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CHAPTER 10

Hermione lay wide awake in the dark, her head on Snape's chest, who was fast asleep. Hermione had woken up to find that they were still in the storage cupboard. She figured it had been about 6 hours, and she wondered how much longer they would be there. Surely Harry or Ron or Ginny would realize she was gone and come looking for her. She started to panic. What if we're stuck in here for days? Weeks? Months? What if they never find us? Man, I have to pee. Argh! I want out of here!

She tried to think about happy things, like getting an E on that Transfiguration test. Or how Christmas break was a week away. She had forgotten to tell Ginny that she could stay at Grimmauld Place with her and her family, she just had to stay with her parents for a couple of days. She missed Grimmauld Place. She hadn't been there since last year, when the Weasley's had just moved in for safety from Voldemort. Voldemort and his supporters had been looking for the Weasley's for quite sometime now. They were considered blood traitors. Voldemort didn't really seem to be up to much these days, so the Order hadn't really been active for a while. She wondered how many supporters he had. Probably the usual ones, maybe a few more. She remembered hearing the news that Draco Malfoy had left school to join the death eaters with his father. She had hated him anyways, so it wasn't overly heartbreaking for her. Still, she was surprised.

A noise by the door interrupted her thoughts. From the little light there was, she saw the door open and the room was flooded with light. There stood Dumbledore, followed by McGonagall.

"Well, looks like we found them," he said.

"How did you know we were here," asked Hermione.

"I remembered sending Severus for a potion ingredient. When he didn't return, I figured he had locked himself in the closet again. I've told him about locking the door from the inside," said Dumbledore, smiling.

As she stood up, Snape stirred. He opened his eyes and surveyed his surroundings.

"Hello, Headmaster," he said, embarrassed.

"I've warned you about locking doors from the inside," said Dumbledore.

Snape rolled his eyes and stood up.

"Here," he said, handing Dumbledore the potion ingredient he asked for. He turned around and walked down the hallway towards his office.

"Miss. Granger," said Dumbledore kindly, "Everyone else is down at the feast, if you care to join them."

"Thank you," she said, stifling a yawn.

As she entered the Great Hall, she spotted Harry giving Amy a kiss. She also saw Ron, who saw her, and jumped up and ran over to her.

"Hermione!" he yelled, "We thought you had died!"

"Gee, thanks, Ron," she said sarcastically.

Hermione saw Ginny walking over out of the corner of her eye.

"Where were you? I waited for you back in the common room for an hour!" said Ginny.

"I got locked in the closet with Snape," said Hermione.

"Oh god! You poor thing," said Ron.

"Shut up, Ron!" said Ginny. "Come on Hermione, let's eat."

When Ron was out of earshot she added, "And then you can tell me everything."

Having missed lunch, Hermione ate so much she even made Harry and Ron, the human garbage disposals, stare in disbelief. Laughing at the look on their faces, she got up and walked back to Gryffindor tower with Ginny.

"Jingle Bells," she said, giving the Fat Lady the password, and walked into the common room as the portrait swung open.

"Tell me EVERYTHING," said Ginny.

Hermione laughed.

"Okay, okay. Well after you left, somehow the door swung shut, and we were stuck there. I was sitting there, minding my own business, thinking, and he read my mind! So I started making fun of him about seeing him naked, and he started giving me the old 'there's nothing shameful about the human body', and then…then we ended up making out for like 2 hours. And then we fell asleep," said Hermione.

"WHAT? Omg!" said Ginny, jumping up and hugging Hermione.

"Calm down," said Hermione, laughing.

"So that's all you did," said Ginny suspiciously. "Nothing else?"

"No," said Hermione. "But he did try and take my pants off."

"And you said NO!" yelled Ginny.

"Uh, yea. What, should I have said yes?"

"Yes," said Ginny.

"You little whore," said Hermione, laughing. She picked her pillow up and smacked Ginny in the face, who in turn grabbed Lavender's pillow from the bed next to Hermione's and whacked her back.

"Put that back!" whispered Hermione. "Lavender hates when people touch her stuff. She can always tell if anything's been moved!"

Ginny laughed and put the pillow back.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you," said Hermione. " I can come over Christmas break, but I have to stay with my parents for, like, the first two days."

"Cool," said Ginny. " I can't wait!"

It was a week later, and Hermione was sitting in her living room at home, having just arrived. Her mother and father had been so happy to see her. It was Christmas Day, and they had just eaten lunch, and had just opened presents. Hermione's mother loved candles, so she had gotten her mother several very good smelling candles, magic candles, actually. They never melted, and the wicks never ran out. For her father, who was as fascinated with the wizarding world as Mr.Weasley was about Muggles, she had gotten him books about magical history. Hermione had gotten some new books, a new quill, CD's, and with the help of Mrs. Weasley, they had gone to Diagon Alley and gotten her some new potion ingredients, and new robes. Her favorite present though, was the new set of dress robes they had gotten her. They were a purplish-red color and made of pure silk. She knew there was a Ball at Hogwarts at the end of the year, and couldn't wait to wear them.

After presents, Hermione and her parents went to visit friends and relatives, whom Hermione hadn't seen for years. They all thought Hermione attended a regular, average, everyday boarding school. Hermione always had to fight back a laugh whenever they asked how she liked "boarding school."

Later that night, Hermione and her parents sat down to eat their Christmas dinner.

"So, how's school, Hermione," said her father.

"Pretty good," she answered.

"So," said Mrs. Granger with a smile on her face, "do you have a boyfriend yet?"