One Fine April Morning…
True to his word, Harry told only Ron about what Fred and George were up to. They both agreed that, if she knew, Hermione might do something drastic, like declare a stake-out on the kitchens.
So Hermione was as ignorant as any other student that morning when Fred and George slipped in beside them at the Gryffindor table.
"Done it!" they crowed. Harry and Ron snorted into their bowls of cereal.
"Done what?" Hermione asked suspiciously, her face automatically moving into that I-don't-know-what-you're-up-to-but-I'm-going-to-find-out-and-when-I-do-there-won't-be-a-safe-place-inside-or-outside-of-Hogwarts look that Harry and Ron knew so well.
"Relax, Hermy," George said casually, perhaps even conversationally.
"You don't need to know," Fred said. "All you have to do is watch the Staff Table."
"For what, exploding sausages?" Hermione shot back.
"No, you're off by a lot, Hermione," George replied. "For once in your life!"
"But really, thanks for the great idea," Fred said, whipping out the homework organizer Harry had conveniently tossed away one night, straight into Fred's waiting arms. Hermione noticed too.
"Harry, is that your organizer?" she asked.
"Yup," said George. "Harry was tossing it. We rescued it from a fiery demise." Hermione glared at Harry over her toast. "Looks like we can pencil exploding sausages in sometime in May."
"May 25th – exploding sausages," said Fred as he wrote it down. "Just remember, boys…"
"A meatless morning May keeps Pomfrey away!" Fred and George both cried. Hermione simply looked furious at all four of them.
"Look! Look! It's starting!" Fred said, pushing Hermione's face into her own porridge to get a better look.
"McGonagall's drinking!" whispered Ron.
"Drinking what?" Hermione asked. The four boys shushed her. Professor McGonagall was staring down at the Slytherin table, where there seemed to be some kind of commotion. And on the way, her eye caught none other than…
"Dumbledore!" the boys whispered, falling into silent hysterics.
"Wait!" Harry gasped. "It isn't over!" As Professor McGonagall's face slid into a vacant, dream-like stare directed at him, Professor Dumbledore seemed to notice. He took a sip of his pumpkin juice and looked around the table to see if anyone else was like this. Along the way, he locked eyes with…
"Professor Sprout!" crowed the boys. Even Hermione seemed to have given up the punishment vein, and was also looking fascinated now. Dumbledore sent a little wave Professor Sprout's way, and their part of the table collapsed in giggles.
Professor Binns, the dreary History of Magic teacher, and the only teacher who was a ghost, noticed, and sent a look Professor McGonagall's way. His face instantly turned to the same vacant expression that McGonagall wore. About half the students had now noticed that something strange was going on at the Staff Table.
"Oh, this is too good!" cried Fred. "Binns is in love with McGonagall, who's in love with Dumbledore, who's in love with Sprout, who loves him back!"
Hermione gasped. They all turned to her. "Umbridge is drinking!" she crowed, not even bothering to keep her ecstatic voice down. Over three quarters of the students were watching now. But Umbridge had eyes only for the Slytherin table. Nobody was trying to calm them down, except…
"I want to remember this day, this very special April Fools Day, forever and ever. Ron, never let me forget this. Because this is the historical day when the evil Umbridge fell for none other than Professor Severus Snape!" said Harry.
"Today," Fred said, "should be a very interesting day. Let's see if anyone else drank it!" And the five hurried off to separate lessons, two to Charms, one to Arithmancy, and two to Divination.
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A/N: I know that on Mondays (and this is a Monday), Harry, Ron, and Hermione have History of Magic first. I tweaked the schedule to fit my story. As always, just go along with it! And review!