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The Wedding

Hermione slumped down in her chair, pretending everything around her didn't exist. Not the table which her drink rested on, not the flowers and other decorations, not the other people, and definitely not the music. She sighed.

She really hated weddings. They were always the same, with googly-eyed couples, crying relatives, and endless ceremonies. This one could have been different, as it was a magical wedding, attended by most of her friends, but it wasn't. She was bored stiff and all her friends were out dancing, leaving her with no one to talk to. She'd talk civilly with Umbridge, she was that bored. Grabbing a handful of the tiny heart-shaped mints on the table, she enlarged them and gave them wings, then zapped them with her wand to amuse herself.

"My, my, aren't we violent today?" asked a familiar voice, "I always knew you were one to watch out for."

"Hey George," Hermione said without turning around, "To what do I owe the honor?"

Grinning cheekily, he pulled out a chair beside her. "I suppose you're just terribly lucky. Girls everywhere would murder to talk to the handsomer of the Weasley twins. In fact," he added, looking at the shattered hearts, "It looks like you did."

"If it takes that to get your attention," she sighed, "You wouldn't believe how bloody bored I am."

George's eyes glinted evilly. "How bored?" he asked.

"So bored that I've destroyed all the mints, drank half a bowl of punch, and named each and every chair. You happen to be sitting on Richard."

"Then, you wouldn't be adverse to, ah, livening things up a bit?"

She looked at him suspiciously. "It depends on the meaning. If it means cause mayhem and chaos – I'm in."

The twin gave a mock gasp. "You're not even going to try to dissuade me? You must be ill."

"Hey, I'm bored. Shaking things up sounds fun."

He handed her a vial. "Take this," he said in an overly-dramatic tone, "It contains a highly-concentrated version of the potion we use in the Canary Creams. However, it's been modified so it's suitable for weddings. It will change people into turtledoves. Even better, it's a delayed-reaction. That way, many people can have it before they realize what's going on. Slip it into the punch."

Carefully, she concealed it in her skirt. "Why didn't you do it?" she asked, curious.

George looked glum. "I can't. Fred and I are banned within a ten-foot-radius from the food tables." He perked up. "Can you get me some cake while you're there? Scheming makes a bloke hungry."

Hermione nodded, then left for the punch, first grabbing a plate. She loaded it with cake, pastries, and some grapes, then discreetly slipped the potion in the punch while pretending to grab a napkin. Quickly, she went back to George, who was looking at the cake longingly.

"I love you Hermione, you know that?" he asked between mouthfuls.

She nibbled an éclair. "When should the potion start working?" she murmured.

"Oh, about five more minutes. The best part of it being delayed reaction is that they won't know what had the potion in it."

"Absolute brilliance."

George bowed. "Of course, my dear. Now, hush, for I think the fun is about to begin."

He was right. Soon, people were turning into doves left and right. Those who hadn't quickly stopped eating anything they had, only to change a minute later. Hermione and George tried hard to stifle their laughter, but failed. Mrs. Weasley saw them and put one and one together.

"Run?" asked Hermione.

"Run," said George.

Together, they ran as fast as they could, leaving behind the raging mother. Hermione smiled at George.

"You know," she commented, "I think I like weddings."