A/N; This is a two part ficlet occurring on Easter weekend, 6th year. I also own nothing of the characters, places and such, everything belongs to JKR.

Ron looked around the table at his family, Harry and Hermione. Everybody was chatting happily while eating this amazing meal. His mum had always been a wonderful cook but this time it was heaven. Ron took another bite of turkey looking at his plate. There were slices of tender juicy turkey, potatoes with a touch of spice he couldn't name but that certainly made his taste buds dance with joy, a pile of vegetables cooked to perfection and two slices of home made bread. Reaching for the saucer on the table, he poured thick smooth gravy on his potatoes while his mouth was filling with saliva. He took a bite of that and savored the mixture of delicious tastes in his mouth.

He wanted the meal to last forever and to be done soon as well, unable to decide if he preferred the main course or if the sumptuous desert awaiting them would be just as mouthwatering and tasty. Glancing at the three different sorts of pie on the counter next to him, he thought his mum surely stored fresh cream somewhere and was also pretty sure there would be a cake for the occasion. He realized he had stopped eating so he shoved vegetables and turkey in his mouth and buttered a slice of bread.

The ginger head awoke with a groan running a hand on his face. It was just a dream. Looking at his alarm clock, he saw that it was 8.30am. On a Saturday. Go back to sleep, he told himself, you can sleep today. He rolled to his stomach, burying his head under the pillow. Yet, he knew he wouldn't fall back to sleep. The growl of his stomach was too imperious to ignore. Merlin, I'm hungry, he thought. Ranting against himself for waking up so early on weekend, he sat on his bed and opened the curtains. The blast of sunlight was blinding. Getting up, Ron slipped his long foot on the floor looking blindly with one of them for his slippers. He found one and put it on but the other one was nowhere in sight. He pulled on his bathrobe, bent down to check under the bed and saw it on the other side. Wondering how that happened, he crossed the foot of his four-poster.

He felt something rough against the sensible skin of his bare feet while putting it on. "Not again," he muttered as he was picking it up carefully to look what it was. By now, he was used to his dorm mates stuffing his shoes or slippers with weird things. The slippers were usually preferred; barefoot give a much better reaction, a lot funnier to watch. Fred and George were fond of that too. Shaking his right slipper over his bed, he saw only a simple bit of parchment fall onto the covers. The boys are clearly loosing their touch, he thought. Another growl of his stomach reminded him why he was the only one awake so he went to gather his things and headed for the shower.

Entering the dormitory, freshly cleaned and a little more awake, he paused at the door. Ron was juggling with the idea of waking up Harry as well. He was even fingering his wand, wondering if it would be a good idea to return the Levicorpus favor. After a few seconds, he opted for the more traditional wake up call. So, dropping his belongings on his bed, he grabbed his pillow and crept to Harry's four-poster wondering how his friend could sleep with the curtains open. He raised his pillow over his head then smashed it on Harry's side. Tangled in the covers, hair spiking in every direction, Harry woke up with a start nonetheless.

"Get up! Breakfast time. I'm hungry!" Ron summarized, thinking Harry's not so awake mind would not understand elaborate sentences anyway.

"What else is new?" Harry yawned while reaching haphazardly for his glasses. Once his eyes focused to the room, he glanced at the clock while sitting in his bed.
"8h45? On a Saturday? Are you out of your socks, today?" And with that, he dropped himself on his pillow again, rolled on his side and pulled the comforter to his chin. "You could eat by yourself, for once, Ron," he added, his eyes already closed.

"Fine," Ron replied heading back to his own bed to get dressed.

Once that was done, he left the dormitory without even noticing that Harry was observing him through his not completely shut eyes. As soon as the door was closed, Harry jumped out of bed and rambled through his trunk. Finding what he was looking for, he grabbed his wand and muttered something to the piece of parchment. Somewhere in one of the girl's dormitories, Ginny gasped as she read the words writing themselves on the parchment she was sitting in front of since the early hours of the day. Grasping it, she started to run as silently as she could out of the dormitory. At the same time, Harry's wand was touching another piece of parchment.


***

Hermione stretched out her arms in her bed, smiling. It's so good to sleep late, for once, she thought. Running a hand through Crookshanks' messy hair, she looked again at the alarm clock. 8h00 AM. It's been a long time since she's been in bed that late but it was Easter vacation and she could allow herself this treat today. The amount of stress was impressive lately with the exams coming, prefects duties, all those deaths in the news. She was even considering taking the morning off. Take a long bath, a relaxing breakfast and maybe even watch the Quidditch practice at 11h00. Smiling at Crookshanks, she said to him "That's a plan."

