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"I -- told -- you," Hermione gasped, clutching at the stitch in her chest, "I -- told -- you. "
                          
"We've got to get back to Gryffindor Tower," said Ron, "quickly as possible. "
                          
"Malfoy tricked you," Hermione said to Harry. "You realize that, don't you? He was never going to meet you -- Filch knew someone was going to be in the trophy room, Malfoy must have tipped him off. "
                          
She's right, I should have known, and now we are I trouble.
                          
"Let's go. "
                          
It wasn't that simple. We hadn't gone more than a dozen paces when a doorknob rattled, and something came shooting out of a classroom in front of them.
                          
It was Peeves. He caught sight of them and squealed with delight. 
                          
"Shut up, Peeves -- please -- you'll get us thrown out. " Peeves cackled. 
                          
"Wandering around at midnight, Ickle Firsties? Tut, tut, tut. Naughty, naughty, you'll get caughty. " he said.
                          
"Not if you don't give us away, Peeves, please. " Y/N said, he stared at her for a while.
                          
"Should tell Flich, I should." said Peeves in a saintly voice, but his eyes glittered wickedly. 
                          
"I'm sorry Y/N, but it's for your own good, you know." 
                          
"Get out of the way." snapped Ron, taking a swipe at Peeves; this was a big mistake. 
                          
"STUDENTS OUT OF BED!" Peeves bellowed, "STUDENTS OUT OF BED DOWN THE CHARMS CORRIDOR!"
                          
Oh my Merlin, ARRGG
                          
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Ducking under Peeves, the five ran for their lives, right to the end of the corridor, where they slammed into a door, and it was locked. 
                          
"This is it!" Ron groans as they pushed helplessly at the door, "We're done for! This is the end!"
                          
They could hear footsteps, Filch running as fast as he could toward Peeves's shouts. 
                          
"Oh, move over," You snarled. She grabbed Harry's wand, tapped the lock, and whispered, "Alohomora!"
                          
The lock clicked, and the door swung open -- they piled through it, shut it quickly, and pressed their ears against it, listening. 
                          
"Which way did they go, Peeves?" Filch was saying. "Quick, tell me. "
                          
"Say 'please. '"
                          
"Don't mess with me, Peeves, now where did they go ?"
                          
"Shan't say nothing if you don't say please," said Peeves in his annoying singsong voice.