Okay, now for the fun part. I own no one and nothing except for Bethany and Jen. Everyone and Everything else is property of J.K. Rowling. Thank you, and please enjoy my story!

Oh, God. she chuckled. God…only muggles believe in him. Okay then, whoever, help me get in before curfew. She walked at a brisk pace towards the eagle statue. The halls were quiet, beside her footsteps and the paintings whispers.

She turned toward a painting of a haggard witch who was whispering into a hippopotamus' ear, "Okay yes it is true! I did it, okay. Now would you tell all your little friends to stop bugging me?" A smile crossed the witch's face as she gasped and ran into the next painting and the next, spreading the news.

I'm sure I'm going to regret that…oh well. Right now I jus- her thoughts were interrupted as she turned the corner to see the statue asleep and her chances gone.

"Fuck…"she whispered pulling her hair back in frustration, "Okay now what?" she looked around for an answer. Of course!

She walked around looking for a door that looked out of place, hoping that it was close and not in use. Turning corner after corner, trying not to run into Filch, she was exasperated and becoming a little tired. Finally she just slumped down against a wall. She heard a grinding noise like wood on stone and looked around.

There, about five feet to her left, a door was appearing, growing bigger and bigger as it came to rescue her. She exhaled and started walking toward the Room of Requirement, but, once again, came to a halt as she heard voices and the door opened. She ducked behind the corner and lowered her breathing. She dared a glance to see who was coming out of the room: a tall boy with white blonde hair sleeked back and two big goons that looked like they would crush her if they sat on her. She let out short low breath, but somehow, blondie heard it and turned his head toward her hiding spot.

She ducked back and held her breath, waiting for the worst. She could hear footsteps, but her heart was pounding in her ear so loud she couldn't tell if they were growing or fading. She closed her eyes, gathered herself, and once again, dared a glance around the corner, only to see nothing there.

Yet another sigh of relief and back to business. She rounded the corner, only to find the Room of Requirement gone. Exasperated, she walked toward the stairs, heading for the fifth floor.

The prefects' bathroom was rather large and dimmed nicely, so there was a golden tint on all the marble. Everything was calm, except for the snoring mermaid, which would only help her sleep more. Thank you, Jen. Why didn't you tell me about this before. She laughed, and scanned the room again, looking for something to sleep on. She spotted the pile of towels in the corner.

After getting situated behind the line faucets (so that she was at least somewhat hidden), she laid her head down on her white linen pillow and snuggled up under her towel, cautiously drifting towards sleep.

Bethany awoke in a cold sweat, someone was coming into the bathroom. Correction: two people. She covered her body in towels and peeked between two faucets. It was a girl and a boy, both Gryffindor, or at least they were wearing Gryffindor robes. They didn't look like anyone she had seen before around the grounds. It was a short girl with black hair, that seemed to be getting shorter and smaller by the second. She was with a tall lanky boy that looked like Ron Weasley, except his hair was white blonde. Bethany realized their faces were also changing, actually their whole appearance. As if they were becoming whole different people. After about ten more seconds their transformation was complete and she realized it was blondie and the short goon from earlier.

Her eyes widened as she realized how much trouble she could be in if they were prefects. But, then Beth came to her senses and realized why would they be prefects disguised as two other prefects?

The two outlaws started reviewing everything they did that night in hushed tones, of course low voices don't work well in large echoing bathrooms. Beth heard something about how Umbridge will be so proud when they tell her what they found out about Potter and his gang of "mud-blood fools".

Well now I know what house they are really in, she couldn't help, but let out the quietest snort she could manage. Then Beth realized: they had stopped talking. They were looking at the window behind her. The curtain had opened a bit, to reveal a pile of towels, moving ever so slightly. Blondie took out his wand, Beth's eyes widened as he looked straight in them. He walked up to her and said:

"Good morning."

Beth woke up again. The words ringing in her ears. Then-

"Good morning!"

Beth screamed and turned. It was Jen, standing over her with her hands on her hips, grinning. The sun was up and pouring through the windows, dancing on the water of the pool. The mermaid was woken up by the scream and doing its version of mumbling angrily.

"Way to scare the hell out of me. You looking to cause a heart attack?" Beth exclaimed getting up and stretching.

"No. I didn't think a simple greeting was a death threat." She laughed and handed Beth her brush and other styling products, "I also brought you a shirt didn't you wanted people to see that potion stain again"

"Thanks. What time is it?"

"About time to go. You have approximately two and a half minutes until the other prefects get in here."

And in one minute they were out and heading to the great hall for breakfast.