"What the hell are you doing?!" Hermione snapped as she was led blindfolded down what she thought must be some corridors because she wasn't being led down stairs.

Ginny hissed at her to be quiet and led her onwards.

Hermione was seriously confused. After the girls had finished putting her hair in ringlets, Ginny had made up her face and Katie had done something with the curls, and blindfolded her. Then they had led her up to the dorms and then all she had felt was pain. Now she felt that she was wearing something very heavy. Long too. Floor-length in fact.

At first she had protested but when she found that it did no good, she desisted. She heard footsteps ahead of them and what sounded like the boys sniggering. Were they in on this too?

Then she was stopped and the footsteps ahead of her stopped too. This must be their final destination. She was turned to one side and then pushed into somewhere that was small and cramped. There was a whiff of cleaning solution in the air. That meant broom cupboard. Great.

She heard the door close and the lock click. Even better. She was locked in a bloody broom cupboard.

"Um, where are we?" a voice said from somewhere in front of her.

"Who's that?"

"Hermione?"

"Harry?"

"I think its safe to take the blindfolds off. Assuming they blindfolded you too?" Hermione said, raising her hands to untie the piece of black cloth.

It didn't improve anything, the cupboard was pitch black.

"Do you have your wand?" he asked her out of the darkness.

"Um…no…hang on…yes…why is it down my top?"

Drawing it out she muttered "Lumos!" and light appeared at the tip of her wand.

Harry looked ridiculous. He could have been straight out of the eighteenth century. He was wearing a red coat with gold brocade work, a matching waistcoat, white shirt, white breeches, and white stockings, his shoes were black and had heels.

Looking down at herself she was shocked to see that she actually had a cleavage. And a corset…and a eighteenth century dress. She had to admit that it was a nice dress, it was blue with some bronze patterning on the bodice.

"What the hell is going on?" she said looking shocked.

He shrugged.

"The guys dressed me like this, when I was blindfolded."

"The girls did the same for me. Well at least this explains the pain I felt earlier, corsets are agonizingly painful. How women could stand them I have no idea. Why did they dress us up like this?"

"I don't know. They didn't leave a note down your corset with your wand did they?"

"Harry!"

"Sorry." He looked sheepish

"Notice anything about the colours we're wearing?"

"Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. Eighteenth century. Boy and girl. Why? Why did they do this to us?"

"I don't know, Harry. I really don't. All I know is that this is a prank and there will be hell to pay later."

Hermione tried to open the door by force but with no luck.

Then some gold letters appeared on the door.

1770, the year of the greatest love story ever to grace the halls of Hogwarts. The heirs of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw shared their illicit love here. You have been selected to enact this and until you do you cannot leave the closet.

"What?!" Harry said.

"This is the kissing cupboard. The trapped people have to snog each other before they can get out of here. The costumes are an elaborate prank by our friends."

"What?"

"Oh, come on! My friends know I have a girlfriend! If she's in on this too, then hell will seem like a summer holiday compared to what I'm gonna do to them!"

Harry flinched under her wrath, before coming to his senses.

"Hermione? You have a GIRLFRIEND?!"

"Yes, Harry. I am lesbian, you know."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I did. You were too wrapped up in your prank war to notice me or what I was telling you."

"I don't suppose you know who has been pranking us?"

"I do, but I won't be a rat."

"Tell me, Hermione."

"No. I just can't. If you want to know who they are work out the clues."

Harry looked so clueless that she could have slapped him.

"Think about it Harry! It's not that hard. Think about it logically. The first clue. Peers, they are in your year groups, yours and the twin's. Numbers match yours, that means there's five of them. They hold you under their spell is ambiguous. It could mean that they have a hold over your emotions or fear of their spells. Peers also means friends, they are friends of yours. The next clue. You boys made fun of lots of people for what later happened to you. They were connected. The repetition of the word bitch is significant. Work it out Harry, you're not exactly stupid, and it's not hard."

Harry was silent trying to work it out. Wait! Hermione wasn't there for either of the clues! And she just quoted them! Hermione!

"It's you. You're the one who's been pranking us."

"There aren't five of me. And I'm not in the same year as Fred and George."

Harry thought he could see her suppressing a smile.

"But there could be others? You could have formed ranks with some other people."

Hermione stopped suppressing the smile.

"Alright, it was me, and some friends. There is one problem that we didn't factor into the first clue. One member isn't a peer. That's all I'm saying for now. You'll figure it out. Also don't tell the other boys about me being one of them."

"Who's your girlfriend?"

"I'm not telling you."

"Whoever she is, I bet she's part of this conspiracy. Who else could it be? Hold under our spell? Love! You have Ron and myself under your spell. Fred and George both have girlfriends."

"Now you're getting there! Also, think who has been absent a lot recently. Now come and kiss me quickly so we can get out of here and I can get out of the corset because it is killing me!"