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Which Bunk?

At eight o'clock I crawled out of the common room and made my way towards the East of the castle -towards the Griffindor Dorms. I stood waiting for the last staircase to change position and stood infront of the fat lady painting.

I sighed. "Slytherstinks."

No reply.

"Hey! Open up I need to go in."

"Slyther-Stinks!" She said in a cheery, very derogatory way.

"Yeah, yeah. Let me in."

"But you're not a Grffindor."

"I know the password don't I?" I snarled. "Now let me in before I incendio your canvas."

"OoOOo. The little Slytherin girl making snide comments?"

"What's going on?" George was at my shoulder.

"The stupid pig Lady won't let me in."

"The password is Slytherstinks. Sorry about that."

"NO SLYTHERINS ALLOWED IN THE DORMITORY!" The painting gasped.

"Hey, this one is!" I said, thoroughly annoyed.

George rolled his eyes. "Just let us in. Slytherstinks."

The frame swung open and George climbed through the gap, I followed quickly, not wanting to be shut out.

"I'LL BE KEEPING MY EYE ON YOU!"

"Whatever."

"That fucking woman, honestly." George sighed.

"Fat Lady again?" Fred said from the couch. Neville, Ron and Hermione were sat around the table too.

"Yeah."

Hermione gave me an awkward stare, and there was a lot of tension between the two twins.

"Anyways." Said Ron, "We need to study so can you two shove off please."

"Nah! We need to study too!" Said Fred, indignantly.

"What for? You don't have any more exams until the end of this year? Its not like you have to do mocks." Said Hermione, breaking her stare away from me.

"Okay fine. We're very behind in potions." Said George. "Buut... I brought drinks!"

He placed a crate of beer cans on the table.

"Muggle drinks?" I asked.

"Yeah. Thought it'd make a nice change from firewhiskey."

"Sure." Ron was already grabbing a can and passing one to Neville. He took it without really knowing what was going on.

"Neville you don't have to drink that." Said Hermione. Giving Ron a judging look.

"Aw c'mon Mione. It's just one drink. Let him have it." Argued Ron.

Neville clicked open the lid and poured a little into a glass on the table. We all stared as he took a testing sip. The drink dribbled back out of his mouth and into the glass.

"Urgh. No. No thank you." Neville said, disgusted.

I laughed and took the almost full can out of his hand, taking a sip. "Mm. Haven't had muggle drinks in ages. Forgot how good they were. Where's Harry anyways?"

Detention with Umbridge. And I won't be drinking. We need to study." Said the goody-two-shoes Hermione Granger.

"Loosen up a little Hermione!" Said George, clasping her shoulders.