The Island – Chapter Three:

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is JK Rowling's. I didn't write the books.

A/N: Last night I dreamt book seven came out and it was called 'Harry Potter and the Nibble of Gold'. It was weird. I never got to read it. I am mad. I'll shut up now. Please R&R. Enjoy.


Putting the parchment back in her pocket, Hermione couldn't help grinning. She'd just hit Lavender Brown and her idea was great. She decided she'd carry it out over a week, and by the end she'd have a good idea who she loved the most.

But, right now, she felt rather dirty, and decided something else. She'd have a shower.

She packed a towel and her washy things into her wash bag and made her way down into the Common Room.

"I'm just going for a shower," she told Harry, "Where's Ron?"

"Oh, Lavender dragged him off. I think she was going to yell at him, she was covering her cheek and she looked kind of mad."

"Oh yeah, that's probably 'cause I smacked her," Hermione replied distractedly, running a hand through her hair, "See you in a bit, then."

"Bye 'Mione."

Hermione hurried off. She realised that she couldn't quite believe what she'd done. It was like the time she'd hit Malfoy. Harry and Ron had been seriously impressed then, and she didn't have the heart to tell them it was just stress.

She pulled open a tapestry which revealed a shortcut to somewhere near the Prefects' bathroom. It was a dimly lit passageway, but Hermione liked it. It gave her time to herself, just to think about things. Today, though, she tried not to think about anything.

There was a corner coming up, and Hermione could see two elongated shadows on the wall ahead. They were entwined, and she could faintly hear strange noises. It wasn't the first time she'd come across a pair of lovesick seventh years up here. They never noticed her.

She grew closer and the shadows became more defined. One was tall and skinny. The other was shorter, with shoulder length hair. She watched them in fascination. The shadows' owners were still too preoccupied to hear her echoing footsteps. They broke apart for a second.

"Won-Won, I'm glad she hit me," the girl said, laughing shrilly, "I'm so glad we decided to start this again."

"We didn't decide anything, Lavender,"the boytold her firmly, but Lavender pulled him to her again.

Hermione came round the corner and found Lavender Brown's lips just about to touch those of Ron Weasley...


A/N Short, but - oooooh, a cliffhanger! Will update sooooooon, though! Please R&R!