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Written for Sharlmalfoy's "Things I'm Not Allowed to do at Hogwarts" Fanfic Challenge
The Twins versus Hermione
Chapter One
Number 61- I will not tell Ron and Hermione to "Get a room" whenever they start to fight.
Fred Weasley sighed and laid his head against the table. He, his twin and Lee Jordan had stayed up all night drinking Firewhiskey, after George had caught Katie Bell, his girlfriend, snogging Roger Davies. He had a pounding headache and both George and Lee had used the last of their hang over potion, leaving Fred to deal with his hang over on his own. He sighed again and settled down in his seat for a nice long nap before his next class.
"Oi, Hermione, I said I was sorry!" He heard his little brother, Ron, yell across the common room.
Fred groaned as the pounding in his head increased. "I never said I accepted your apology, Ronald." Hermione yelled back, stomping to Fred's table and slamming her back down, giving Fred a large jolt of pain.
"I didn't mean it! You know how I get sometimes!" Ron yelled, stomping over and standing beside Fred.
Dear Godric, make it stop. he thought, silently begging the higher powers to make his sibling and his future girlfriend go away. Sadly, his pleas went unheard, as the two continued their fight. "Ronald, it's your fault I have a detention! If you haven't messed up our potion, Snape would not have been injured and I would not have a detention." Hermione screamed, her face red with anger.
Fred looked up, in mild surprise. No wonder she's so pissed He thought, glaring at the two.
"Why don't you two go get a room? There are people here who don't want to hear about your lover's spat." He mumbled, hoping neither one heard him.
Unfortunatly for the Weasley twin, Hermione and Ron both heard him. They paused in their fight and turned to him. Fred just glared up at them. "What did you say, Frederick Gideon Weasley?" Hermione asked, darkly, her eyes narrowed dangerously.
Fred gulped, knowing he was about to be murdered by one of the most powerful witches of their generation. She only used his full name when she was incredibly angry with him. Hermione gripped her wand, as the color, or what was left of it, drained from Fred's face. He tensed, preparing to feel whatever curse she was going to throw at him. His wand laid forgotten in his school bag.
Hermione suddenly leaned close to him and whispered "I'll get you later for that, Frederick."
He shivered at the malice he felt in her words. He knew he was in trouble now. She would get him when no one was around to save him or stop her from going too far. He was frightened. Then he smiled and said "Hermione, dear, I'm afraid I can't play with you today. I'm feeling a tad bit under the weather."
Hermione glared at him. "Don't worry. I can wait till you're perfectly healthy." She said, grinning wickedly, as he whimpered in fright.
Ron watched the exchange in wonder. He had never seen Hermione smile so…evilly. He shuddered, knowing the cause of her sudden evil grin. She had spent to much time with the twins over the summer. She was acting a lot like his older brothers. Thankfully, Fred had directed her anger away from himself, allowing Ron the chance to escape Hermione's wrath for a while. George, too, was watching his twin and Hermione. He smirked, knowing his twin was in deep trouble, when Hermione lead him out of Griffyndor Tower. The whole common room could hear his shrieks of pain as Hermione jinxed him repeatedly.
George faced the common room, grinning. "And that, my fellow Griffyndors, is why no one tells Hermione to get a room whenever she is arguing with some poor unsuspecting fool." He announced, looking pointedly at his younger brother.