Once the boys got into the Dursley's, smoke and ash spread all over the living room, and Harry's aunt screamed as Harry ran down stairs,
"Hello, Harry." Said Mr. Weasley politely, as Harry looked at his aunt, uncle and cousin who looked like they had just seen a ghost.
"Mr. Weasley!" Harry said as he ran over to the Weasleys.
"What is wrong with these bloody people?" Uncle Vernon said as he held Dudley and Aunt Petunia behind him,
"Nothing's wrong with them." Harrysaidashesmirked.
"Now, Harry, go and get your trunk." Mr. Weasley said.
Harry nodded and ran upstairs to grab his things. Mr. Weasley walked around, looking at the " Muggle gadgets" as the Dursleys backed up, afraid, when he got close.
"Nice place you have here." Mr. Weasley said, still continuing to survey the house.
George and Fred were whispering behind Mr. Weasley's back,
"Do you have it?" George asked Fred.
"Yes, are you sure we should use it?"
"Are you mental? Of course we should!"
"Alright, I'll drop it before we leave."
Harry came back with his trunk clunk clunk clunk. His trunk came as it hit each stair.
"You ready, Harry?" Mr. Weasley asked.
"Yeah." He said as he walked over to the fireplace.
"Okay let's go." Mr. Weasley said.
"Hold on." Fred said as he pulled out a piece of candy and gave it to Dudley.
Dudley, being his stupid self, picked it up.
"Don't eat tht, Dudley! For all I know, it could turn your hair blue!" Mrs. Dursley said as she tried to take it from him
"Nah, that's a different kind of candy." George said smiling.
Dudley ate the candy.
"What did you two do?" Mr. Weasley whispered to Fred and George as he heard Dudley scream.
"What is in that candy?" Mrs. Dursley screamed.
Dudley's tongue started growing and growing, larger every second.
Mr. Weasley looked at Fred and George angrily and said.
"Just go on! I'll catch up. I can't believe you two!"
"But, dad-" Ron quickly said,
"Go!" Hesaidangrily.
The boys left, laughing.
Once the got back at the house, they could barely breathe from laughing too hard.
"What is it?" Mrs. Weasley asked,
"Where's your father?"
The boys started telling everyone the story.
Charlie and Bill, who had arrived while the boys were gone, began to laugh, but quickly stopped when Mrs. Weasley snapped at them.
Mrs. Weasley thought it anything but funny,
"You boys made Harry's cousin's tongue four feet long?!" She said in disbelief.
"Now it's really fine, Mrs. Weasley, Dudley's a-" she gave him a stern look, and he stopped talking.
"That was so immature, Fred and George! First time meeting the Dursleys and you've made their son's tongue four feet long!" I yelled.
"No, I think you're impressed, Hermione." George said smiling.
"You think I'm impressed? You've gone mental, you have." I said madly.
George just winked and said,
"Want to throw something at me again, I'm starting to enjoy it now." I wanted to, I really did.
I grabbed one of Fred's toffee and threw it at him,
"Now you can have a four foot long tongue! See how you like it. Maybe you'd stop talking!" I said, laughing.
"Nice one, Hermione." Charlie said as I high-fived him.
I gave George a 'don't mess with me' look.
We sat for about an hour talking, Mrs. Weasley yelling at the boys and telling them that they shouldn't have done that. I did back her up on that.
It was starting to get dark when Mr. Weasley came back.
"Did you get his tongue back to normal?" Percy asked, taking a sip of tea.
"Yes. It was very difficult, and I scared the parents by trying some spells that didn't work so well."
"Ah, nice, dad!" Fred said, but he stopped because he realised that his dad was not in the mood.
"I'm very dissapointed in you two." He said sternly. And he walked outside, slamming the door.
"Look what mess you've made, boys! You're dad's ashamed! Now I have to go sort this out. In the meantime, you two go up to your room and wait until dinner."
"You know that only means we'll make more toffee." George said, this made Mrs. Weasley intensely mad.
"Hermione, you're good with putting these boys straight. You mind and get all their Weasley Wheezy Ward Stuffz thing or whatever."
"Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, mum." Fred and George said together.
"Yes, Mrs. Weasley." I said kindly.
"Thank you. It's nice to have a well behaved girl in my home for once."
Ginny coughed heh hem.
"Oh, right, sorry, Ginny." She said as she walked out to talk to Mr. Weasley.
"Guess you're coming in our room, Hermione." George said, laughing softly.
"To clean up all the rubbish, because you're too immature to use it responsibly!" I yelled, but they just smirked wider.
Their room was so messy. Inventions everywhere. Paper thrown from one end to the other; it was much like a pig sty.
"You two are filthy slobs!" I said loudly.
"You betcha." George said as he sat on his bed.
I grabbed a trash bag and started to clean up the mess.
"You're a great cleaner, Hermione, should do it more often, maybe with a maid's outfit." George said with a wink.
" I wouldn't have to do clean if you cleaned once in a while."
