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Chapter 2

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Hermione woke up with the sun shining brightly on her eyes. She stretched her limbs, and with her eyes still closed, brought her body upwards with her face crashing into a dangling piece of parchment. The touch of the parchment startled her, but she grabbed it and was surprised to realize that it was a note saying:

To get to the treasure walk to your dorm's door and read the next note or suffer the consequences.

She groaned for she did not have time for meaningless notes. Of course, her curiosity was biting at her, and she had to figure out what this all was about. She got off of her bed and walked to her room door where she saw another note pasted on it.

At the bottom of the stairs, leading to the common room, pick up the object lying at the last step. Only you can see it and touch it, including these notes.

She snatched the note off of the door and went to put her uniform on before proceeding onwards. Once she had her day's clothes set up, she descended down the winding staircase. At the bottom of the staircase, she saw a red button with another piece of parchment attached to it. She bent down and read the next note.

Press

Reluctantly, she did what she was told and pressed hard on the button with her foot. Suddenly horns in the common room appeared on either side of her head, and they started blaring, making multiple people exclaim and scream out loud. Confetti was brought down from the horns and fell on Hermione's body, getting tangled in her bushy hair. She yelled in frustration; she knew exactly who the culprit or rather, culprits, of this humiliation were. The common room began laughing and she glared at the lot of them.

Out of nowhere, the culprits appeared on either side of her, one with his arm around her shoulders, and the other with his arm around her waist.

"And that my fellow Gryffindors," one announced.

"Is how you start the year off with a bang... literally," the other reciprocated. The common room laughed some more, but they soon returned back to what they were previously doing.

"I hate you both," Hermione muttered.

"Now Hermione, you know you love me, I mean us," the one with his arm around her waist said. The twins then proceeded to plant a kiss on her cheeks, one wetter than the other.

"How'd you even get in my dorm? It's impossible, no boys are allowed. It's charmed and everything. Oh Merlin, what did you do!" she snapped, eager to know the answer.

"Don't worry, Ginny was most helpful in that annoying situation," one said and both of them unraveled their arms from her body. One walked away from her and over to Angelina Johnson while the other stayed standing next to her.

"George, I'm assuming, why did you prank me?" Hermione groaned.

"First, your assumption is correct. Secondly, you because who's better than a newly instituted prefect? Don't fret, we're going to get Little Ronnikins as well. Now may I escort you to breakfast?" George answered with his arm held out as an offering for Hermione to take. She sighed and grabbed his arm, letting him lead her to what she assumed was her doom.

They walked out of the common room together with some onlookers staring after them. George had a tight hold on her arm, and she felt extremely small compared to his tall stature. His lips were pressed together, as if they were forcing back words that he wanted to say. He turned and looked at her, and Hermione's cheeks blushed a furious red because she was caught staring at him.

"Oi, Hermione, you've still got some of that confetti in your hair," George said, and he began to pluck some out of her hair. She imagined that at this point her cheeks were an even darker red than before. She looked into his eyes as he was pulling the confetti out. She noticed that there were some green specks in his muddy brown eyes. For some odd reason she began to count his freckles. Without her noticing, he stopped plucking confetti out of her hair and started smirking.

"W-what?" Hermione stuttered, fully embarrassed.

"Having fun watching my dashing good looks?" he said cockily.

"Shut it," Hermione mumbled, and George roped his arm in hers again as they walked to the Great Hall. Suddenly George averted to a different direction than what she was used to. "Where are we going?"

"To breakfast milady," he answered.

"This isn't the way," she snapped. George ignored her protests and he swung open a portrait of a little girl who was laughing at them quite rudely.

"It's a shortcut; I have to get the good bacon before Fred," George said to her as he led her through the passage. It was dark and narrow, forcing Hermione to walk behind George, who was still gripping her wrist.

"I don't like this," Hermione complained. "It's too cramped and dark."

"You'll get used to it," George replied, getting annoyed with her. Soon they reached the bottom of the passage. George peaked out of what Hermione figured was the back of another portrait. When he noticed the coast was clear, he swung the portrait open and dragged Hermione out with him. They were right outside the entrance to the Great Hall. George was no longer holding her arm, but she still she followed him into the Great Hall. Not many people were inside yet, only a few at each table. Hermione reckoned that many first years had gotten lost on their way. George sat down at the Gryffindor Table and Hermione sat down next to him, as it would be rude to ignore him. He scooped large portions of the food offered onto his plate, especially a superfluous amount of bacon. It always amazed her how the Weasley boys could eat like mad people, and always still be hungry and still retain their slender but fit figures.

Fred walked into the Great Hall soon with Angelina Johnson, and he winked at George when he saw Hermione sitting next to him. He sat down next to his brother, and Angelina sat next to him. They began filling their plates with food, and Hermione remained silent. George was talking with his brother about what she imagined were pranks and ate her food. Harry and Ron soon came and they sat across from her at the table, with Harry looking a bit solemn. They all received their timetables from Professor McGonagall.

