Locked Out

One step, two steps, three steps, four…WHACK!

"Ow! Bloody hell!" Ron exclaimed after walking into the solid oak doors to the castle.

"Merlin Ron, watch out." Hermione said as she watched Ron rub his sore nose.

Harry laughed and tried pushing the doors open with no luck.

"Ahh guys, they won't open." He said, walking backwards, looking up at the doors.

"Why would they be locked? It's not that late." Ron said as he stared at the doors, as if he could open them with his mind.

Hermione looked down at her muggle watch. "Not that late! It's quarter past twelve. Of course the doors are going to be locked, it's past curfew."

Ron grimaced at the sound of her voice; this was not the first time they had been out past curfew. The last two times they had been able to get in using Harry's firebolt. But not this time. This time they would have to stay outside till morning.

"Well," Harry said chuckling. "At least we get to spend the night together."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh joy, a camping trip. If you haven't realized, we don't have any blankets, and its freezing."

Harry stopped laughing and watched as she rubbed her hands up and down her bare arms, trying to warm them up. He walked over to her, pulling his jacket off as he did so, and put it over her shoulders.

"Harry, what are you doing? You'll freeze!" She exclaimed, but couldn't stop herself from pulling the jumper tighter around herself.

Harry smiled at her. "Don't worry about it."

Hermione smiled her thanks and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek lightly. Harry's cheeks went beet red so he looked down at the ground shyly. Looking back up, he saw the murderous look on Ron's face and nervously took a step back. He had known for a while now that his mate had feelings for Hermione, but he also knew that Hermione didn't like him that way, she liked a certain Professor in green.

Hermione smiled again and turned around to look at Ron. Gone was the murderous look, replaced with one of possession. She frowned and turned back to Harry. "We should find a place to sleep."

Harry nodded in agreement. "What about the tree near the lake? It'll keep us try if it rains."

Hermione smiled as she thought about that tree. She loved sitting under it when she wanted to be by herself and just think. Nodding, she started walking towards the lake with Harry beside her and Ron behind them.

Once they reached the tree, Harry and Hermione sat down, both leaning against the trunk of the wide tree. With a sigh, Hermione let her eyelids flutter shut. Just as she began to drift off into a light sleep, Ron stepped on a twig, causing it to brake with a loud SNAP!

With a groan of annoyance, Hermione rolled her head away from Ron. Was it so bad of her to ask for some peace and quiet? Obviously, it was. She looked at Harry with a 'This-is-all-your-fault' look. He smiled apologetically at her with a faint blush coloring his cheeks. Whether it was from embarrassment or from the cold breeze, her didn't know.

Hermione shivered, even though she had Harry's jumper, as the cold wind blew across the surface of the lake and into her face. Harry opened his arms, offering to share body heat. Hermione fell into the embrace, ignoring the snarl that came from Ron and buried her head in the crook of Harry's neck. As she ignored the sound of Ron's teeth grinding together, her thoughts began to wonder.

Hermione walked along the pathway leading to the lake. Watching the leaves swirl around her feet, she didn't see the figure in front of her.


She started falling, but the person caught her around the waist. Standing up right, Hermione looked up into two Emerald eyes. Hermione gasped as her Professor pulled her closer and leaned in.

Hermione opened her eyes to see nothing but green. Wait, that couldn't be right, it was autumn, everything should be yellow and orange. Sitting up, she saw that the green was material. Robes.

Oh buggeration.

Looking up, she saw that the owner of the green robes was none other than Professor McGonagall. Swallowing past the lump in her throat, she spoke.

"G-Good morning, Professor McGonagall."

McGonagall looked at her then down to the arm around her waist. Following her line of sight, Hermione looked down and saw the arm. She followed it up to the shoulder, and up to the face covered with red hair. Wait, red hair? Didn't she fall asleep with Harry?

"Ronald! Get your arm off me. This minute!"

Ron flung his arm off her, just as she stood up and stood next to Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall!

Oh dear, was he in trouble. They both had identical looks of anger. He looked at up into his professor's eyes; they were changing color. She was furious. He looked over to Hermione and flinched backwards from the glare she was sending him.

"Mister Weasley, what are you doing?"

"Uhh…I was...um…trying to keep her warm." He finally stuttered out.

Hermione's eyes flashed. "I was fine, thanks to Harry!" She looked around her. "Where is Harry? Professor, do you know where Harry is?"

"I sent him inside to get something to eat and warm up."

Hermione suddenly realized how cold it still was. Unconsciously, she started to rub her hands up and down her arms. McGonagall saw this and unwound her scarf from her neck. Wrapping it around Hermione's, she continued talking to her. "Why were outside all night Hermione?"

"We were locked out and we couldn't get in."

"Why were you out after curfew?"

"Uh, well Harry had a dream and he wanted to get some air. After a couple of minutes, I came looking for him."

McGonagall arched her eyebrow. "That does not explain why Mr. Weasley is out here with you."

Hermione frowned. "He decided I needed protecting, so he followed me out." She said, glaring daggers at him.

The older witched smiled slightly, but it vanished when she looked at Ron. He was staring at Hermione. More precisely, he was staring at her body.

"Mr Weasley!"

Ron jumped at the sound of her voice. "Y-Yes Prof-fessor?"

"Will you kindly stop staring at Miss Granger's body!"

It was not a question, even he realized that. His face flushed, from embarrassment and anger. He looked away but not before catching the murderous look on Hermione's face.

"You perving git! How dare you!"

Seeing that this could turn into something more, Minerva stepped in. "Mr Weasley, leave us." When he didn't move, she spoke louder and sterner. "Now!"

Ron jumped up and sprinted for the castle. Once he was out of sight and hearing range, Minerva turned to look back at Hermione. "I'm sorry Hermione. I did not mean to start a fight between you two. I hope your…relationship does not fall apart because of what I did."

Hermione was looking straight into her green eyes, not really taking in anything her Professor was saying. "That's okay, I wouldn't have notic…wait, relationship? There is nothing going between the two of us!" She exclaimed, after what her professor said sunk in.

"Really? That is not what is going around. People are saying that you and Mr Weasley are an item."

Hermione snorted. "Like that's going to happen."

"Why is that?" McGonagall asked curiously.

"I'm gay Professor." She stated bluntly.

Minerva stood rooted to the spot. She was gay?

Shaking her head, she looked the young woman in the eye and smiled. "You want to know something? So am I."

Anyone have any idea's for this? Any at all?

Because I sure as hell don't. :)