"Oh, but if I did, you wouldn't be in my room."
I was really mad at this point, I threw my bag on the ground and ran up to him with my wand pointing at him.
"I swear, Weasley, be nice to me, stop flirting with me right now. If you don't I will hex you!" I said angrily.
But when I looked into his eyes, I softened slightly.
It was something about his green eyes that made me soften up, but I still growled at him, with my wand pointing at him. He had his hands in the air innocently.
"Okay, okay. I get it. I'll stop." He said, kind of frightened, but intrigued.
Fred just stood there, stunned.
I put my wand back in my pocket and went back to the trash bag and closed it.
"There." I said, still mad.
"Thank you, Hermione. And I'm sorry about what I've done." George said politely, smiling.
I suddenly stopped frowning. I wasn't expecting him to thank me or apologize to me,
"You're welcome." I said as I walked out of the room, with the trash bag in my hand. 'That was odd' I thought to myself. I just shrugged and went on my way.
George's POV:
"What just happened?" Fred said, mouth open wide.
"I don't know." I said looking at the door.
"What was that?" Fred repeated.
"I don't know!" I said, now looking at Fred.
"Were you scared of her?" Fred asked.
"I don't know, it was something about her that made me stop." I said, highly confused.
"The fact that she was going to hex you? Don't get afraid of a small fourth year!" Fred said.
"I'm not! I knew she wasn't going to hex me." I said, thinking intensely.
"I don't know, but I do know that we're going to have to make our inventions without anyone knowing. And good thing she didn't check our closet." Fred said opening the closet, that was filled with many of their inventions. We both started smirking widely.
Hermione's POV:
We ate dinner outside. Charlie and Bill made the table with their wands. When I walked outside the tables were flying in the air, Harry, Ron, and Ginny clapping. Once the tables got on the ground, Bill and Charlie bowed proudly. I was just hoping the tables wouldn't fall on anyone. Mrs. Weasley walked out with salad in her hands,
"Did you get the boys' stuff?" She asked as she set the bowl on the table.
"Yes, Mrs. Weasley." I said, not telling her about what happened.
"Wonderful! Thank you, Hermione." She said happily.
It took about thirty minutes for dinner to be ready. The boys and Ginny played a small game of Quidditch, not including Fred and George, who were still up in their room, grounded.
I was hoping weren't planning revenge on me. I felt like I was harsh, but George kept on flirting with me and I don't know what to do.
I didn't think that George liked me, he says I'm like his mom and Percy, which is bossy.
I think he was just playing with me to pick a fight. I just ignored it, as I always do.
Once Fred and George came down to dinner, I felt nervous. I didn't know quite why.
George sat across from me. I looked into his, quite lovely, green eyes and felt something in my stomach.
I couldn't put my finger on what it was, but I knew that it made me happy.
I was still mad at him, so I just frowned. I then looked down on my food, which looked delicious.
"Are you all excited about the Quidditch World Cup?" Mr. Weasley asked.
"Yes, sir. I'm glad I could come, the Dursleys didn't want to let me go, they do not want me to be happy. But then they thought about the fact that I was going to be out of their house. That seemed to change their mind." Harry said.
Mr. Weasley didn't know what to say, he didn't want to insult Harry's family so he just said.
"Well, I'm glad you, along with Hermione," he said as he looked to me,
"get to join us this year. So, tell me, Bulgaria or Ireland?" He asked with a smile, grabbing the butter to slather in his toast.
"I-I don't know, Ireland I suppose." I said.
"Viktor Krum's on the Bulgarian team." Ron stated.
"Who is that?" I asked.
Ron and Harry both looked like they had just been shot.
"Only the best Quidditch player ever!" Ron said quickly.
"Ron's kind of obsessed." Harry said, smiling,
"Am not." Ron said, putting mashed potatoes into his mouth.
"Are to." Ginny whispered to me.
It was a delightful dinner with the Weasleys. We talked forever, until it was completely dark outside.
"Well, I guess we'd better be off to bed soon. You all have to wake up early in the morning," Mrs. Weasley said,
"I'll be getting your books and stuff for school while you're gone." She said as she stood up,
"Girls, go ahead and get your pajamas on. And Ginny, you go pack." Mr. Weasley said motioning us to the house.
I got up, thanked Mrs. Weasley for dinner, and walked inside,
"What did my brothers do?" Ginny asked.
"W-what do you mean?" I asked nervously.
"When you took their stuff out of their room. Did they try and keep it from you?" She said, listening.
"Oh, um, no, they tried to keep it from me at first, but then I just took it and left. Mrs. Weasley, your mum, made me burn it, so it should be gone." I said, kind of relieved that she didn't know anything of what occurred. I got into my sleeping bag slowly.
"Oh," Ginny said, as if she wanted a more interesting story, "well, goodnight." She said as she turned off the light.
I sat there, eyes open, thinking, thinking of what happened. I really didn't know what to think, but all I knew is that I felt warm and happy inside...
... To be continued...
