Author's Notes: Hell! Mystery won for the votations! I'm currently having my exams, but do not fear, I shall never neglect this story, or week. As you can see, this story is for my MYSTERY WEEK which will be then, obviously, 7 chapters.

Song of Inspiration: American Idiot by Green Day (Something Random, this story came to me while I was listening to it.)

I won't suggest to listen to it while reading this, but, you may use any happy song, since is this a bit of comedy and stuffs.

Added Information: Harry, Ron, Hermione and Draco are currently 16, while Fred and George are 18. And here, Sirius is not dead.

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Are Your Underwears still complete? Be sure and Beware.

Thou Shall Not Imitate This Girl. (NOT!)

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Hermione Granger and The Missing Underwear

Chapter One: Something Missing

The night was solemn and the air was eerily quiet. Everything stayed still as the moon appeared full that night. Well, everything except for the mysterious Grimmauld Place 12.

"So you say that the Ministry wants you to come over for some serious discussions?..." Harry asked quietly, staring at the five adults at the end of the table.

"Yes, that should be about it, Harry."

"For how many days?" Hermione piped in, narrowing her eyes. Ron was quietly drinking his firewhiskey, situated at the middle, ogling at both sides. His head turned from left to right whenever someone chose to speak.

"A week." Lupin, who had taken his usual Wolfsbane potion, answered as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

Which…was NOT TRUE AT ALL.

"What?!" All hell broke loose. Mt. Granger erupted.

"You mean you're saying, you lot are going to leave, leave ME, to take care of these boys! Did you even consider this—"

"Calm down, Hermione dear. Of course we did, but we believe that with your—"

"Don't go using that tone on me, Sirius. You know flattery doesn't work all—"

"Geez, calm down Granger…" Draco whispered behind her. Yes, Draco Malfoy had turned in to the Light Side, accepting the protection Albus Dumbledore had offered him. He lives now in Grimmauld Place 12, along with Harry, Ron and Hermione.

"How can I possibly calm down?!" She shrieked, clearly taking notice of the last name basis. Draco and Hermione were now on first name basis, and only when he was annoyed did he ever use Granger.

"Herms, you'll have with you Fred and George, that wouldn't be a—"

"—problem, Tonks? They're frigging boys too if you haven't remembered!" She pointed at Fred and George, who were whistling innocently at the corner.

"Maybe you can dress them like girls."

"What? Who's making us—"

"Dress like girls, huh?"

"That'll look adorable, boys!"

"Mom! You're impossi—"

"That's not the FUCKING MATTER!" All eyes turned to the bushy-haired female teen, shocked. It was such an honor to witness THE Hermione Granger swear.

"What did you say, Hermione?"

"I said that's not the Fucking Matter." She whispered icily, raising her eyebrow at Ron who was choking to death. He was drinking when she had said those words from her very tidy and blessed mouth.

"Oooh. Say it again, Hermione, that's music to my ears!" Sirius gleefully exclaimed. Molly turned to him sharply, her hand on her waist.

"Well, Hermione, as much as you hate it, you'll have to stick with it. We don't ask you to look after the boys at all. Just be normal, it's just like living peacefully with them like every other day, the only difference is without us," Arthur turned to himself along with the four other, "dwelling here."

"You know Mr. Weasley, as much as I hate to say it also, that is the problem. How the hell can I peacefully live with them?!" She gestured to the boys near her.

Fred and George were now pouring Firewhiskey on Ron's hair that had turned violet because of Fred's hex. Ron was drunk and was hiccupping nonstop. Harry had stolen Draco's gel from his pocket (LOL, he even keeps it in his pocket?) and was now trying to act innocent as Draco, with his eyes covered with malice and the urge to kill, was searching for his beloved gel.

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All Tonks could giver her was a weak smile.

The adults had left the headquarters to proceed to the Ministry despite of Hermione's protests. Hermione now sat quietly in the dining table, looking at a very drunk Ron. Her temper was in danger zone, and unfortunately, Ron is the possible victim.

Which he really was.

"Why the hell are you drinking, Ronald?" Hermione asked grumpily.

"Ish it wrong?" Ron asked innocently.

"Yes, wrong for people who have no brain."

"And why ish that?!"

"Because there would be non to control the amount of liquid being taken by the body so you'll end up as a water bed." She said, smirking.

This lame joke was all it took to make Ron blow up.

"Why you! How dare you acusshe me of drinking! I wash not drinking! I wash merely shtaring at the drinksh! I…I'm gonna!..."

"Spit it out, drunkard best friend of mine, I don't have all evening."

"I'm gonna steal your undies!"

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Crickets whispers.

Crookshanks yawns.

A fly went to sip at the Firewhiskey Ron was drinking.

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And with that, Ron slumped on to the table, snoring loudly. Hermione just rolled her eyes and went up to her room to sleep peacefully. She could hear laughter from the boys' room.

Whatever…

Deep in the night…

"Finally…it is mine! My preciousssss…"

"What if someone tries to steal my preciousss?"

"I shall keep it; no one shall know I was the one who stole my preciousss…"

"Yes, my preciousss shall stay with me forever." The weird person started to bombard 'my precioussss' with kisses as the weird person exited the room of another weird person. (LOL)

"Morning." Draco yawned widely as he seated on his chair. He was holding a mug of hot chocolate, still dressed in his PJ's. His hair was messed, (since he did not find the thief who had stolen his gel) and his eyes were still drooping.

Harry mumbled back the same greeting, also droopy. He accidentally spilled his hot chocolate on Ron's hair which now turned to orange due to the heat.

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However, he did not budge at all and continued to snore loudly.

"Did he sleep there?" Fred asked George, who was just beside him.

"Dunno, mate."

"Yeah, he did. I woke up seeing him down here already." Harry nodded, drinking his hot chocolate.

"Gross. Anyway, where's Herm—"

"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Someone had shouted upstairs. This rather loud sound had resulted to Harry pouring all his hot chocolate on the hair of Ron who still did not budge, made Draco spill his into his PJ's especially on his, ehem, manhood part. (Ouch, that hurts.) Fred and George had swallowed whole the hot chocolate which inflamed their throats.

Hell. This was hell.

"What the FUCK is that?!" Draco shouted, looking very pissed. His PJ now contained a very brown stain.

"It's 'Mione! Come on, upstairs!"

The 4 boys hurried to Hermione's room, leaving Ron downstairs.

"Hermione! What happened?!" Harry asked as he reached her door. Hermione turned to them, her eyes wide, tear stains noticeable on her cheeks. She was wearing a towel. Yes, nothing but a towel that covered her body.

Hard on, people.

"Herms…why are you only clad in a towel?" Fred whispered quietly as everyone seemed to freeze.

Hermione sobbed again, still clutching her towel to protect her body from the preying eyes of the males.

"MY FAVORITE UNDERWEAR IS MISSSSSSIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGG!!"

End of Chapter One

End Notes: So who do you think stole Hermione's Panties? Vote at my Profile! Tell me if you like it. And suggest if you want to! And the sequel to Good Morning Daughter, probably, I shall start making it along with this one. I'm not yet sure, either this week or probably next.

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