walked to his bed not noticing the two books laying on the floor. He sat on the book-free side and took his shoes of. Then he eyed at the books and picked a long one called 'Mediterranian Magical Plants and Water Animals Briefly' and settled himself in the middle of the bed and started reading.
In the opposite corner of the same room Hermione was trying to breathe as slow and silently as possible and trying to think as fast and efficiently as is humanly – or, should I say, hermionally - possible. How she'd get out now? If she'd try to leave from the window, Percy would definetly hear her, if she'd use the door he'd see it... unless if someone else would open the door for her. "Oliver!", the thought lifted a smile upon her face. Of course. She'd just need to wait 'till Oliver would come and open the door. Or maybe Percy would leave before that and she could leave then. So, she sat next to the door, ready to jump up the minute she'd hear Olivers footsteps.
Hermione waited. And waited. She stared at the clock on Olivers desk and looked at Percy reading. Page after page, minute after minute. After almost an hour, she decided to try the window anyway. Silently she walked across the room to the open window and placed her hand carefully under the cloack to the window frame. Suddenly she heard running steps and the door slammed open.
"Oh, hi, Percy! Sorry if i disturb your reading, but I just couldn't stand those two anymore..." Oliver slammed the door shut and jumped on his bed.
"You mean Ron and Harry Potter?", Percy asked, not looking away from the book.
"Yeah, them. I mean... what's gone into them, throwing dungboms at innocent people...", Oliver complained, "Seriously...", he said and opened the down locker of his bedside-table.
"I got my share of that, too. I guess it's funny for them. I think it's because of George and Fred... bad influence... except that the twins are actually funny..."
"Yeah. Hey! Where's my...? Has someone been here, I mean, someone else than ... err... has anyone been here while you've been here? Or when you came in?", Wood looked at Percy with a worried look.
"No, this place was all empty when I came. And I've been here alone. Why? Is something lost?", Percy asked. He actually even lowered the book and looked at his classmate.
"Yeah, well... my notebook... I know it was here. It's always here. Do you think Peaves could've stolen it?", Oliver asked.
"No", Percy said firmly, "Dumbledore has said that if Peeves steals anything from a student, he'll throw him out forever."
"But who else...? Are you sure no-one...", Oliver started, sounding a bit desperate, but then noticed the two books laying on the floor. Hermione saw that and gasped silently. How had she forgot? Well, at least the spell should have worked already, but what would explain that the books were on the floor and not on their right places?
"Isn't that your book?", Oliver asked, glansing at Percy.
Percy looked to the floor and saw the romance-novel. His ears turned red. "Yes it is."
Oliver got to his feet and lifted it. "What's my notebook doing under it?"
"Hell should I know. Give that book here."
Oliver threw the book on Percys bed and stared at the other boy.
"Did you read it?", he almost shouted.
"What? This book?", Percy asked while picking up his novel and putting it on his bedside table. "Of course I did. And as for that notebook you have there, I have never seen it before."
For a moment Oliver looked as if he'd start arguing and accusing Percy, but then he conjured a weak, apoliging smile on his face instead.
"I'm sorry. It's just that we're the only one's who have been in this room... and I'd really hate it if anyone would read this. Sorry", he said.
Percy, who had already gotten back to hiding behind his huge book, lowered it a bit and looked at Oliver curiously. "So... is it a diary, or something?", he asked.
"Something like that. Well, not quite... it's just something I just... write. Nevermind. I must have dropped it there." Oliver went back to his bed and took out one of his old Quiddich Now!-magazines. Percy looked at the mysterious notebook Oliver had on his table and then swiched his school book to the deep red-covered romance novel.
Hermione, who was now feeling quite desperate, was standing next to the window. She had to get away, if Percy and Oliver would catch her, she'd be as good as dead.
"Do you think it's hot in here?", Oliver asked after a while, lifting his head from the paper.
"No. Actually, it's quite cold", Percy muttered not looking at the other boy.
The both boys turned to look at the window where Hermione was standing under the invisibility cloack.
"I'll close it", Percy said and got up.
Hermione trembled and decided that this was one of the 'now or never'-moments and jumped standing on the window. There she whispered the same Slow Fall-spell she had used before and floated all the way down to the ground.
"That was close", she sighed when she hit the snowy ground, "but, mission accomplished."
A/N: Thanks for reading... Please, review and tell me what you think about it. Flames will all be eaten, so write what you want. I'm actually a bit hungry. See ya in the next chapter, it will not take this long to write! I promise! I had a bad writers block here, but I guess it's gone now. And next, answers to the wonderful reviewers! I love you all!
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