oO Conversation Starter Oo
Summary: Fred and George start a conversation with Hermione.
Genre: Friendship, Humor
Background: Harry Potter 5th year. Order of the Phoenix.
Note: Stress reliever I guess. Really sort of a drabble, and since I lurve Hermione and the Weasly Twins, I decided to make it on them. I wrote this out of anger on Umbridge. Dirty little troll she is.
"Can you believe that little troll?" Fred hissed glaring at the fire in the Gryffindor Common Room. "She took them away! She took them all away!" Hermione rolled her eyes from the couch beside the one Fred was lazing around on. George, at the foot of his twin, agreed and continued from where Fred left off. "All of em'! Every last bit! Took at least a year to develop all those." Hermione scoffed, slamming her thick book closed, and catching the twin's remaining attention.
"Okay, Granger?" Fred asked dodgily.
"No Fred," Hermione replied with only a twinge of patience.
"What's wrong then eh, Mione?" George asked with the usual cheery glint, "Bullies?"
"Bad Grades?"
"Snape?"
"Malfoy?"
"Plain idiots?"
"More like you idiots." Hermione answered, preparing to get up. Fred and George blocked her way, both being more taller than her. The two fake-gasped and each put a hand over their chest, where their hearts were located.
"That hurts Mione." George said.
"Are we idiots to you?" Fred asked.
"Yes and No." Hermione answered as she attempted to push past Fred and George, only to be spun back onto the couch.
"What is that suppose to mean Granger?" The two questioned simultaneously.
"I'm tired you guys. Please let me go up."
"Until you answer us Mione-" George started, "-we're not budging." Fred finished. Both grinned mischievously down at her.
Hermione glared up at her supposedly elders.
"You want an explanation?"
"Mmhm." The twins chorused.
"Well. You two have remarkable magical skills, but to waste it all on ridiculous plots like pranks, and crazy inventions. Truly stupid. But truly skillful."
When the book-worm finished, she found the identical, confused faces of Fred and George.
First the two stared at Hermione. Then to each other.
"Did you get any of that George?"
"Not one bit Fred."
Hermione rolled her eyes again, before smiling lightly, getting up, planting a kiss on the cheek of Fred, and then George, before yawning and pushing past them up to the girls' dormitory.
After the twins had heard the dorm room door shut, Fred and George both put a hand on the place the Book-Worm had planted a kiss. Mimicking Ron, with red ears and, spreading blushes.
"Bloody Hell."
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