Hold her hand and run.
One more week until we have to catch the train home for the summer. Our exams our finished, results are coming any day now. Seamus, Neville, Ginny, Lavender, Parvati and me snuck down to the kitchens tonight. Ginny said she knew of a house-elf in there, named Dobby, who is very helpful to any of Harry Potter's friends, even more so if you give him a pair of socks. Apparently they're very important to him, something about having been given his freedom. I'm not really sure.
What I'm sure about is that she was very correct. He continuously expressed is gratitude to "Miss Wheezy" and her friends.
All was well and fine in the kitchens. We hung around for a good two hours, snacking on whatever the house-elves brought over, drinking various drinks, telling numerous stories or jokes, reminiscing our favorite memories of the fading school year.
The problem comes now. It's well past curfew and we need to make it undetected to the 7th floor. We split up in pairs, Seamus and Lavender, Parvati and Neville, and Ginny and me. Each pair went in a different direction once we hit the main staircase.
Being paired with Ginny was a blessing and a curse. She knew more ways around, courtesy of her brothers, but we also took the more out of the way route. And wouldn't it figure that's the way Mrs. Norris and Filch are patrolling at this time tonight?
We try to hide behind a tapestry, hoping they'd pass by, but to no avail. Mrs. Norris stuck her head behind it and began to meow loudly for Filch. Lovely, there are his footsteps now. I look at Gin and make a split second decision.
I grab her hand and run. Filch won't be able to catch up with us. We're currently on the fourth floor. We need to get up three and across the castle still. I think we can make it with no problem.
Gin starts to take the lead; she knows the secret passageways around. She quickly gets us to the 7th floor. We slow down to a jog now. It's not really necessary to go full speed. I turn to look at her.
Her face is flushed and she's breathing heavily. Despite it all though, she's grinning broadly, looking every bit thrilled at the chase we just won. I grin back. We make it to the portrait of the Fat Lady and pant out a password at her. Neither of us noticed we're still holding hands until its time to step through the portrait hole.
The thought that I wouldn't mind running from Filch every night with her crosses my mind before I shake it out of my head.