Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter, just a laptop. J. K. Rowling owns it, who got the better deal?
Note: About the child in the previous chapter, she didn't dream up a gender or name, all she could tell was CHILD XD
RECAP:
"G-Night, Love."
"G-Night Fred."
Hermione woke up to find tears and a smile on her face. Shaking herself awake, she got washed and dressed, heading downstairs to to the kitchen for breakfast. Sitting down she said morning to the rest at the table and was answered in reply. Hearing Fred's voice among them, she looked up and blushed to see him smiling at her, remembering her dream. "Morning Hermione."
"Morning Fred."
Harry next to her, saw her reply just to Fred, grinned and said nothing about it, because it seemed he was the only one besides the two to notice.
An hour later they were heading to the Hogwarts Express and Harry stayed back when getting into the car to let Fred sit next to Hermione. Getting in, he thought when he saw Fred talking to Hermione and her blushing in response. 'It's going to be an interesting 5th year...'
Chapter 2:
They made it just in time to the train. The whole ride, Fred had been talking to her about one thing or another. "So Hermione." Fred said when they sat down in the car, making her blush when he sat down so close to her. 'I've sat this close to him and the other's before, why is it weird now?' She thought and another voice in her head answered back. 'It's because of your dream last night.' Her blush deepened, thinking about it and she hadn't heard what Fred just said. "Excuse me? I wasn't listening." She said.
He laughed. "Oh, that's nice! To be talking to a beautiful girl, then find out she hadn't heard a word you said!"
Hermione was sure her face had just turned several shades of red. "Wh-what?! Beautiful?! Me?!" She asked, astonished because no one had ever called her that.
Fred looked at her strangely before smiling. "Yea, you are." And this time they both blushed. "So..." Hermione started, uncomfortable with the silence. "What was it you were saying earlier that I didn't hear?"
He turned to look at her again and said. "I was asking how you felt about the new year. I heard you became a prefect." She nodded. "Yea, I did! Mum and Dad were so proud because this was something they could understand, you know? I can't wait to start the year, though I suppose Harry and Ron will get us into a lot of trouble."
He laughed. "You get into just as much trouble as they do."
"No I don't!" She retorted.
"Oh yea?" He whispered. "I remember a second year girl sneaking into Pr. Snape's office the same time as me and George on our break to steal ingredients from his private stores and when we asked what they were for in return for not telling, it was a Polyjuice Potion for sneaking into Slytherin. And you say you don't get into as much trouble?"
Miffed but still stubborn, she replied. "At least I barely get caught, the teachers always know when it's you."
"True, but we've done a lot more than what we've been caught for. I know, George and me keep count." He smirked back. Not willing to lose their little battle, Hermione whispered back. "Then I'll just have to catch you more times than you can count!" And smirked. "Your on." Fred answered back. Just then, Hermione realized how close their faces had got and looked away. "We're here."
And they were. Now she was on the train with the others, but Ron and her had to go to the prefects compartment for their briefing and patrol the train a bit before they could join their friends and promised they'd join them later.
After the briefing, Hermione was patrolling up and down the train by herself and hearing Fred and George's voices in the next compartment, held still and listened in. 'After all, I might as well keep our promise.' What exactly was their promise, she didn't know, perhaps the promise that she'd try and catch them with the best of her ability and that he would do his best not to get caught the whole year? If so, what did the winner get? 'I'll discuss the details with him later.' She told herself and focused on the conversation she was listening in on.
"So what was it you were flirting so much with Hermione about on the ride to the station?" She heard George ask and blushed. Inside the compartment, Fred was blushing too and trying to laugh it off. "What are you talking about? We weren't flirting."
Slightly hurt by this because she couldn't see his face, she cheered up when she heard George' next comment. "Yea right. Don't try lying with me, I'm your twin. I know you best."
Fred laughed again. "Yea, okay. But we seriously weren't flirting, at least she wasn't. We were making a bet that I'll be needing your help with my dear twin."
"Oh?" George raised an eyebrow and smirked. "What's the bet?"
"She's going to try and catch us on every prank we do, the both of us keeping records-though we never discussed that, I'm sure she will just so we don't cheat-and we in return will try our best to never get caught. We'll discuss the detail's properly later." Fred finished and Hermione waited a few minutes before passing by their door while they played Exploding Snap.
"Hermione!" George called out when Fred's card's blew up in his face. "We were just talking about you and our new bet earlier, care to join us and discuss details?"
She checked her watch and saw she was off prefect duty. "Sure, I just got off." And she sat down next to Fred. "Where should we begin, boys?"
They grinned evilly and cast a spell to lock the door and silence it from prying ears. "Well, Miss Granger." Fred said as if he was Pr. Snape and gave her his evilest look which he had obviously picked up from a mixture of Snape, McGonagal, and his mother when angry. George mimicked the look. "Now that we are enemies."