She sat her towel and soap on the floor of the prefects' bathroom and turned on the tap of her favorite bubblebaths. The room was immediately filled with soft aromas. Hermione ran her hand under one of the taps, making sure the water temperature was ok. She liked her bath water hot. So hot that her skin would turn a little bit red. Slipping out of her bathrobe, she stepped into the water and turned off the taps. She made her way to one of the corners to sit and setting herself comfortably, she closed her eyes pleasurably. The heat was dissolving her stress and relaxing her tensed muscles. The sent and the thick mousse of bubbles took her to another world. One that was calming and soothing. Secure. Safe. Like Ron's eyes. Can't you stop thinking about him? she asked herself with a slight frown. This is your morning off. That means no worries, questioning, lingering, etc. Go back to your happy place, now! This didn't change much since her happy place seemed to resemble strangely to the Burrow as she saw it last summer. A bit before nine, she decided that it was time for breakfast.

Starting to feel hungry, Hermione opened the door to her dormitory only to be run into by Ginny.

"Ow!"

"Sorry! Didn't see you."

"What are you doing here? Looking for me?"

"Yes!" Ginny answered a little too fast. "I wanted to see if we could have breakfast together," she added.

"Well, give me five minutes to get dressed. I'll meet you in the common room."

"Perfect," she said, darting downstairs.

***

"Got it! It was a close call though."

"I was worried when I saw her go upstairs. What's the plan now?"

"I'm going to breakfast with her in five minutes. Is everything ok with your part?"

"Yes. He's not going to miss it this time."

"I still need to go back up there to place the parchment. I'll manage, some way. Let me know when Ron leaves so I can go meet you in your dormitory."

"Sure." Ginny and Harry both put aside their piece of parchment and went on with their task.

***

The two girls sat across from Ron to eat their breakfast. The Great Hall was quiet, there was much less chaos than usual. Students were talking and laughing in small groups. At the Gryffindor table, Ron was eating as if he had been starved for a whole week. He barely stopped with his fork in mid-air to say hello to the girls. But even with the smell of eggs, bacon and toast, Ron's nose picked up a scent he already smelled somewhere. He thought it was one of Slughorn's potions but didn't fuss too much about it. There was still so much food in front of him begging to be eaten. After a sip of juice, he picked up his fork with renewed energy. Upon hearing the girls laughing, he looked up. The both of them were giggling and Ginny even started to imitate someone eating feverously with both hands looking at her brother.

"What? I'm growing!" he exclaimed trying to justify his behavior. Nonetheless, his ears turned slightly red seeing Hermione smiling at him.

He then resumed eating, a bit slower this time. He was even able to chat a bit with his friend and his sister. Once he was done, he said goodbye to the girls and headed to the dormitory. 9h30 and no Harry. This time, it's Levicorpus! he thought happily.

In the Great Hall, Ginny started to twinge in her seat after Ron’s departure.

"Are you ok?" asked Hermione.

"Hum? Yes. I think I'm done. Do you mind if I leave? I have something to finish before Quidditch."

"No problem. See you later, Ginny."

"Thank you."

***

Slowly opening the door of the dormitory not wanting to wake Harry up, Ron was deceived to see his bed empty. In fact the whole room was empty. He was so looking forward to see his friend dangling upside down that he sighed from deception and made his way to his bed. He was so focused on breakfast before that he didn't even put his pj's and shower stuff back in his trunk. Gathering everything in one big ball, he dropped it in his open trunk and closed it with his feet. With that done, another thing caught his eyes on his comforter. It was the piece of parchment that was in his slipper. Only this time, it was flashing different colors. Blue, green, yellow, purple, yellow again, pink, red, green… Looking at it curiously, he noticed for the first time that it was neatly folded, not the messy ball like the boys would have done if they simply wanted to annoy him and his feet. He reached and quickly tapped one finger on it as if to see if it was hot. Nothing happened, so he grabbed it and unfolded the parchment. At once, the colors stopped. Something was written.

Embark on this journey if you want to find what you heart desire. Five steps will lead you to your reward. This is the first one.

