Chapter 1: An Idea Sparks
"RONALD WEASLEY!" Hermione shouted widly. She had just woken up and they had locked her in her room with Fred, George, Ron and Harry's monster book from Care of Magical Creatures class.
Ron snickers, "What 'Mione?" George and Fred at this moment are now in hysterics with laughter.
"You exactly what you ugly BITCH! Now wait a moment while I take care of these things...," Hermione calmly walked over to the four books now in a group and grabbed each of them and stroked their spines. With a greatful purr the books snapped their ways to her dresser. "Still in the hallway are you...," muttered Hermione to herself. She knew the spell to the door but they were also blocking it with their strong arms and legs. She called the books and sat and started to fake cry. She could here them stop laughing and slowly open the door. She waited 'til they got closer and let the books go.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" they all screamed in unison. The books chomped on their arms and legs 'til she called 'em off. Now Hermione was in hysterics with laughter.
"OUCH!" said Ron, "I hope your happy 'Mione, now Mum is going to wonder what these things are on my arms and legs, she's going to have "the talk" with me again." Hermione just laughed harder.
"How many times have you had that "talk" Ron?" said Hermione chuckling inbetween words.
"Too many times," said Ron glumly.
"How do you two feel?" she asked Fred and George but she could see by the shocked and twisted in pain look on their faces she could tell they were feeling the same. Just then Harry burst in the room looking awfully angry... and wet...
"RON!" yelled Harry.
"What Harry?" said Ron sarcastically, "Why you look so wet?"
"You fed me GILLYWEED while I was sleeping! I had to run half naked to the lake in your backyard and dive in before I died!" exclaimed Harry in the most high pitched voice he could.
"RONALD! You could've killed him!" shrieked Hermione. Now they were laughing at them.
"Hey Hermione, come on to my room," said Harry slyly, "I wanna show you something." Hermione thought about it and decided to go ahead and go.
When they got their she could see the the wet footprints and knew he was telling the truth about the gillyweed incident. He sat down and patted the bed signaling her to sit down next to him. As she walked towards him, she noticed how pretty his blue eyes were. She also noticed how his muscles rippled through his wet tee. She shook the image from her mind as she sat with him.
"So I was thinking and you know how the gang is always playing tricks on just us?" said Harry.
"Mhm... go on" said Hermione carefully.
"Well, we can play one on them," said Harry as he searched her face for a trace of... well, anything. He couldn't read her face at all. As he searched her face he looked at how he liked the way her hair fell in front of her gogeous chocolate looking eyes but he tore his gaze away from her face and focused on the plan.
"What trick?" said Hermione more enthusiastic and with a sparkle in her eye.
"We," said Harry turning pink, "Could act like we're going out." Hermione thought about this for a slight moment and said one word.
"Brilliant."
Harry let out an exhale of relief and said, "Good, 'cause if we do this they'll be so angry and freaked out and... it's just great...," Harry trailed off as their eyes locked and they leaned in ever so slightly and the moment lingered for what seemed like forever as Harry opened his eyes he could see her eyes had opened at the same moment as his did.
"Well, lets get some rest, we have some dating to do," said Hermione and left Harry staring after her as she left.