Authors Note: This is my first fanfic ever, and I would appreciate your reviews. Tell me how you liked it, or what your thoughts are, and I will try to incorporate your ideas into this story.
"Harry!" she moaned, throwing her hands wildly through the air. Harry looked over at his best friend, and immediately laughed at the expression on her face. She looked frantic with worry, which showed in her choice of outfit: she wore a black jumper with a white turtleneck underneath, but her socks were two different colors and her hair was in a disarray of curls.
Just then, Ron came bursting into the room. "Hermione, I lost my Prefect's Badge already! Can you help me find it?" Harry and Hermione both looked up, and the worry in Hermione's face smoothed away as she giggled. "Ron…" she gasped out, between laughs, "What exactly have you been doing?" Ron's outfit, if one could call that, was even worse than Hermione's. He was wearing only a towel, and his red hair had not yet been combed.
Ron looked down at himself, and a red blush crept up upon his cheeks. "Umm. Well." Harry and Hermione laughed even harder. Apparently Ron was in such a muddle over his lost Prefect's badge and outfit that he couldn't even form a straight sentence. He bounded up the stairs and quickly disappeared from sight, not without leaving a souvenir behind.
"Eew." Harry said, disgustedly holding Ron's towel. Just then a deep howl of surprise came from upstairs, accompanied by a shriek from Ginny.
And then Hermione saw it. It was hanging at the top of the kitchen, right above Mrs. Weasley's head. It seemed to be implanted in one of her cooking pots, and Hermione grimaced at the thought of explaining the now ruined pot to Mrs. Weasley. There were only two people in the house who would have managed such a feat.
"George! Fred!" Mrs. Weasley called. The red-headed twins appeared with a crack into the kitchen. "Now boys, you really need to stop apparating everywhere!" she lectured sternly. "But for now, will you please help me with breakfast?" She motioned to the pot hanging above her head, not seeing the damage her two eighteen-year old boys had done, and said, "I think it's time you two actually did something around here for a change. So why don't you help out and make the oatmeal. Make a big serving, there are going to be quite a few people around here, seeing as it's your last day of summer."
"But mom," Fred groaned. "We already told you we weren't going back for school," George said.
"Yes, and what did I tell you?" Mrs. Weasley reprimanded.
"Well, we're both eighteen, and as such, are consenting, legal adults." Fred and George replied in unison.
"And what gave you that idea?" she snapped.
"Hermione."
The entire Weasley family looked over at Hermione, who gulped nervously. "Hermione, dear, you are an intelligent, young witch...surely you didn't fill the twins' heads with such ridiculous ideas?"
Hermione glanced over at Fred and George, who looked accusingly at her. "Well, once you turn 18 in England, you can do whatever you want." Mrs. Weasley snorted, and then replied, "This isn't the Muggle world, dear. I'm sure that's why you are so mixed up."
Fred and George looked livid. They were sure they could win this argument after hearing that the legal age was, in fact, 18, instead of 21. Grabbing Hermione's hand, Fred took her upstairs to give her a piece of his mind.
Hermione was pinned between the wall and Fred. As he looked angrily at her, he grabbed her wrists and pushed her further back, causing her to bump against the wall. "I can't believe you let us believe that. Now we are going to have to go back to school instead of investing fully into our shop."
"It was a mistake. Honest." Hermione swore, looking up at the gold flecked eyes that were so close to her face. She closed her eyes, trying to clear thoughts, but as she opened them, Fred's face was closer than ever…