In this room full of knowledge
Find the one in the many
Telling you how to brew me
I need a hair or a toenail to be complete
Then you may be whoever you please

Ron looked puzzled. A journey to find what my heart wants? A reward? What's this rubbish? Reading the clue again; Brew me... That's obviously a potion. Be whoever you please… The Polyjuice potion, of course. I need a book telling me how to brew it, and that's at the library. Maybe Hermione is behind all this. Trick me to study or something. Although, she usually tell us or give us a study schedule. Maybe she noticed that it doesn't work and wants to try something new. I'll go ask her. With a last look at the clue, he left the room.

"Finally," Harry muttered under his invisibility cloak. "I thought he would never leave." Tapping his wand to the piece of parchment, he whispered; "He's on his way to the library. Come meet me up here when you're done with her," and watched the words scribe themselves on the sheet.

***

Ten minutes after Ginny left, Hermione was also done eating. She was wondering what she would do with her free time before Quidditch practice. Mechanically, and completely out of habit, her foot took her to the Fat Lady. Entering the common room, she saw Ginny sitting by the fireplace. Plopping herself in an armchair facing the entrance, she asked Ginny what she was doing.

"Finishing a potion essay," she responded. I need her to go to her dormitory, she thought, looking at her parchment. While Ginny was thinking, Hermione was surprised to see Ron exit the common room without even saying "Hi" to them; in fact, it was as if he didn't see them at all. He seemed to be reading something.

"Say, Hermione. Do you still have your old “1000 Magical Herbs and Fungi”? I need it for a reference and I can't find mine."

"Yes, I do. I'll go get it for you."

She knew perfectly well where it would be. In a pile of books on her bedside table. She still used it from time to time as a reference herself. Once in front of it, she was surprised to find a piece of parchment neatly folded on the top. It looked perfectly normal and had her name on written on it. She opened it curiously and read:

Embark on this journey to find what your heart desire. Five steps will lead you to your reward. This is the first one.

Delicious apples, grapes and pears
But those ones, you can't eat
They are hiding a secret
Guardians to the ones you too want to protect

"A treasure hunt!" she squealed. I love that. Dad prepared so many for me over the years. But who would do that here? she asked herself inwardly. Oh well, it's worth a try, she concluded but still making sure she had her wand at close reach, just in case. Fruits you can't eat… Plastic fruits? Who do I want to protect? Harry? Ron? Ginny? My family? The house elves? The house elves! The painting leading to the kitchen has fruits on it. That's it! That was an easy one.

She made a move to leave but quickly stopped, grabbed the book Ginny wanted from the pile and left hurriedly. She rapidly stepped down the stairs, and said to her friend that she was going for a walk while handing her the book. Hermione left without adding anything. As soon as the portrait hole shut, Ginny gathered her things and went up to the boys' dormitory. Opening the door, the youngest Weasley saw Harry sitting on his bed.

"She left," she said excitedly, walking toward him.

"I know," he replied pointing at the Marauders' Map in front of him. "Ron is in the library."

"Let me see," she said while setting herself on his bed.


A/N; This is part one everybody! Part two is already written and will be submitted as soon as this is accepted. Tell me what you think ( Are the clues too hard/easy, and such) so I can change things if that doesn't work out the way it is suppose to be.

A/N: I do not own any of the characters or the places. Everything belongs to JKR and I do not intend to make any money with her ideas.


Ron wasn't very familiar with the library. He was always with Harry or Hermione when he went. He rapidly eyed the tables. There were very few students on this sunny day, so if Hermione had been amongst them, he would have seen her easily. She wasn't. Oh right! Potion book, he reminded himself. Looking around, he realized he had no idea where the potion section might be. He settled to find Mrs. Pince to ask her. She directed him to a section covered floor to ceiling with books. He muttered a thank you then sighed. Hermione wasn't there either. He started to look at the titles in the "P" section and found two shelves of them. Scanning the covers, he found five books about Polyjuice and started to open them randomly. The forth book, Polyjuice, The Advanced Guide, had a piece of parchment similar to the first clue between the cover and the first page. He picked it up and went to sit at a table with his book to read the hint.

I am a symbol known by everyone
At my best in October, I can also eradicate your thirst
Though you and I share something in common,
You were raised at the Burrow while I grow on this castle ground

"Something that grows on the ground at its best in October," he murmured. Leaving the Polyjuice guide on the table, he exited the library and descended the stairs toward the entrance hall. Once outside, his eyes immediately fell on Hagrid's cabin.

