A/N: So, I got a message a few weeks ago asking if I was going to finish this story. And I said no, because I was writing it seven years ago and I had no idea what was going to happen in it. But then I reread it, and I remembered stuff. Particularly, this thing I was going to do with a couch. So, I decided to wrap it up.

Sorry if it seems a little disjointed. I was trying to find that tone that I used to use for this series. But it was a little hard because I've, you know, graduated from high school and college since then. So, this is my shot. I tried to wrap up lots of loose ends. Including why Ginny found a pocket knife. Anyone remember that? Anyways, I made you all wait 7 years, let's get to it.

Disclaimer: I know. I'm poor. Now I have negative money, which is even less then I did back in the day. Let's not dwell on it. No rights are expected.

Hermione

Ginny looked at me like I was crazy. "You're crazy," she said.

See? I could read her pretty well. "Not really. You haven't noticed the way Harry looks at you? The way he hangs on your every word? They way he beat Draco to a bloody pulp for kissing you?"

"That's just because he hates Malfoy. The rest of that is because he misses you, because he's still in love –"

"He's not anymore, Ginny."

"Well, that doesn't make sense," she said, crossing her arms and sitting down on the couch.

"It doesn't; I admit it. When I confronted him about it, I-"

"Wait, you talked to him about this?"

"Yes."

"And he said he was… he was… you know?"

"Yes, Ginny. He said he was."

"Oh," she looked down at her shoes, deep in thought.

"Now will you stop kissing my boyfriend and help me figure out a way to get out of here?" I asked her, sitting down next to her on the couch. Ginny and I had never really been that close. She was just the only other girl around, but right now, I thought she needed a little companionship.

"Only if you stop kissing my brother," she muttered. Then she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "What the hell is this?" she asked, digging into the pocket of her jeans. She pulled out a red pocketknife. "Oh, right."

"Ginny, what's that?"

"I found it in the library. I assume you aren't being literal, right? You do know what a knife is?"

"Yeah," I said, taking it from her hand. "But look at these carvings. I think it's a magical pocketknife; they're called Anything Knives. It can cut through anything. Metal chains, doors, walls."

"In other words, that's exactly what we need to escape from here?"

"Pretty much," I said, staring at the knife to make sure I wasn't wrong. I could almost feel the mystical energy coming off it. With the carvings, it had to be an Anything Knife.

"Well, that's really convenient then," Ginny said. I tossed it back to her right when the door burst open and the Slytherins filed in to collect us.

Draco

When you think about it, throwing bottles at attackers is really not a sophisticated plan. But it was the only one Harry and I could come up with, which might speak to how smart Harry and I are, but I had decided not to analyze it.

And, by that last paragraph in my thoughts, I meant to be saying Potter. Not Harry. That's just weird.

We were chained up again, all six of us, waiting in a room full of Slytherins for Pansy Parkinson to come torment us. But at least Potter and I had something. Even though we didn't factor in the fact that we would be chained up, so throwing bottles wasn't going to be a good idea anyways. Oops.

When she came in, she started her evil banter. "So, I'm sure you've all guessed what's going to happen here. There's no possible way for you to escape and I have Draco-" she looked me in the eyes. "Draco, why are your eyes pink?"

"I don't know," I said. That was the truth. I had no idea what Potter had done to make it so my eyes were pink.

"Is that healthy? Draco, what if you're about to drop dead? Do you feel okay?"

Ah, yes. Pansy Parkinson's crush on me. Some things could interfere with evil master plans. In fact, that was very convenient then. "I think I'll be fine," I said, and managed a weak smile in her direction. Then I slumped over forwards, like I had passed out.

Hermione and Pansy both gasped. "Help him!" Hermione cried. Good thing she wasn't still mad at me. She knew that that would be way too much work in a situation like this one.

Luckily, Pansy was on the same wavelength. "Crabbe, go let him loose. Gently. Someone get him a pillow. Oh, Merlin, what does pink eyes mean?"

"Maybe it was a healing spell gone wrong?" Potter chimed in.

"God, Potter, you don't know anything do you? Watch his head!" she screeched as Crabbe not-so-gently laid me on the floor. Luckily, none of the bottles that were hidden in my shirt broke.

Now all I needed was a distraction.

Potter was on it. "Hey, Pansy. Did you know that you're a complete and total bitch. Everyone in the school hates you and thinks you're a slut and a bitch. Oh, and you smell bad."

Perfect. Just as Pansy was strutting over to slap Potter in the face, I sprung to my feet. I reached into my shirt and pulled out three bottles of butterbeer. I took aim, and threw one straight into Goyle's head (A/N: sorry Ruth). The glass shattered and he fell backwards on to his backside. I threw another one at Pasny, knocking her ass down as well, and leaving the Slytherin's momentarily leaderless.

"Ginny, now!" Hermione hissed, and Ginny started fiddling with her chains.

Cho was already out of her chains, and was hurrying over to unlock Ron with her wand. Bad form of the Slytherins, really. Letting her keep her wand.

I continued pelting bottles at the group, keeping them more or less contained against the other wall. I was almost out when Ginny managed to get Harry free. He started throwing bottles as well. Cho had her wand trained on them, and was taking care of any Slytherin's who looked like they were about to curse us.

"This is fantastic," Ron shouted. "We didn't even have to wait for the couch."

"The what?" Hermione said as Ginny cut her loose.

And then a couch burst through the walls, right behind the Slytherin's. It zoomed into them, knocking all of them down. It flew right across the room, hitting Pansy in the head on the way, to hover about three feet behind Cho.

I surveyed the room of unconscious Slytherins and realized that, we were pretty awesome.

Ron

Hermione and Draco did some serious embracing after we finished up with the evil Slytherins. It was almost gross. I looked away, but not with the jealous thoughts that I usually did. I just didn't want to invade their privacy.

Unfortunately, I ended up looking at Ginny and Harry, who were having a flirty, blushing thing going on. Gross. Better not watch my sister and my best friend.

So I looked at Cho, who was smiling at me. "We did it!" she said and threw her arms around me. And then she kissed me. Just like that. This was way better than kissing Hermione. It wasn't guilty and awkward, it was wonderful and comfortable.

"Gross," I heard from Malfoy. "How are we going to get out of here?"

"With Ginny's magic knife," Hermione said.

"Or we could climb through that big gaping whole that the couch made," Harry suggested.

All coupled up and feeling happy, we left the rooms that we were held captive in. We found our way back to the library, where we found Madame Pomfrey. Turns out that there was really too much work for her to do to take a vacation. She gladly let us out. And when I say that, mean that she kicked up out like it was our fault that we had been trapped in there.

And we all lived happily ever after.

A/N: Yeah, the end was a little fast. But that's the end. Don't expect this with all my other stories. It's very unlikely that I'll finish them too. Hope you guys enjoyed it. Thanks!