Hey everyone! This is my first fanfic, so I'm kinda nervous how it's gonna turn out. I love Harry Potter and I love this couple! Please be nice and enjoy!
It Started With a Dance...
"What do you two think you're doing?" I asked sternly as the Weasley twins, using their newest product, Vanishing Hats, made their heads disappear. Around them stood a crowd of Gryffindors from all years, laughing. Fred peeked from his hat, making his face visible.
"Oh come on Hermione, it's just for fun!"
I snorted. "Yeah, just for fun." George, still 'headless', was tossing Skiving Snackboxes to the crowd, who cheered in glee. Beside me, Harry and Ron looked amused. I turned to Ron, angry.
"Ron! You're a prefect, you're supposed to stop this! Not encouraging it!" I scolded, motioning to the commotion behind me. Harry smiled at me, arms crossed.
"'Mione, relax. Blame the twins for not stopping if McGonagall comes out of her office." he suggested, and the twins spun around to us.
"Excuse me-" George began.
"-but we shall not be taking any blame whatsoever!" Fred finished.
"We'll see about that. Ron, stop them!" I encouraged. Fred smirked.
"Yeah Won-Won, stop your older brothers from performing!" he taunted. I turned bright red and took the first thing I could find to slap their arm-The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 5. Go figure.
"Ouch! Jeez woman, no need to be ruff!" George complained. Fred nodded, rubbing his bruised arm.
"Honestly, we were just joking around!" Fred said. I stared at them. Later on Harry would describe it as daggers shooting from my eyes at the twins.
"It's nearly 11:30. Go to bed. All of you." I ordered, and surprisingly they listened. Not without protest, though.
"You're not our mother!" George bellowed.
"Last time I checked anyway!" Fred agreed.
"Fine, night 'Mione." Harry gave up, heading upstairs. Ron muttered something incoherently, following the other boys to the boys dorms.
Staring at the other Gryffindors, my anger got over me.
"What are you looking at? Nevermind, off to bed, all of you." When no one moved, my voice raised. "Now!" Quickly, all of them scrambled to get up off the floor and away from the 'crazy woman'. Sighing, I followed the girls and went to bed. I was so not in the mood.
Well, that's it! First chapter, first story. Honestly, I'm proud of this chapter. I think I got Hermione's personality right, but I'm unsure. How will I know? If you review! Please tell me what you think but no flame please! Thanks! Ciao!
~SPL