I Own Nothing!

"No!"

"Yes!"

"….Really?" A nod. Hermione Granger burst into a fit of giggles. "Honestly! And she used to tell Fred and George off!"

Madame Hooch smiled mischievously, and then whispered into the young girl's ear. "And that's not even the half of it. One day, when we were all bored, she turned Dumbledore's entire beard pink! And he kept it like that for a month because he liked it so much…I think I may even have a picture if…" She wandered off, and there was series of bangs before a grinning flying instructor emerged. "Here it is!" Hermione leaned closer, and grinned at the sight of the eccentric Dumbledore standing next to a youthful Minerva McGonagall. Hermione giggled as the photo Minerva was joined by her three friends, including a boisterous Madame Hooch.

"Who knew…" She trailed off as she caught the teacher looking at her expectantly.

"Well now Miss Granger, I do believe that I have dutifully helped you with everything you've asked for, and Minerva will be receiving a truly delightful retirement present, however you still have to uphold your end of the bargain…" Hermione sighed.

"What would you like to know?" Hooch grinned evilly before leading her out of her quarters and towards a classroom.

"Oh no dear, I'm afraid you're not about to get off that easily." And she opened the door to a collection of Hermione's old professors and a few of the older order members. Hermione gasped, and quickly dragged her out.

"Rolanda! How can you expect me to answer all of their questions, don't you realise some of the stuff we did at school? I'll be crucified! A then Harry and Ron will hunt me down and do it again!" Rolanda chuckled, and smirked before telling Hermione that they were, infact, in the room as well. "…How on earth did you convince them?"

"I merely told them that a few friends wished to ask you three a few questions…Okay I may have guilt tripped them into it a bit as well, but the point is they've agreed! Each person in that room will get to ask you one question about your time in Hogwarts, and you will have to answer." Hermione scowled before muttering that she'd changed the deal.

This is so not worth it. Well, this is what happens when you try to do something nice Hermione! You ask your Professor's friends if they can help you create a scrap book for the retiring woman, and they manoeuvre you into spilling your secrets! HA!

Slowly she opened the door again, and sucked in her breath at who was in the room. There were no less than 10 people, which meant 11 secrets. Sitting around the room in plush chairs were, Poppy Pomfrey, Filius Flitwick, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Pomona Sprout, Neville Longbottom, Horace Slughorn, George Weasley, Bill Weasley and Minerva McGonagall! How was she meant to confess her darkest secrets to them? If I'm lucky I'll leave this room with a couple of hundred detentions, groundings and sore ears. She paused. Actually if I'm lucky they'll ask the wrong questions. With that she stepped in and greeted each of them warmly, making sure to gauge each of their moods before moving on. Finally she found Harry and Ron, and with a couple of prayers stepped into the middle of the room.

"Errr….Right. Who wants to go first?" Harry shuffled awkwardly. They scanned the collection of people, not sure who they wanted to go first but knowing that they'd rather nobody put their hand up at all. Finally a hand rose into the air.

Ron took a deep breath, and ploughed forward. "Right…What would you like to know?"