NYAH! I know its been a while, but I was just watching HP3, and I HAD to write this drabble. It's a little silly, but I had to do it. A small inclination to a possible future fiction, depending on reviews. Just to say THIS IS A DRABBLE! I hope its ok, I think it'd be cute.

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Staircase

Hermione was afraid. The Fat Lady had been attacked. And with Sirius Black on the loose, she was worried for Harry. Of course, this was speculation, as there was no proof that Black had attacked her.

Everyone was muttering their beliefs, their opinions of what happened, and Hermione could only take comfort in listening to the tales being muttered, and whilst being ridiculous, eased her nerves. Unfortunately, this would not last long, as Filch, with his ever-watchful eyes, found the Fat Lady, hiding behind a Pygmy Hippo.

The crowd lurched forward, student after student pushing forward, and being pushed back in turn, only to begin pushing again, resulting in Hermione, Ron and Harry being at the forefront as they were before.

Dumbledore, always calm and collected, somewhat subdued the hysterical 'woman' enough to get the required information for her absence of her post.

It was speculation no more. It was fact.

Sirius Black, the murderer, the loyal supporter of You-Know-Who, was here, which meant he knew where Harry was.

Hermione started trembling slightly, taking no heed that she was making audible noises as she tried to silence her sobbing. Hermione was jerked out of her sadness when she felt something on her hand. It was someones hand, and it was rather freckled.

Following the arm up the white sleeve, she was more than a little shocked to see that the owner was someone she never expected to show her comfort.

George Weasley was holding her hand on the railing of the staircase. He was still staring at the Fat Lady who was wailing. And yet, strangely, his ears were bright red. Redder than her face she imagined.

Embarrassed at her embarrassment, and her tripled heart rate, Hermione tensed a little. She tensed more when the freckled hand on hers gave a light squeeze, and gently rubbed her palm with his thumb.

A heart attack. That's what she was having. It was the only explanation that she could think of for her heart beating faster and her blood being unable to settle into a normal flow, rushing from one place to another.

The pulse of his hand was far to high to be its normal rate, as she could feel it racing through his hand.

Hermione relaxed, not wanting to think about much, just the hand, and, the PERSON trying to give silent support to her.

Then it was gone, as the students headed to the Great Hall. Hermione decided that this was her favourite staircase as she walked along with Harry and Ron, catching the occasional glance from George.

Sometimes the most intriguing discoveries are made from the strangest circumstances, in the most unlikely places.

A staircase of all places!

Hermione had much to learn, and intended to put much effort into it a possible. But, this situation would have to wait until it was safe.

She couldn't wait.

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Kinda dumb and pointless, but it wouldn't go away!

Please R&R as standard

Bye!

Gemagi-chan