A/N: Well, I'm back! I've decided to start this story! I can't give too much of the plot away, but it will be Ron/Hermione. Also, I hope you like Harry/Ginny fics, because there is a hint of that coupling in this story as well. It has many references to the Disney version of The Hunchback of Notre Dame, which, although I am thirteen, is one of my favorite movies. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry potter and all the characters, and I don't know who owns The Hunchback of Notre Dame, but it isn't me, and that's what's important. Anyways, The plot is mine, and I will throw flowers and marshmallows at you if you even think about stealing it.

Hermione sighed for the millionth time that night. At least, that was what it felt like; then again, she wasn't quite sure how long McGonagall had kept her locked up in this chamber. It wasn't a chamber, really, more like a tower. High above the rest of the Hogwarts classrooms and dormitories, it had two large rooms, one a magnificent bedchamber with a breathtaking view of the grounds, the other a library and sitting room filled with some of the Wizarding kingdom's rarest and most exciting books, free for her own use at any time. By now, however, she had read each of them at least twice, and was bored out if her wits.

She had begun to pass the time by watching her friends and classmates through the large, impressive window that covered one wall of her bedchamber. Harry and Ron had even come by one, looking slightly nervous and scared.

"No doubt McGonagall gave them the news beforehand," Hermione grumbled at the thought of her best friends avoiding her. Of course, if it had been either of them who were being possessed, she would have naturally wanted to know, and been a bit scared.

Ah, yes, that was the reason she was cooped up in this miserable excuse for living quarters. Voldemort had decided an easy way to get to Harry was by possessing his friend, and he had begun almost immediately after McGonagall had persuaded them to stay at Hogwarts for a bit of their seventh year. They had thought that it would be best if they learned as much as possible before they went stampeding off to destroy Voldemort. Unfortunately, Voldy Dearest had gotten in the way, trying to get her into McGonagall's office. From that day on, she was untrusted, feared, and alone. She had been cooped up in this magnificent prison….yes, those were the exact words for it.

Her brain heard the words, but she didn't understand where they had come from. "You have chosen a magnificent prison, but it is a prison nonetheless, and gypsies don't do well inside stone walls." She jolted. She had gypsy blood in her, true; she had found it hundreds of generations back in her research of her family. Still, where had those words come from? They sounded so familiar…she pushed the thoughts into the back of her mind for later as she looked at the sunset outside.

The gold of the setting sun met with the last red rays of light collided in a deep red color which she loved. "Why, it's the color of Ron's hair. It's such a lovely color, especially on him…" She shook her head. Where had THAT come from? She shook her head again, ridding herhead of the thought as she spotted Ron and Harry approaching on their brooms.

"Hey, 'Mione," Harry said, a cautious, guarded look on his face. "How're you feeling?"

Hermione stared thoughtfully at him for a moment. "Well, how do you think I feel?"

Harry shrugged. "I have no idea, really. We haven't had any news about you, except that you had plenty of books to read. But you've most likely read them all by now." He grinned at her, and she smiled back.

"You're absolutely right, I have." She turned to Ron. "And you, Ronald? How do you think I'm feeling?"

He looked inside. "You've got lots of books in there, you say?" She nodded, knowing exactly what was coming.

"Well, then, I'd be absolutely bored out of my mind. You, however, would be entertained, because, of course, they're books, and you're you." He smiled. She felt her lips curving up in a smile. Ron smiling at her was making her feel odd…but she had no idea why. He was just Ron; he smiled at her almost every day. "Well, he used to, anyways; now he can't really see me, now can he?" she thought darkly.

"That sounds about right, although by now I'm bored out of my mind as well. And how are you two doing?"

Harry shrugged. "Classes are harder, of course, since it's Newts this year,but now that Snape's taken his greasy-haired self and left, and Lupin's back, Defense against the Dark Arts has gotten loads better, and Potions too, with old Slughorn."

Ron groaned. "I'll never go back to classes. Ever. I'll end up failing and then I'll wind up with Filch's job."

His friends grinned knowingly at each other. "You'll be fine, Ron, and you know it," Hermione said. "I wish I could be out there with you two."

The boys looked at each other, grinning. "You can, you know," Harry said.

Hermione sighed at them. "I've told you both, I'm not going to ride out on someone else's broom so that I can have some time with you two. It's a nice thought, though." Her eyes filled up with longing, and the boys stared at her, wondering what she was thinking.

She glanced back down at them, smiling sadly. "Well, you two had better get back to practice. Thanks for flying up here to see me."

"No problem at all, Hermione. We'll come back soon to see you." She waved goodbye, watching enviously as they went back to Quidittch practice, Ron taking his place as Keeper and Harry circling for the Snitch. They were free, and she was cooped up in this horrible place. She turned towards her sitting room.

She searched through the shelves, cupboards, and bookcases that filled the room. She was surprised when she found a large collection of Muggle video tapes, sitting in front of an old television and VCR. She brushed off the thick layer of dust. They were old, but they were in good condition, and worked very well, considering that they were running on magic instead of electricity, as there were no plugs in the old castle.

She selected a tape at random, closing her eyes. She dusted the tape off with the sleeve of her robes. It was an American Muggle children's film, The Hunchback of Notre Dame. She jolted at the name. It sounded familiar…she shrugged the feeling off. She had probably seen it when she was little, and didn't know she was a witch. She shrugged to herself. It was certainly better than sitting around doing what she was doing, wallowing her self pity. She pushed the tape into the VCRgently, and her eyes were locked to the screen as the tape started to play.

A/N: So….I hope you liked this start! Yes, this will be a chapter fic. Please review! Billy-Bob-Joe-Bob-Jim-Bob-Joe-Frank (that's the review buttons name, for future reference, although I like to call him Bob) wants to feel loved, so you must press him and review meh story! I do hope you liked it, though, and I welcome constructive criticism, but flames will rot, so don't flame please! Well, I'm done rambling now, so go review please!