Chapter 1: Late Morning Wake-up
The entire Gryffindor house that were still asleep at 7:30 were woken up by a very loud person shouting in the common room.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS THIS? WHAT'S GOING ON?"
Ron roared after trying to find his potions essay and finding one of his twin brothers asleep on the couch with Hermione.
Everyone else had been kind enough to walk past and whisper about how cute it looked (the girls),
or the guys asking one another what had happened the night before after everyone else going to bed,
or Fred saying, wait Fred was still sleeping he didn't see this.
Hermione and George both jumped three feet in the air from the extremely loud noise exploding next to them. It took them a couple of seconds to realize that someone was actually talking to them; well yelling about them is more like it.
"Janey, Ron, are you an alarm clock or something, couldn't ya keep it down, I'm kinda tired if you couldn't tell," said George slurring his words and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, trying to get used to being awake.
Meanwhile Hermione just sat on the end of the couch with her head in her hands trying to get rid of the headache Ron normally brought when he yelled; honestly the kid couldn't talk like a normal person, he had to yell.
"I asked what the hell you were doing!" Ron retorted.
George replied, "You never asked us, you yelled ABOUT us. That is not asking, that's yelling. And the last time I thought that yelling was asking a question, mum nearly ripped my head off for interrupting her. I've learned much since I was 4."
Ron looked completely aghast trying to follow what George was saying, seen as he was not used to life yet.
Harry was standing about two feet behind Ron when all of this was going on.
He sensibly walked up to Ron and started to mumble to Ron in a low whisper,
"Come on mate, let's get some food. You like food remember, food is good."
Ron shook his head and turned slowly to follow Harry out the portrait hole, but stopped to look back with disgust at George and Hermione.