Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
Author's Note: How are all of you? I've got a spare moment or two so why not add a little to my story, eh? One thing I'd like you to know is that I used the idea of being able to track someone when they say a certain word from the Deathly Hallows. Remember when Harry said Voldemort and was captured by the Death Eaters? That's the idea I'm using.
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Hermione was nervous. Again she wished she had Harry's invisibility cloak.
She pressed her ear to the cold stone. She couldn't hear anything. But would she actually be able to out here?
Maybe if I open the door and jump to the side...
Not sure what to do, she backed away from the wall and prepared to run and hide if anything went wrong.
"Viridis."
Nothing happened.
Was she supposed to tap the third brick like the entrance to Diagon Alley?
She remembered that she hadn't seen the mysterious person last time, she had only heard their voice.
Hermione looked around. She was alone except for Crookshanks.
Suddenly this seemed like a stupid, useless idea. I should just go to bed. Why am I doing this in the first place? Sneaking into Slytherin House for its own sake! Preposterous!
She turned around and there was Ron.
Hermione's eyes flew open and waves of cold washed over her causing her skin to rise in goosebumps.
Ron didn't say anything but grabbed Hermione's arm and started dragging her back down the stone passageway.
How could he have known? No one followed me down here! Hermione was frantically wondering.
Neither said anything. Hermione figured he was dragging her back up to the Gryffindor common room. He probably wanted to have a "talk."
But when they reached the Great Hall, Ron didn't start up the stairs. He kept going to the wooden double doors at the entrance to the castle.
Ron wrenched the doors open and went down the steps, still holding onto Hermione.
He made a sharp turn towards the broom shed.
Hermione was terrified and confused. He can't be trying to make off with me, she thought.
But that was exactly what Ron intended to do, which became clear when he unlocked the broom shed (why does he have a key!?) and went in.
He grabbed one of the school practice brooms (cleansweep seven) and got on. He dragged Hermione on behind him.
"What are you doing? Where are we going?" Hermione bumbled out. She was afraid.
"Be quiet and don't move!" Said Ron harshly.
He kicked off from the ground and Hermione had no choice but to hold on for fear of falling off.
She had no idea where they were going as they rose higher into the air. High above the Hogwarts castle and grounds. So high that soon they could see all around: The Forbidden Forest, Hagrid's hut, the extensive grounds and lake, and Hogsmeade off in the distance, sleeping soundly in the dead of night.
Ron steered the broom northwards.
Hermione looked down. How was she going to get out of this one? She closed her eyes and said a little prayer.
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