A Feeling (OC x Harry Potter)

Good Puppy?

         At half-past eleven, I snuck out of bed, making sure I wouldn't wake any of the three girls, put on my robe, grabbed my wand, and headed down to the common room. All three of us met at the top of the stairs and quietly tip-toed towards the fat lady's portrait.

     "I can't believe you're going to do this Harry." We head from the chair closest to us. The lamp next to it flicked on and there sat Hermione Granger in her fluffy pink robe and a large frown on her face. "You? Go back to bed!" Ron tried to instruct her.

     "I almost told your brother, Percy, he's a perfect and he'd put a stop to this!" She whispered, only making the boys more pissed off. "Wait, but I saw you in your bed?" I asked her, confused how she had beat me down here, but also hoping I could distract her away from thinking about Percy. "Pillows." I nodded when she told me. It was a common trick that even the twins and I would use back at home when we wanted to go outside and catch fireflies or I needed to be in their room to help with a prank. 

     "Come on," Harry told Ron and me, ignoring Hermione while grabbing my wrist and leading us through the portrait hole. He should've known Hermione was too stubborn to give up so easily, but even knowing that I didn't expect her to follow us out. 

     "Don't you care about Gryffindor? Do you really only care about yourselves?" I shot her a hurt look, but her eyes remained on Harry. "I don't want Slytherin to win the House Cup, and you'll lose all the points I've gotten from Professor McGonagall for knowing about Switching Spells." She continued to hiss at us.

     "Go away." He told her. 

      "All right, but I warned you, you just remember what I said when you're on the train home tomorrow, you're so-" But Hermione stopped speaking. I glanced back to see why she stopped talking and saw that she stood frozen in place, looking at an empty portrait. The Fat Lady must've gone on a nighttime walk and abandoned her painting, not thinking any students would be out this late. I wanted to laugh but coughed into my hand instead, but the bushy-haired girl still glared at me. "Now what am I going to do?" She desperately asked us. Harry and I shrugged but Ron had had enough.

     "That's your problem. We've got to go, we're going to be late." We turned and left but Hermione caught up with us before we even got to the end of the corridor. "I'm coming with you." She told me. "You are not." Ron snapped back at her.

     "Do you really think I'm going to stand out here and wait for Filch to catch me? If he finds the four of us I'll tell him the truth. That I was trying to stop you and you can back me up." I shook my head at her, "Hermione that won't help you. You were still out of bed and left the common room after curfew." And within a second of me finishing my statement before Hermione could even retort back, Ron declared, "You've got some nerve-" But was cut off by Harry. "Shut up! All three of you." He snapped at us. "I heard something!" 

     And he was right. Once everyone stopped moving and kept as quiet as we could we heard loud sniffing. "Mrs.Norris?" Questioned Ron. I groaned at the red-eyed devil cat's name. We were squinting to try and see anything but instead of finding Mrs.Norris, we found Neville curled in a ball and fast asleep on the floor, but as we got closer to him, he bolted awake.

     "Thank goodness you found me!" He told us loudly, "I've been out here for hours, I couldn't remember the new password to get into bed." We all shushed him. 

     "Keep your voice down, Neville. The passwords 'Pig Snout' but it won't help you now, the Fat Lady's gone off somewhere." Ron informed him. I couldn't help but wonder where the Fat Lady would be this late at night but I guess that since she had to be available all day for students she would socialize at night. But with who?