"Rivals." She corrected, more amused than scared by the looks on their faces. 'They probably use that look mostly for laughs anyway.'
"Rivals." George corrected and he and Fred lost the looks and became serious (as they can be) business men. "We'll be needing the specifics for our little bet."
"Okay." She nodded. "What do you want to know?"
"What does the winner get?" Fred asked. Hermione thought of it. "Anything in the power of the loser. But since there are to of you and one of me, if I lose, you get two prizes and if I win, I get two prizes. Just to be fair."
They nodded and grinned. "Good enough." George answered and they were already thinking of what they could get from her. "Now about how we keep the other from cheating." Hermione said and got the boys attention as she took out two note books. "I came up with this over the summer, if I add a twist to it, it should work."
Fred and George looked interested. "What is it?" George asked and Fred nodded, indicating he wanted to know too.
"I found what could be called a diary protection charm that they changed a bit in the last war to send information." Hermione gladly explained, having been waiting for them to ask. "Originally it was used by teenage girls who didn't want their diary read, you cast the spell and only those that have their blood in the books first page can open or read it. It's quite brilliant really. Like the Maurder's Map, you have to speak the password-which must be written on the first page along with the blood-and only the persons with the blood on the page can open it! If it's already opened, anyone without the blood only sees blank pages!" Fred and George looked impressed, but Fred said. "How can we use this then?"
"Easy!" Hermione was high on this. "In the war, they changed the spell a bit so that you can send a message from one notebook to another! Like a chat room-wait you don't know what that is-um...sorta like sending a letter back and forth so that no one else can read. All we have to do is modify it to act like the quidditch score board. Every time you two pull a prank, and I don't catch you, it'll record the prank and put a tab underneath your names. If I catch you, it'll still record the prank but with how I caught you and the tab will go under my name. Get it?"
The twins looked at each other and turning back to her, grinned. "Got it!" They chorused. Hermione grinned also at having a fun plan for the school year. "Okay then." And she opened the first notebook which was blue to the first page. "What do you want the password to be?" They thought about it. "'A bet won is a bet well done'?" George asked.
Hermione made a face. "Maybe, anything else?"
"'Let the best man win'?" Fred asked with a smile and Hermione thought it over. "I like it. Okay." She wrote it down in both the notebooks and cast the first spell which had once been used by the Maurder's. "Next prick your fingers and dot the page of your books." They did as she said with the blue book while she did it with the other green notebook. "This way none of us can cheat." She said and cast the second spell. "Now to twist it a bit." For the third spell she had Fred and George concentrate on the binding of the books as they did the wand movements and said the incantation. Once they were done she told them. "All we have to do now is modify the books with another spell so it'll record the bet like a quidditch game." She turned to the second page in her book and told the twins to do the same, she wrote down their names and underlined it, then did the same with her own on the opposite side of the page next to theirs, so it appeared in both books like this:
Score Count
Fred&George Weasley Vs. Hermione Granger
"Under our names, like I said earlier, there will appear tabs-markings-when we 'win' a 'round' I suppose you could say." She explained and turned to the third page. "From here." And she wrote as she spoke. "There will be the records of our 'rounds'. And she wrote:
Records
"The records won't appear until after one of us loses at a 'round'." Hermione told them and continued to the last 10 pages of the books, saying. "If the books run out of room to record or count before the next section of the book which will be 'Notes', it will just add more pages, so if the book gets thicker, don't worry." They nodded, a little amused yet amazed at how throughly she thought of this in such a short time.
"Your like an evil strategist." George couldn't help but comment and Hermione looked stunned while Fred agreeing, laughed. "Excuse me?" She asked, confused.
"An evil strategist." George repeated. "You strategized a complete plan in only a few minutes at least."
"Actually, I just made it up as I went." Hermione corrected. "But how does that make me 'evil'?" She asked.
"Well, for starters," Fred told her. "You made this up to keep us from cheating..."
"So, thereby," George continued. "You are confining us to a set of rules."
"Which is highly considered evil in our book." Fred added and George piped up. "Extremely evil."
"Can't even begin to say how evil."
"Not even McGonagal could ever do that."
"Or Snape."
"Or Dumbledore."
"Imagine, more strict and evil than McGonagal and Snape put together."
"Not even Percy or Mum together could ever manage do that."
"She must be a prodigy of evilness."
"A destined Queen."
"Must be the work of Voldemort."
"Nah, because she's more powerful than him in evilness and he would never make someone more powerful than himself, now would he?"
"Your quite right my dear twin, how could I ever think such a thing?"
"It's quite alright." George waved it off with a fake humble look. "Anyone could make such a mistake, even someone as great and mighty as myself."
"Don't flatter yourself, my dear twin. It is quite unbecoming of the brother of the greatest and mightiest wizard there is." Fred replied.
"Surely you must jest!" George answered. "There is no other of our brother's beside myself who can be considered more than plain 'ordinary', who could it be you speak so highly of? Surely not ickkle Ronnikins!"