***

"Now, do I need to go in the kitchen?" Hermione asked herself upon reading the first clue again. No, they are talking about the fruits, not the kitchen itself, she thought. She looked around in search of a sight that would tell her what to do. She started to run her hands on the painting and then on the frame. Crouching down to feel the very bottom of it, she finally touched it. Grinning widely, she pulled on the piece of paper and the little piece of tape holding it easily gave away. She unfolded it with eager fingers.

You may see us during breakfast
Though we're not there to eat.
Come see us were we live
In this room full of open windows.

Ghosts? There's always some in the Great Hall and they certainly can't eat, she reasoned, remembering too well Sir Nicholas' party. No, it can't be. They don't live. Teachers eat. Owls! The owlery! She did a little dance to herself but quickly calmed down. Prefects don't dance in the corridors. She then left as fast as she came.

The owlery was pretty far from the kitchens but it didn't take her very long to reach it. Eying the room, she said: "Two down, three to go." There were dozens and dozens of birds here and the vast majority of them were sleeping. Certainly, the hint wasn't on the floor, with all the droppings and everything. She couldn't see Hedwig or Pig. Maybe they were out delivering mail. Looking through the window, she saw a redhead that was surely Ron going to Hagrid's. She watched him walk for a moment then snapped out of her thoughts. She was here for a reason, after all. Turning on her heels, she saw it. So obvious, she needed to resist the urge to slap herself on the forehead. It has been next to her all this time, on the wall, near the door.

***

"Pumpkins! Wait! What do I have in common with them?" "It's obvious, no?" the little voice in his head retorted. He grumped a bit while heading to the pumpkin patch near Hagrid's cabin. This game was not that fun, now. He only hoped that nothing more than his hair was linking him to the fruit. He shivered realizing he didn't even dress for the weather before going out. It was sunny, yes, but still early spring. There was no smoke coming out of the little house, maybe Hagrid was with Grawp. Of course, there were no pumpkins since this was not the season, but Ron could see a fence surrounding the designed area. On one of them was pinned his third hint. Blowing in his hands to warm them, he picked it up.

Have you ever tried to count how many we are on these walls?
But I am unique, through my bravery
In your third year, I was the one and only
Willing to protect you from Sirius Black

"Bloody hell!" he said aloud. The paintings on the walls, that's a given. Might as well go back inside. His mind was blank. A brave painting? He didn't think that would exist. Ready to quit, he made his way to his common room, looking at the paintings surrounding him on his way for some inspiration.

"What is bothering you, dear?" asked the Fat Lady. He didn't notice he was there already; too occupied he was, mingling with the clue in his mind.

"You wouldn't happen to know a brave painting, would you?" That was worth a try.

"Oh, I know the bravest one of them all."

"You do? Which one is it?"

"Maybe you will remember him. He replaced me a few years ago when that crazy man escaped from Azkaban. He still visits me sometimes, you know," she added with a faint blush. Seeing the question marks in Ron's eyes, she felt the need to precise: "It's Sir Cadogan, boy! He is on the seventh floor."

"Thank you," he said rapidly, already backing along the corridor. I only hope he won't ask me to duel, he thought.

After using one short cut, Ron reached the seventh floor and was greeted by loud snores. Upon finally finding Sir Cadogan's painting, he was pleased to see that it was indeed the little knight who was taking a nap. He had no trouble finding the clue as it was taped to the bottom right corner of the frame. Hermione surely didn't want to start a row with him by trying to hide it behind the work of art. Maybe if he pulled gently and slowly on the parchment, he would be able to get it without waking him. Seizing the little roll carefully, Ron began to pull. He was almost there, one more… yes! But when the tape gave up, the painting shook a little making the knight's armor rumble. Not wanting to know what would happen now, Ron darted for the staircase at the end of the corridor. He didn't have time to take five strides that he heard menaces and dares coming out of the portrait. This was only another reason to run even faster. He stopped two floors lower when he noticed the strange look on the faces of other students he crossed on his way.

Out of breath, he sat on a stair and waited a few minutes before unrolling the parchment.

I am the door Harry crossed each year
Even if he wished he didn't have to
The room that I lead to saw suffering
And its only guardian has many ways to help you

That's the easiest one of them all, he though happily. The potion's dungeon. With that final reflection, he left feeling much more confidant to win this game.

***

"Where is he going?" Harry asked.

"No idea. He seems to be going downstairs… to the dungeons!"

"He thinks it's the potions' door!"

"Don't worry. I'm on it," Ginny told him just before leaving the dormitory quickly.

