Yaaay! Finally got time to get together the next one

Pistol: Happy jumping, now sorry, sorry, I do rather love making cliffhangers.

Monkeystarz:gasp: how darest thou suggest that? Well, read along, then, read along.

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"Ron!" Hermione jumped from her place on her bed, immediately crushing her 'visitor' in a hug. "Oh my god! What are you doing here? How did you-"

Ron quickly disentangled himself with Hermione, face bright red.

"Well y'see, Harry said not to, but I really wanted to see if it would work, and I was pretty sure I knew where you had gone...Y'see we heard that git talking with Dumbledore 'bout his memories changing and all, and where could you be but here!"

Hermione looked at him a few moments, then took a deep breath. "Are you telling me, Ronald...That you came back after me...And even Harry, Harry, Ron! Harry had the sense to tell you not to? I mean, if something had gone wrong if- Ron? Whats wrong?" She turned around, following Ron's gaze. His face had turned cold, and he was glaring heatedly over her shoulder.

/Of course.../

"Not a word, Ronald." She said sternly, giving him a look that slightly resembled McGonnagal.

"And what is it that seems to have caught your attention so?" Snape asked, raising an eyebrow at Ron.

"Its nothing, Severus, ignore him." She said, still giving him that look. "In fact, I think I need to go talk to Ron right about now." She grabbed his wrist, dragging him out of the room into the corridor.

"Severus?" He asked incredously, "You're callling him 'Severus' now?"

"Oh, really, Ron! Get over yourself!" She glared at him, his attitude grating on her nerves in seconds. She vaugly wished he had not come to find her.

"Get over myself! Hermione, thats the greasy git in there! That asshole is more trouble than he's worth! Do you not-"

"Ron, be quiet!" She whispered frantically, glaring at him. "Spouting things from the future here is disasterous!"

"Well, they'll just wipe his memory anyway!"

"I'd prefer for that not to happen, actually."

Hermione wipped around, facing Severus, who was leaning casually against the doorway. He raised an eyebrow at Hermione, his look almost deadly. "Greasy Git, is it?"

"Severus...Listen, Its not what it sounds like..."

"Bloody hell it isn't."

"Ron!"

"Thats right! So don't you go near her, you filthy..."

SMACK

Both of them were staring at Hermione incrediously, eyes fixed on her tearful eyes, her outstretched hand. Ron was furious, his hand slowly lifting itself to his red cheek.

"Go back." She hissed. "And go alone, you bloody fool. I'm not returning...Not with you. " She spun around, speeding down the hallways.

"You!" Ron rounded on Snape, who simply stared at him. "This is your fault! You did something to her! You put her under some spell!" He strode over to him, grabbing the front of his robes. "You put her right!"

It was probably a good thing that Dumbledore chose that moment to stride out of the common room, as Snape's hand was twitching for his pocket.

"Mr. Weasley, if you would kindly follow me."

"But, Professor!"

"Come along now. I've gotten a new batch of extremely good lemon drop I think you would love to share with me."

Ron looked ready to protest, but his voice was drained from him as Dumbledore steered him down the corridor.

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"Well, you seem to have gotten rather good at running into me while you're crying."

Hermione winced, standing slowly, her bottom aching from its redevous with the hard stone floor. Alright, a long, deserted corridor is -not- a good place to be with people you've publicaly humiliated...

"I-I'll just...leave you guys to it, then!" 'It' obviously being some sort of prank. The hallways at the moment represented what could only be called a styrofoam bubble bath.

She turned to flee from the hallway, but was caught by a sturdy hand on her upper arm. She bit her lip, looking up at Sirius. "I'm really not in the mood to curse all of you, so if you'd be so kind as to let me go, so I wouldn't have to?"

"Now now, no need to look worried." This one was from Peter, and just his voice made her lip curl in disgust. "We wouldn't curse a girl."

"What we are interested in, though..." Now James. "Is what spell that was that you used to get dear Snivellus out of our fly trap."

"That is absolutely none of your business." She said haughtily, trying to pull her arm away. Sirius raised an eyebrow at her.

"We just want to know what it is. You don't even have to tell us how to do it."

"Why don't you figure it out yourself?"

"You think we haven't tried? Its damn near impossible to find! Not even Remus was able to find it, and he's read practically the entire library!"

Her eyes wandered to Remus, who was sitting against a wall, doing what else, but reading.

"Listen, I'm really not in the mood for this!" Her hand snaked into her robes, and was in seconds pointing straight at Sirius. "And I promise that if you don't let me go..."

His hands, though, were already off her and held out, showing his 'innocence'.

She spun around, about to leave.

"So who are you, really?"

She froze, turned to see Remus, who had put his book down, not looking straight at her.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"There is no 'Hermione' in the Hogwarts records. At all."

She raised her chin, turning again. "You must be mistaken." She practically ran from the corridor. Things were not going well.

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Doooo a little dance...make a liiiil luuuuuuuuurve...get down tonight...get down toni-- :freezes: oh...You're already here, then? Heh...Didn't notice, really.

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Hm...I do believe this will be one of my longest stories yet. Already at chapter 7 and not even close to halfway. Well, I do hope some of you out there like long stories!