"Look at that toad sitting up there with that smirk on her face," George mentioned.

"Toad?" Hermione questioned.

"Yeah, Umbridge," George indicated.

"Right old bat she seems to be," Hermione commented.

"Hermione Granger, insulting a teacher, I never thought I'd see the day," George expressed.

"Well, she surely seems like it though. The Ministry taking over Hogwarts, I can't believe that Professor Dumbledore is standing for this," Hermione pointed out.

"Careful, she might hear you," George whispered in her ear, not going unnoticed by Fred. At that moment the toad's eyes darted over in their direction, her eyes planted straight on Harry. Even though Umbridge was not looking at her, it was perfect timing, coinciding with George's words. She could not help it, and she let out a giggle.

"Stop insulting her," Ron exclaimed from across the table. Hermione's eyebrows creased at Ron's outburst. He had felt the same way about that woman last night.

"Okay Ron," Harry said, seemingly as confused as the rest of them.

"I mean, can't the rest of you see how beautiful and kind she is," Ron gushed, appearing like a gooey-eyed, lovesick school girl. Harry spat out some of his orange juice and began laughing crazily. Fred and George were chortling like buffoons and Hermione openly stared at her friend in amusement.

"You completely disagreed with that last night," Harry said between laughs.

"Opinions change," Ron countered. "She's amazing."

"Ron, please tell me you're joking," Hermione sighed.

"I don't joke about these things!" he yelled angrily. "Just because you're jealous doesn't mean you have to be a bitch!"

"Jealous! Bitch!" Hermione snarled. "How dare you!" Her bottom lip trembled and she hurriedly packed her belongings and stormed out of the Great Hall with only half of her food eaten. Everyone else at the table began lecturing Ron, and guilt ate at George, while Fred remained chuckling.

"Guys, stop," George said, calling everyone's attention. "Fred and I put Ron under a love potion as a present for being a prefect, like we did to 'Mione this morning. That's why he insulted 'Mione and is acting all weird." There were collective 'ohs and ahs' while Ron ignored it, claiming that this love was pure and true, and that during class he would win Umbridge's affections. George immediately stood from his seat and left the Great Hall in pursuit of Hermione.

He saw a portrait close and knew exactly where Hermione was headed. He heard footsteps up ahead and knew for certain it was Hermione. He climbed into the portrait and called her name. The sound of the footsteps ceased and George continued climbing until he was next to Hermione, who was wiping her eyes.

"Hermione, Fred and I put Ron under a love potion, so he doesn't know what he's doing or saying. Will you come with me back to breakfast?" George said to her, without a clue in the world why he was doing this. Last year he would have stayed in the Great Hall laughing with Fred, figuring that Ron and Hermione would have cleared things up later like he had always seen them do.

"F-fine, but I'm still going to report you about this," Hermione sniffed, and George took her arm and forced her down the stairs with him.

"I don't particularly care if I get a detention," George simply said.

"Oh, I'm not telling the school," Hermione laughed. "I'm telling your mother."

"How dare you!" George exaggerated and Hermione ran down the passage with George chasing after her.

Hermione started her assignments in the common room next to the roaring fire. Her mind was on that horrible toad, Umbridge. She was absolutely horrendous to Harry in class, and she felt that she had every right to storm up to her and slap her in the face. Of course after class Ron professed his love to the wretched woman, receiving a detention which he oddly seemed happy about. She had silently forgiven him, since under the influence of Love Potion people were not themselves.

She wondered why George was being nicer to her this year. She concluded that he must be planning a prank against her, and he was warming her up so that she would easily forgive him.

George in the meantime was chatting with Fred about their plans for a future joke shop. Then he caught sight of Hermione across the common room and stared at her hair. He thought about what it would be like running his hands through her bushy hair, what it would be like to kiss her.

"Georgieeeeee, Georgieeee," Fred said, waving his hand in front of his brother's face.

"W-what," George stuttered, snapping back into reality.

"Now, please tell me why you were gawking at Granger," Fred said expectantly.

"I-I wasn't," George denied.

"Sure, sure, just like Dumbledore doesn't gawk at Snape," Fred claimed.

"Not even Dumbledore could find that greasy git attractive. Anyway, I don't have feelings for Hermione, I'm sure Ron does anyway," George responded, sounding defeated.

"Just go for her, or I will do it, pretending to be you, it's quite easy," Fred warned.

George gave up; there was no use with his brother. He was just as stubborn as he was, so he got Fred to continue planning pranks with him. They had a huge one planned for the school, they just needed to figure out how to do it, and George had big plans for himself. He might just follow through with what Fred said.

Did Fred really think that Dumbledore likes Snape?

Well, who really knows?

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