Hermione gasped softly when she saw Ron sneak underneath Fluffy's huge legs and open the trapdoor.
"I can't see anything!" he whispered. Meanwhile, Hermione's heart was thumping painfully loud in her chest. Why was she so worried for him?
Harry wheezed pitifully into the flute, and the mongrel grunted. Ron squeaked, and Hermione gasped more audibly.
"Be careful Ron!"
"I'm trying!"
Hermione shushed him, grabbing the flute from Harry and beginning to play it. As a new, improvised melody flew through the air, she watched Harry, and then Ron jump down inside the trapdoor.
Hermione gulped. She hoped nothing had happened to them. She was putting up a front, but she was downright terrified of what they were doing.
Are they okay? Hermione forced herself to think, but in reality, only Ron's face crossed her mind.
"It's safe, Hermione!" She heard Ron's voice, sounding distant from below.
He's okay! She sighed in relief, before slowly placing the flute down and dashing toward the trapdoor, flinging herself inside. She registered Fluffy thrashing around as she rocketed down, her hair whipping around her face as she screamed bloody murder.
Ron, I'm coming.
A/N: Cannon first year. Brings you back, doesn't it?
Done for:
Alphabet Soup Drabble Collection Competition-M for Mongrel
OTP Boot Camp-Prompt #12-Fear
Latin Challenge-Timeo; fear, be afraid