Gee all, I'm really sorry that I haven't updated in so long. When I made a fanfic profile I told myself "Take it one story at a time. Don't start another stories until this one's done." My bad, all. I guess I'm not keeping up my end of the bargain. I'm going to try update all my stories today and then focus on this for a while. Grrrr. I also just started a collaboration with my friend Sammi. We have an original idea for a fantasy series and we're trying to work together. It's a lot harder than I thought. lol. Her uncle owns a publishing company and if he likes it we may be published! Yay!! Well anyway, on with this. Once again: My bad!
Chapter 14
Hermione and Vinola hadn't done more than glance at the box for the rest of the week, as tempting as it was. They had been spending time with Ron and Harry who hadn't noticed the strange disappearing acts they had been pulling at meals recently, which they were very relieved to know. Vinola was a fantastic liar to everyone but Harry. She never needed to lie to Hermione but she could if she wanted to. As anxious as Hermione was to find a new place to work, she had been missing Ron lately and was happy to be back in his arms once again; same with Vinola and Harry.
The week was now over--it was Friday afternoon--and Vinola dragged Hermione away from Ron long enough to whisper something to her. "I think I know where we could go. There's a room I've heard about. We can go take a look later...if you're not too busy." She glanced mischeiviously at Ron who was talking about Quidditch stats with Harry. Hermione blushed.
"That sounds good. I think we can get away. We'll just tell them we need some girl time." she said.
"Good. Let's go in an hour."
"Okay." She was going to miss Ron.
An hour just seemed to slide by like it had never even happened when Vinola announced that she and Hermione needed some girl time to talk about girl stuff. Harry and Ron kissed them goodbye but just as they were about to exit through the portrait hole, Harry shouted something after them. "Oh, by the way, thanks for voting my butt Best!" Hermione began to turn red but laughed anyway. Vinola shouted back, "Always, babe!" and they left on their mission in cheery moods. Hermione sighed happily, thinking about how lucky they were, when Vinola pulled her away from her thoughts, literally. She grabbed her hand and they began running up the stairs.
"Where are we going?" Hermione questioned, strugging to stay upright as Vinola dragged her.
Vinola laughed. "Where do you think, dumby? The room I told you about!" they began up another flight.
Hermione snorted and rolled her eyes. "I meant, which floor are we running to?"
"Oh!" she stopped running and panted. "The seventh." she held out a hand, motioning to the floor they had just arrived on. "And here we are." She panted heavily, "You know? I think we can walk from here." she smiled. Hermione smield back and they began walking on the seventh floor. It seemed like ages before Hermione finally caught her breath.
"Where exactly is this room supposed to be?"
"They said it was across from a tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy." she scanned the walls of the hall way for a tapestry that look liek someone who might be named Barnabas.
"Who's 'they'?" Hermione asked. Vinola had never really told her where she had heard about this room.
"From, er..." she began then stopped caustiously.
"Who, Vinola?"
She smiled bashfully, "Fred and George were talking about it." she raised her arm as if expecting to be hit. Hermione looked like she had been slapped in the face.
"Please tell me you're joking." she tried to keep her voice down.
"I'm serious but so were they! The room is really there Hermione and we can just move any junk that they've put in there."
"Vinola, if the room is really there it's probably filled with dung bombs!"
Viola squinted at her. "I bet you 5 galleons that it IS there and that it's NOT filled with dung bombs."
Hermione squinted back, "Fine then. Get your money ready."
"I'm telling you, Hermione sometimes you--Aha! I think this is it!" she ran up next to a large tapestry of a strange looking man.
"How do you know?"
"Well, he looks like a Barnabas, don't you think?" Vinola acted as if it was just that obvious.
"Whatever." she looked across from it and frowned. "This can't be right, there's no door."
Vinola smirked. "THAT, my friend, is the appeal of this particular room. It's only there when it has to be."
Hermione looked unconvinced. "Well, right now it has to be here so where is it?" She waited as Vinola searched her thoughts for the exact words of Fred and George.
"Okay, I got it! They said you have to walk past the spot three times, thinking exactly what you need and the room should appear the way you need it."
Hermione seemed to be opening her mind. "What should we think?"
"How about, 'We need a place to work.'?" Vinola suggested.
"No, it's not specific enough. It might just make a bunch of tools appear or something." She thought. "How about, 'We need a place to design a school.'?"
"That's good! Okay, so lets start back here." they walked back a few steps. "We both need to think it and just walk past, turn around and walk, and then turn and walk once more."
"Let's do it."
They squinted their eyes in concentration and began walking, Hermione started mumbling. "We need...design..school." They finished the first pass and Vinola whispered to Hermione. Why they were whispering, they didn't know.
"Hermione, just think, don't speak." Hermione stopped mumbling. They finished out the third pass in silence and then stopped. They opened their eyes, expecting a door, and Hermione gave a squeal of excitment when she saw one. She looked behind her at the tapestry to make sure they were still in the right place. When she turned back, Vinola was about to open the door.
"Wait for me!" she shot forward and placed her hand on the door knob as well. They smiled at eachother, and pushed the door open. The smiles on their faces only widened.
Author's Note:
This chapters short but I'm stuck. I'll try harder on the next chapter, don't worry. :-D