***

I think of a color that may well be one on the banner of one of the school houses
Then I think of an object that some dolls have, alike you have too
Finally, I think of a number associated with a triangle

The colors are obviously red, green, yellow and blue. And the triangle number is three, that's obvious too. Now, dolls have a lot of things. Me too. They have clothes, pets, plastic food, little furniture to go in their little dollhouses, … Hermione played with those thought for a while. This one was harder than the two previous clues. Red something 3. No. Green something 3. Greenhouse 3!

Hermione quickly went to get her cloak before stepping outside toward the greenhouse #3. She saw some students walking along the lake, a bit farther. Everybody seemed happy today, probably because of the perspective of chocolate eggs and bunnies tomorrow. Why do some chocolate always cheer people up? Her parents always sent her unsweetened chocolate, as the good dentists they were but she got some real chocolate every year from her friends anyway.

The air was quite warmer these days and she took her time to reach the greenhouse. She didn't have to search for the clue this time. It was simply pinned on the doorframe. Nobody went near the greenhouses during the weekends so there was no real need to hide it.

I host one of the most cherished tradition of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and if you respect the rules, you may win very useful points for your house… but keep an eye on the others or you might get hit pretty hard.

It couldn't be the sorting at the beginning of the year since nobody ever got hit during this ceremony and one of the other traditions she knew was the Quidditch Tournament. If the clue was hidden on the Quidditch pitch, she would have a hard time finding it. It is, after all, pretty huge. Nevertheless, she was pleased to spend some more time outside.

***

"Hey Ron! What are you doing down here?" asked Ginny.

"Er… I'm looking for something," he said examining the handle of door.

"Can I help? What's that in your hand?" Not waiting for the answer, she snatched the clue and read it while Ron was complaining loudly about the lack of privacy in his family. "Ron, why are you here? I thought Harry liked potion class with Slughorn."

"Yeah, well… It's still a pretty hard class. And what else could it be, anyway?"

"The hospital wing, thick head! Look! The room saw suffering, Madam Pomfrey has many ways to help you, and I'm almost positive that Harry doesn't like to be hurt and cross those doors."

"That sounds…"

"I think it's pretty clear, Ron."

"Alright, but you can't come with me. Don't you have anything else to do?"

"Don't worry, I have much more fun things to do. Try not to get lost on the way there," she teased him.

He was happy to leave the dungeons anyway since it was still cool down there at this time of the year. As a matter of fact, he felt the air become warmer and warmer as he was climbing the stairs. Alright, so he made a mistake. A lot of people would have, this was a confusing clue. I bet Hermione did it just to test me, he thought reaching the floor he was looking for. Suddenly, it hit him that he was on his way to the very last hint. It would be over soon and could go on with the rest of his day. He was a busy prefect after all. He had Quidditch practice today, and… and… Well, he's still busy enough not to spend his time running back and forth in the castle in search of little pieces of parchment. The corners of his lips twisted lightly as he refrained to admit to himself that it was nice to do something different, for a change. And the fact that Hermione did it just for him was a pleasant thought too.

The huge wooden doors were closed and there was nothing apparent on them. As he stepped closer, he heard absolutely nothing. It must had been a slow week for Madam Pomfrey. Ron's eyes glanced from top to bottom at the doors. Definitely nothing there. He would easily see a piece of yellowish parchment against the brown color of the entrance. Maybe Ginny was wrong. Nothing on the handles either. There were two statues, one on each side of the door. Maybe the clue was on one of them. Patting everywhere around the first one, he found nothing. It is when he strode towards the other that he finally spotted it, squeezed in a crack between two wood panels. It was folded so many time that it was about the size of a sickle. It was also a very tight fit and it took him a bit of time to extract it. He managed it nonetheless.

Mind your ears while in this room
You certainly don't want them hurt
Really careful you may be
'Till you're sure the room is empty
Last destination of this journey
Enter to find what your heart really wants

"Ha!" he exclaimed with a triumphant tone in his voice. He was waiting for this one. Fred and George once wrote a poem to Ginny using the same old trick. Mum was so mad when Ginny showed her the beautiful poem the twins wrote to her. The youngest Weasley hadn't noticed the acronym saying that she had a "clown head". It wasn't really mean but she was young. This particular one, though, spelled Myrtle and it didn't took long before Ron was on his way to get his prize and, most of all, show Hermione that he mastered all the clues, even that nasty fourth one, that she prepared for him.

