Yay! I kinda like this chapter, it's good fun. Quick thing if you can work out where I got my inspiration for this chapter then you get virtual Skiving Snackboxes! I might add this is the product of sugar, good times and really crappy, fake Irish accents... Joy... And this laptop is a bitch... No really... It hates me... It keeps making me spell things wrong and it won't let me press the underline or italics keys... I swear... Why did my dad give a hateful laptop... Regardless thanks to MissyKates for reviewing, that really did make my day looking at my story and having a review on this piece of written shite. So thanks again. And now to sleep, I also feel very fulfilled because I finally used a fronted conjunction in a spontaneous sentence. My English teacher would be so proud... Love to all those who read and review! ~nikki Xxx (Goddamn laptop! YOUR MOTHER IS A...HIPPOTAMOUS...WITH A BUCKET OF...MICKEY MOUSE...AND A STICK OF DYNAMITE...IN A CASTLE FAR AWAY WHERE NO-ONE CAN HEAR YOU!)

I won't go into huge detail about our current situation but here's what you really should know:

After George dragged me off, we pulled the prank of the century. We turned Professor Snape into a rainbow coloured leprechaun. Which sort off explains what George and I were doing right now which is, running away from previously mentioned rainbow, leprechaun Snape, which in itself is highly amusing. Add in everyone we collide into laughing at this rainbow mini Snape with an Irish accent and it soon turns from amusing to goddamn hilarious!

Eventually, still being chased George and I rounded a corner and took a quick rest.

"Either he was once an Auror or a Muggle cop," George panted, resting his hands on the opposite wall and letting his head fall forwards, ginger hair flopping in his eyes.

I was breathing so heavily I couldn't do anything but give a breathy laugh. My cheeks were flushed from running, stray golden locks stuck to my warm forehead. The majority of my hair was pulled into a haphazard plait.

We both looked down the passageway we'd just come through and gave away our hiding place as Snape, still complete with the Irish accent, came charging after us.

"Go!" I urged, shoving the redhead down the perpendicular corridor.

"Can't run anymore!"

"Unless you want cauldron scrubbing duty for the next two months! In fact make that years!"

George audibly groaned and as we heard Irish tinged cussing coming from down the corridor we'd just run through, we both sprinted down the cobblestone corridor to our right.

We ran down any flight of moving stairs we could see, followed quickly by a slowly growing Snape, which made him slightly faster. George grabbed my wrist, the both of us still in breathless hysterics, and tugged me down the nearest staircase.

We heard Snape grumble as he just missed the staircase before it moved, we turned back to face him. I stuck my middle finger up at him (I wasn't quite sure what it meant but according to Eloise McCarthy our dearest Muggle-born friend, it meant something incredibly offensive in the Muggle world.)

George let out a snort through his ragged breathing, before he pulled me down an empty, stony corridor. He stopped at a painting of a bowl of fruit and took a minute to catch his breath.

"Still…b…bored?" I asked, between gulps of precious air, wiping the accumulating sweat from my forehead.

"W…what…do…y…you…think?" He replied also rasping.

I gave him a wide smile and a playful punch in the shoulder. He stared at me just for a second a familiar, lopsided grin on his face. It looked different somehow, it wasn't the same grin he gave everyone, I couldn't peg how exactly but it was different, like something just for me, only me.

Unfortunately that moment was ruined by a spell whizzing past our heads as we realised somehow Snape had caught up to us, nearly back at full height with his Irish accent diminishing. He was still rainbow coloured though…

George quickly snapped back to reality and began tickling the pear in the portrait.

"George?" I asked.

He didn't look at me, he just replied: "Trust me."

"Okay…but whatever you're doing make it quick." I shot a worried look towards Snape currently running at top speed towards us, wand clutched angrily in hand.

"George…"

"Got it"

I looked back and saw my redheaded, idiot of a best mate looking quite pleased with himself as he stood in front of a secret passageway.

"After you, milady." He said sardonically gesturing in a sweeping motion to the entrance.

I rolled my eyes in mock exasperation before scrambling down the passageway and remembering Snape was hot on our heels dragged George by the collar after me.

The entrance to this secret tunnel George had dragged me down started to blacken and I panicked.

I am terrified of the dark.

The tunnel was soon pitch black. I couldn't move. I was rooted to the spot. I was petrified, just like those students last year…

"George?" I called, anxiety rife in my voice, I could feel tears spring in my eye as the darkness enveloped me, my breathing was uncoordinated but not just from running earlier. My hands and body were shaking and if we stayed in the dark to much longer that shaking was going to be much worse.

"Lumos." A light sprang from the tip of George's wand. I'd been so frightened I had forgotten my zebrawood wand tucked safely beneath my Gryffindor robes.

George looked over to me and frowned when he saw me shaking with mercurial tears rolling down my face, my jade eyes glistening, fresh with more.

"Are you okay Rach?"

"George Weasley, you arse!"

Hehehehehe rainbow coloured, leprachaun Snape. Ahhh conversations about the Nyan Cat whilst trying to speak like the Irish. How nostalgic...