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Author's Note: The rating for this story may change if I decide to include some slash, too, but in the meanwhile, it will be T.

Happy days Chapter 1. Golden Snitches

As the Gryffindor Quidditch team entered the common room, they found a very happy crowd loud chatting and laughing. As several pairs of eyes turned to the portrait hole, their cheerful fellow colleagues started patting them on their backs and congratulating them for their win against Slytherins.

As a Butterbeer was shoved in his hand and Harry tried to free himself from a random hug, he spotted Hermione in one of the coziest armchairs by the fireplace.

Harry sat next to her, watching Hermione trying to read a passage from the Potions book. The girl slammed the book close and turned her smiling face to him.

"Congrats, Harry!" she said, stretching a bit to give him a hug.

"Thanks, 'Mione." Harry grinned back.

Hermione glanced around the room with displeasure in her eyes.

"So noisy. I won't be surprised if McGonagall would get those two some detentions."

Harry followed her sight and saw Fred & George giving a show to a bunch of wide-eyed first years. Fred had a paper bag in his hands full of strange little colorful packages.

"Anyway, Harry…"Hermione said, turning once again to the green eyed boy. "Tell me…how's going?"

At Harry's confused look she rolled her eyes in exasperation.

"With you confession, Harry, your confession! Did you tell him how you feel?"

The truth being said, she had enough seeing Harry throwing needy looks to Ron, sighting sadly as he refrained himself from touching his loved one. Really, could boys be more oblivious? How could Harry not observe the loving way Ron was always looking at him? She wanted to see her best friends finally together and happy.

"Not yet." Harry admitted.

"Harry, I tell you, if you won't-"

But Hermione's preach was interrupted by a load roar. Quickly ducking their heads, they avoided a volleyball sized Golden Snitch.

Looking at the twins in astonishment, they saw George holding an open package, from clearly where the thing had escaped.

As a celebrating song filled the air, Harry looked up at the Snitch that was now flying in circles near the ceiling and noticed that it was the source of the music.

Half of the common room started to clap, when the other one had skeptical looks on their faces. Harry was somewhere between. He knew that showing he found that amusing, too, would earn him a not so lovely glare from Hermione, who turned crimson with rage.

With a quickly move, she tried to petrify the flying Snitch with a spell, not listening to the twins' frightened shouts.

"Hermione, no! It's still an experiment, if you'll do that, it will-"

But it was too late. The Prefect shouted "Petrificus Totalus!" and a jet of light hit the Golden Snitch, which trembled violently and exploded in a thousand of small snitches.

"You shouldn't have done that! Now Merlin knows what will happen." Said George with a worried gulp.

They were forced to back off, leaning against the walls, in order to leave room to the furious snitches. They smashed into every single thing, tearing the curtains in pieces, breaking and destroying tables and chairs.

After several minutes, the golden snatches, feeling proud of their work disappeared with a light click, leaving the stunned Gryffindors with their jaws opened.

The first to awaken from that petrified state was Fred, who blew a whistle of admiration as he was looking around the room.

"Mister Weasley, I don't see any reason for you to be smiling," said a cold voice that made George's grin fade with the speed of turned around to found an angry McGonagall struggling to get to the center of the room through the ruling mess.

She gazed for a few seconds around her, then closed her eyes and sighed heavily.

But when she opened them fire could be seen in her pupils.

"Fred and George Weasley, two weeks of detention. I think you'll be more than pleased to help our dear Filch around the castle."

The twins started whining but her pointing finger stopped them.

"Want to make it 3 weeks?" asked her. The angry line her lips formed informed Fred and George she wasn't joking.

"And for the rest of you…Clean this room. Don't think this will be easy, Mister Finnigan. I mean, no magic."

Minerva McGonagall seemed glad with her punishment.

"Well then, I wish you a good night." She said with a smirk.

Author's Note: Hi there . Hope you enjoyed reading this chapter. This is going to be a multi-chaptered fanfic so wish me good luck! If I receive 5 reviews until Saturday, I may update in the weekend. So if you want to see what will happen as our dear Gryffindors try to clean that mess without magic, read&review! Constructive criticism is accepted and wished!