It's not particularly funny, but it is, hopefully, hot. It is not intended for younger audiences. Harry listened closely to Ron's snores, satisfied that his redheaded friend was sound asleep. He needed secrecy and stealth for his current mission, and Ron, unfortunately, was rarely capable of either. His mission: to take a peek at the small mountain of books in the Black Family Library that Mrs. Weasley had deemed "too dark" for anyone to read.
A Boy and His Cloak, a harry potter fanfic | FanFiction
Under the Invisibility Cloak. It was two in the morning on a freezing night in December and the boy's dormitory in Gryffindor tower was alive with snoring and heavy breathing. The towers window was being buffeted with heavy, thick, white snow. A relentless push from the wind made it seem to Harry as though the window would smash with the strength the balls of snow that were being thrown with the unforgiving icy gust.
Warning over, hope you enjoy :. Hermione strutted down the corridor of the Hogwarts Express, smiling as the students made way for her, amazement obvious on their faces. No longer was she the ugly Gryffindor bookworm. Her hair was long, curly and glossy; she had big doe brown eyes with thick lashes and ripe, plump, pink lips.
He had long ago exceeded his normal amount of drink and the clarity of his speech was progressively declining over the past hour, to the disgust of Hermione. Hermione, on hearing herself being called 'Hermy', made to reach over and hit Ron hard, but stopped at a warning glance from Harry. She sat back down with a frown, contenting herself with glaring at Harry while making sure that she didn't get caught in his piercing stare that could see right through her.