"I jest not!" Fred puffed in fake anger. "Can you not see your own twin is greater and mightier than yourself?! How can you be so blind?"
"You?!" George huffed back. "I laugh at the thought! For I am the greater and mightier twin!" And here he added a loud 'Ha!'.
"May-haps we should ask the fair maiden in our midst?" Fred suggested and turned to Hermione along with George who agreed.
"Which of us is the greater, mightier and more handsome twin?" Fred asked Hermione who had been listening to them the whole while, looking back and forth as if watching a tennis match, laughing at their obscurity until Fred mentioned her and she blushed. When he said 'handsome' she had to laugh again and played along. "Oh, I have absolutely no clue!" She gushed. "It has haunted me night and day as you can see from my pure exhaustion." They nodded along and George said she did look 'a little flushed'. "But then again." She paused in fake contemplation, waiting to add suspension and the twins leaned in as if hanging onto her every word. Seeing she had their attention, she said in her best imitation of when Pansy Parkinson was being snobbish-which was twenty four seven. "Since when has a Weasley ever been greater than a Malfoy? And the way you patter along after that Potter! How could anyone be great and mighty following such a weakling. Least of all good looking."
Pleased with her performance, she glanced at the twins expressions. Seeing them staring at her wide eyed and still, she began to apologize. "I'm SO sorry!" She cried. "I was just joking around! I didn't mean to hurt your feelings! Please forgive me!"
Fred was the first to snap out of it. "Wh-what? No, no! Hermione stop for a sec! We're not mad!" Hearing him, she paused. "Your not?"
George snapped out of it too. "Of course not!" He said. "We were just astonished by how good your acting was."
"You were?" She asked and Fred nodded. "You were so good, if I didn't know better, I would have thought you were a Slytherin."
She smiled at the compliment. "Thanks you guys. But we should really get back to the books before we get to Hogwarts and I promised Harry and Ron that I'd return to their compartment."
Fred and George feigned hurt. "Do you hear that brother? She doesn't want to spend any longer than she has too with us." Fred said.
George nodded and said. "That I did, but you must remember my dearest brother. She is quite above us."
Fred nodded and clutched his chest like Hermione had seen in her dream, hand out stretching towards the ceiling. "'If I could but touch a star and keep it! She is so above me'." Fred quoted and Hermione looked at him strangely. 'It's almost like in my dream.'
"I never would have pegged you for a lover of Shakespheare, Fred." She told him and again she couldn't tell if he was being serious when he asked back. "Who's Shakespheare?" 'Too much like my dream.' She thought, freaked out and now put on edge.
"Anyway. We should continue this guys." She indicated the books. "I finished designating the pages and what they do, the bet's details are written on the first page of the books where we placed our blood, all we have to do is place the last recording spell and we're done." The twins nodded and the three of them had it done in no time.
"Well, that's it guys. I'll see you at the feast, later." Hermione stood up and was about to exist the compartment when Fred asked what 'Notes' were exactly.
"Oh, I forgot to explain." She stopped and turned back with her hand on the door. "'Notes' are where we can communicate back and forth. I couldn't change that part of the binding. So we can send notes to each other, even in classes." She laughed. "I got the idea from Lavender and Pavarti at the end of last year when I saw them giggling in class and looking at each other, like having a private joke but they were at opposite ends of the class thanks to the teacher and hadn't talked all class. When I asked about it, it turned out Parvarti's sister in Revenclaw had found out how to make them and made a three way communication for her, Parvarti and Lavender so they could talk more. They were laughing at something her sister said was happening in her class. So I looked it up." She shrugged as if it was nothing. "That's why I came up with the idea so fast because I've been wanting to try it."
"Wicked." Fred and George chorused and she left them after they took down the wards and Lee Jordan came in. "Hey guys, I've been trying forever to get in here. Why did Hermione Granger just leave anyway?"
"Nothing." Fred said and picked up his and George's notebook. 'Shoot! She forgot to tell us how to lock this thing!' "We were just discussing a business deal with her."
"A business deal?" Lee asked. "Since when does she ever do business with you two? I remember her just last year yelling at you guys for testing a product on a first year."
"Times change, Lee my boy." George said, leaning back and acting like his muggle pen was a cigar and he was a million dollar business man.
Fred flipped to the notes section and borrowed his brother's pen to write to Hermione.
Fred: Mione! How do you lock the notebook?
He was surprised. He hadn't written his name, just the sentence but it just appeared there. 'That's cool, I guess.' He thought and waited for her reply.
Okay, so I kinda got high off all this XD 3rd chapter is soon to come and let's just say that Hermione sees a side of Fred she wasn't expecting...So Review! I don't have to post these up u know! I can write and read them for myself but I'm not selfish like that so I decided 2 share XD Sadly, I needed one more review to update but I couldn't wait. PLZ pplz, I want more than 5 this time or ur never getting the third chap! XD
