(A/N: Wow. Only one review. Ouch! I'm 5'10, klutzy, and poor; so no, I don't own Harry Potter (No matter how yummy he may be.). Please, for the love of all things bacon-y, review!)

Chapter 12: Somebody Hand Me a Phone, because I Freaking Called it!

At eleven fifteen I slipped out of my bed into my converse and pulled on my sweater. As I was grabbing my wand, I heard a scoff. I turned to see a very disapproving Hermione.

"I can't believe you are going to help them break the rules and lose who knows how many points." She sniffed.

"Hermione, you and I both know they are going to do this no matter what. Now, I think Malfoy is up to something; therefore, I want to be there to help them when the other shoe of Malfoy's plan falls." I say as we walked down to the common room.

"All the more reason to stop this selfish venture of theirs." She said in a condescending tone I didn't much care for. My ears started to redden.

"Are you even listening? They are going to go no matter what anyone tells them. They are boys; they won't back down when they are challenged by a rival/nemesis! I would know, I grew up with one of them." I said in a tone that showed my diminishing patience with my friend.

"Gryffindor is more important than some silly rivalry." Hermione scoffed.

"Not to them, and as their friend not to me either. It shouldn't be to you as well. House points can be regained in an instant, and friends are more important." I say as calmly as I can manage, my face red as my hair. Hermione better be careful, my fuse is about to blow.

"Friends come and go, but grades and your record are forever. Clearly your priorities are out of order!" She said firmly, but angrily too. My eyes hardened at that, she had crossed a line.

"If you really mean that, then I don't think I'll be able to stand being your friend seeing as you don't find me as important as a few measly house points. I can't believe you; I thought you were better than this!" I growled out. As soon as I saw the hurt look on her face, I felt bad about what I said but I can't say that I didn't mean it.

Just as Hermione ran upstairs, the subjects of our argument came "sneaking" (honestly, they looked pretty ridiculous) down from the boy's dormitories.

"S'up?" I greeted them, trying to shake off the anger and hurt from the argument with Hermione. They both jumped, obviously not having spotted me before then. Stifling a snicker at their faces, I said, "Oh come on, did you really expect me not to go with ya'll? I trust Twat-foy as far as I can throw him and you guys are my friends, and Ron, you are my brother!"

Harry and Ron exchanged a glance, shrugged and motion for me to join them. They knew they didn't have time to argue with me. I smirked at that thought as we creeped along; I noticed the Fat Lady wasn't in her frame…. that could be problematic. Just then we heard a sniffling noise a little bit ahead of us. It sounded like a ghost had a cold…. But ghosts don't get colds do they? It'd be heck to try and cure them. I mean their dead, and all. Oh, it's just Neville.

"How's your arm?" Harry asked. He is just so caring….Errrr, disregard that.

"Oh, it's fine; Madam Pomfrey healed it in about a second. I forgot the password though so I've been sleeping out here." He replied embarrassedly.

"Well, the password's 'pig snout,' but it won't help you much because the Fat Lady decided to take a midnight stroll." I said, rolling my eyes at the Fat Lady's antics.

"Anyway, we've got to be going…" Ron said trying to get us to go to the trophy room fast and ditch Neville. (so pushy, but you gotta love him)

"Don't leave me! The Bloody Baron's already been past here twice!" Neville exclaimed in a panic, poor fellow.

"Fine." said Ron. "But if you get us caught I won't rest until I learn the Curse of the Bogies that Quirrell was talking about and used it on you!"

At this point, Harry hushed us because we were supposed to have been acting sneaky so as not to be caught by Filch and his demon cat. Pretty soon all of us were twitchy and paranoid, and you can't blame us; it looks like a cheesy horror film in this place at night. I vaguely expected Dracula to jump out and claim that he "vanted to suck our blood, bleh!" Anyway we had finally made it to the trophy room and settled in to wait.

And wait.

And wait!

And wait some more!

Just when Ron was suggesting that maybe Malfoy had chickened out, we heard someone. It was Filch. Big. Freaking. Surprise. Man, Malfoy is such a little shit! Anyway, Harry motioned for us to run quietly away and we were doing pretty well until I almost fell into a suit of armor. I dodged it at the last moment and sprung back up breathing a sigh of relief. Right as Neville crashed into it. Well, hell.

"RUN!" Harry yelled.

We didn't stop running until we got to the Charms corridor which was super far from the trophy room. Just as I was about to fall to the floor and demand a piggy back ride to the tower who should find us but Peeves? This night just keeps getting better and better.

"Out of bed, ickle Firsties? Naughty, naughty, you'll get caughty!" he cackled.

"Not if you don't tell someone, Peeves, please!" Harry pleaded.

"But it's for your own good you know, for me to tell someone." he said in an indignant tone that fooled no one.

Ron lost his patience at that point and swiped at Peeves telling him to "get out of it." Well as it turns out, Peeves doesn't like people trying to hit him. Shocker.

"STUDENTS OUT OF BED! STUDENTS OUT OF BED IN THE CHARMS CORRIDOR!" he yelled in his loudest voice. Thanks, Ron.

We ran to the door at the end of the corridor to hide, and just to go with Murphy's law, it was locked. Thankfully, while the others were panicking, I remembered the unlocking spell.

"Yo! Move over, I got this! Alohomora!" I said tapping the lock. We ran in and listened to Peeves and Filch argue.

Basically Peeves was just winding Filch up and had no plans of telling him where we were. On an interesting side note, Filch has quite the potty mouth so I had more cuss words to add to my collection. Huh, it smells like dog breath in here. Gross. And Neville's tugging on Harry's robe. At his insistence, we turned around. Why did we turn around?! I could have gone my whole life without the nightmares this is going to cause!

There was a ginormous three-headed dog in a bad mood in here. Its breath was quite potent so I looked down to avoid it burning my eyes. What was it standing on? I think that's a trap door. Man, this is some guard dog. It would make all the guard dogs in Texas piss themselves. This one actually looks like it wants to eat us, so we ever-so-smartly decided to run like hell. I think this was a good choice on our part, but that might just be me.

Once we got back into the common room, we sat in the armchairs to try and calm down a bit. Emphasis on tried.

"What do they think they're doing, keeping a thing like that in a school? If any dog needs exercise, that one does!" Ron raged.

"While I agree with that statement, I would like to point out it was standing on a trap door. So it might be guarding something." I suggested.

"I was too preoccupied with the heads." Harry said.

Neville looked traumatized. On that note, I went to upstairs and plopped on my bed and fell asleep in an instant.

(A/N: If anyone got the AVPM/S reference, it'll make my whole week! XD Again, please review!)