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A/N Thanks to the guest who left a review on my first attempt at posting this. Hopefully the problems are now fixed and I now have an actual disclaimer. That's what happens when you don't post for a while, you forget how the whole thing works. Now on with the story.
1st year. A Week After the Troll Incident.
Gryffindor Common Room.
Hermione, George and Fred.
"Was this you?" Hermione charged towards the twins, her nervousness at challenging the pranksters hidden by her righteous indignation. "Are you behind this?" Hermione demanded, a letter clutched in her fist, even as she maintained direct eye contact with the bemused and amused twins.
"We seem to have-"
"an enraged witch on our hands-"
"Whatever will we do-"
"Perhaps a calming draught?"
"A cheering charm?"
"Or a great big hug to thank her for being friends with our most annoying brother."
The twins wrapped their gangly limbs around Hermione preventing the enraged witch from extracting her arms and punching them or hexing them.
"You are so lucky I can't get to my wand right now." Hermione hissed.
"What letters are you talking about?" Fred had wrenched the bunch from her hand.
George and Fred released Hermione from their hug/hold and glanced over the letters.
"While we would love to claim credit for this marvellous craftsmanship this was not created by our fine hands."
"If we're not mistaken, this seem genuine."
"I really hoped you'd say it was you," Hermione sighed. "This is the fifth one this week."
"It's a good offer though, I could see why you'd be tempted." .
"You really think I'd betray Harry just for the sake of a book."
"You are a paragon of good, but even good people get tempted. Especially when it's access to the first edition of Hogwarts a History in exchange for an interview about the
troll."
"It's nonsense anyway. I already asked Madam Pince and the only way to get access to it is to get signed permission from the minister and even he's not going to sign that
request just to get information on Harry."
"Welcome to the wizarding world, bribery and favouritism are the name of game. If you reply, they'd probably be able to get the book to you."
"The Minster wouldn't allow that. The letters really weren't you?"
"Sorry to disappoint you."
"If you do need-"
"to create a plan-"
"to get them off your back-"
"we are the experts-"
"Just say the word, and we'll give them a taste of the Weasley medicine."
The little bushy haired girl who up until that point had only had friends who had been fictional, almost teared up at the automatic show of loyalty, just because she was friends with their brother.