Once in front of the girls' lavatory, he stopped and crossed his fingers, hoping Myrtle was off spying someone in the prefect's bathroom. He took one last deep breath and pushed the door open.

***

Hermione had been circling the Quidditch pitch for about ten minutes now and had found nothing. How can I find a piece of parchment the size of my hand in this place? I haven't even started the stands… Oh, this is ridiculous. Accio Clue! she said, pointing her wand nowhere in particular. A moment later, she saw something fly toward her to her right. This isn't cheating. There's no way someone could expect me to find it here. Her last hint was pretty easy for her too so she headed straight for the school, eager to get "what her heart really wants".

***

"Oh… Hi, Myrtle."

"Oooooh! You're the first one there. They didn't tell me who was coming. Of course, I couldn't expect anybody to come here just to see meeeeeeee," she said, sobbing the last part.

"Who are you talking about?"

"I can't say. I promised him," she added, batting her lashes.

"Him? I thought this was from Hermione…" he frowned. "Was there more than one person?"

"I can't say," she repeated in her most innocent voice, looking at him over her glasses. "Why are you here?"

"What? I thought you knew about the hints and stuff. You don't know where is my prize?" he asked, starting to look around.

"Who told you there would be a prize? There is a reward, they told me, but none of the sort you seem to be thinking about. Are you thick?"

"What!? Hey! I'm not. It should be obvious, no? I managed to get here. Now, give me my reward. I have very important things to do."

"Don't panic, your reward, as you say, should be here any minute now. If you're not so dumb, do you remember what was the last line of the fifth clue?"

"Enter to find what your heart really wants," he read aloud looking at his hint.

"Sooo…?"

"So what?" He was getting impatient. True, he escaped dueling with sir Catogan but Moaning Myrtle was no piece of cake either.

"What does your heart wants?" Myrtle asked detaching every word as if to teach a wall to count to ten.

"I don't know," he mumbled, hands in his pockets.

A silence lasted a few minutes in which Ron was thinking and the ghost floated in the room humming a funeral march.

The door suddenly opened and in stepped…

"Hermione!" Ron exclaimed, his face pale as he glanced at Myrtle, who simply winked to him.
"I mean. Hi! What are you doing here?" he asked in the most normal voice he could manage at this time, which was slightly higher than usual.

Hermione looked as stun as he was. She read the piece of parchment in her hand again and blushed a little. She was still wearing her cloak because she didn't want to lose time going all the way to Gryffindor tower and back to the lavatory.

"I just… Did you make that treasure hunt?" she said as she finally entered the room, looking at him questioningly.

"No. I thought you did. To get me to study or something…" he lingered.

"This is so much fun," squealed Moaning Myrtle. Hermione jumped at the sound. She was so startled to see Ron when she opened the door that she didn't even notice the other occupant.

"Can't you leave, Myrtle?" Ron was starting to get annoyed with her.

"I have instructions. I have to stay. It's not very often I get entertainment like this…" she retorted, her bottom lip trembling.

"Let's go somewhere else, Hermione. She won't give us our reward anyway. I asked her many times already."

"NO! Forget that stupid reward, you silly boy. You'll get it only if you guess the last line correctly."

"Ron, I think someone played a joke on us. They seem to suggest that… that I am what…er… your heart really wants," Ron blushed intensely at these words, "and that you are what mine…"

"Well, Hermione…" he cleared his throat, then added very low, "maybe."

Hermione looked at him in shock. Did he just say what she thought he said? Did it mean that he likes her? He was playing with his piece of parchment, not looking at her. Myrtle was bouncing happily in the air, saying "He got it!" over and over again.

"Hermione, say something," he said finally raising his eyes to meet hers.

She shot a look at Moaning Myrtle and muttered "Can we go someplace else?" Ron looked at the ghost, as if waiting for her permission.

"Now, you can," she nodded.

***

In the boys' dormitory, Ginny and Harry were high fiving each other as they saw their two friends' dot leave the lavatory side by side.

"Harry, you still didn't explain to me how you got Myrtle to help us," Ginny asked.

"I had to promise to visit her once a week for the rest of the term," he said a little more grimly. "But it was worth it!"

"I think so." Ginny grinned as she pointed at the two dots so close together on the map that it looked like it was only one.



A/N This is the end of a short little story. Hope you liked it. It was just a bit of fun. Feedback is always appreciated and thank you to the ones who reviewed the first chapter.