When Harry met Wednesday

Chapter 17: Extracurricular activities

WARNING: There's a bonus scene at the end with -gasp- hanky panky. Skip it, skip to it, whatever you want to do is fine by me.

Author's Note: Well, that was a longer than usual time between updates. Hopefully real life will settle down a bit, and I can go back to more frequent updates, but for now I can't say when that will happen.

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Chapter 17:
Extracurricular activities

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'Shit, shit shit shit shit shit!' Ron swore in his thoughts as he tore through the castle. Approaching a corner, he headed toward the seventh floor as fast as he could.

There were only two places Ron knew of that didn't show up on the Marauder's Map, and the room of requirement was one of them. He had tried for the Chamber of Secrets first, but that hadn't worked out. Not only was he unable to hiss the right password, but Moaning bloody Myrtle had gone completely mad. The barmy ghost was sobbing and wailing ear-piercingly loud, and she had stopped up all of the bloody toilets too. He'd left the flooded bathroom in a hurry, deciding that with Myrtle in such a mood, nobody could make it to the chamber in the first place.

Rounding the corner at top speed, he nearly bowled over someone coming from the other direction.

"Mister Weasley!" Professor McGonagall nearly shrieked in outrage. "Just what do you think you're doing running through the halls like a first year on a cheering charm? As a sixth year you should know better, and as a prefect doubly so."

Skidding to a halt, Ron cursed himself for not using the map to make sure his path was clear. "Professor, I... I think Hermione is in danger."

She fixed him with a flat stare. "In danger? Is this another one of your fool adventures? Can we not go one year without you three taking it upon yourselves to solve some mystery? You are not the hero of some children's book Mister Weasley."

Ron's cheeks tinged red out of embarrassment, but he choked back the angry reply that would no doubt delay him even more. "Something happened to Harry over the summer..."

"I am well aware of the changes in Mister Black's home life, and the resulting shift in his demeanor." McGonagall interrupted. "Believe it or not, as head of Gryffindor, I do try to keep track of my students. Professor Dumbledore has voiced some concern as well, so I cannot fault you for worrying; however, I have not seen anything but positive changes in the former Mister Potter. I am quite saddened that he's abandoned his family, but I fail to see how this has anything to do with Miss Granger being in peril."

"Trust me professor, Harry might be doing good in class, but he's definitely gone Dark. We think it's that Addams girl's fault." Ron tried to quickly explain as he grew more worried about his friend. "Me an' Hermione are trying to get Harry back to how he's supposed to be, but I think something went wrong."

McGonagall closed her eyes, and rubbed her forehead in exasperation. "Remember what I said about this not being a children's book Mister Weasley. Next time any of you think something is wrong, come to me first. I am more that certain that she is just fine...Do you have anything you would like to add Miss Granger?"