Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they all belong to Mrs Rowling.
Chapter Two
Hermione Granger awoke that morning with a sense of dread in the pit of her stomach. She squeezed her eyes shut and rolled over. Maybe if she wished hard enough she wouldn't have to face the day. She'd fallen asleep the previous night imagining the horror of a prank that lay in store for her today. She was 100% positive that the prankster twins would not under any circumstances allow her to continue her life without having had revenge thrust upon her.
She could hear Lavender and Pavarti giggling about something as they normally did. It was no use, she had to get up. There was no use post poning the storm that was about to hit her. Even if she had no idea what that storm was.
Twenty minutes later showed a fully dressed Hermione heading towards the great hall for breakfast. In the common room she had seen no sign of tbe twins and guessed they were probably in the great hall. Hermione was ravenous and had decided against skipping breakfast. She was in Gryffindor after all.
She entered the hall with caution,half expecting fireworks thrown at her or something horrendous and horrible along those lines. Much to her surprise the twins were nowhere to be seen in the great hall. In fact nobody had seen them at all.
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As Hermione entered her first class of the day with no sign of either of the twins, a certain red head awoke in alarm. He was slumped over endless sheets of parchment on his brother's bed. Fred groaned groggily scratching his head. George was snoring loudly; the parchments were being blown across the bed each time he exhaled.
Slowly, Fred registered the continuous beeping of an alarm on his bedside table. He reached for it and was not happy what he saw on it.
It was half past nine.
His and George's first class of the day started at nine.
"Shit. Shit. Shit. George wake up NOW! Shit," he raced around the room picking up his discarded school robes from under his bed.
"Two more minutes," George muttered shifting in his sleep.
Fred threw the alarm he was still holding angrily at his brother's head: he awoke with a start.
"What. The. Hell. Did. You. Do. That. For."
George spoke through gritted teeth, obviously seething at the abrupt and painful awakening.
"Alarm. Late. Potions," Fred mumbled whilst trying to get his shirt on; realising he was trying to put his head through the arm hole.
George picked the alarm up from where it lay beside his shoes.
"Oh shit. Snape's going to put our sorry arses in detention for a month."
They raced around their dorm, hurriedly shoving on their school clothes. They raced each other to the dungeons and by the time they arrived they were both panting with sweat dripping down their forehead.
"Sorry we're late professor," the twins said beathlessly in unsion as they burst into the potions class unannounced.
"Is there a new trend," Professor Snape leered from behind his desk.
"We were - wait... what?" Fred asked in bewilderment.
"I said is there a new trend," at the blank look on the twins' face he continued, "I noticed how you have your robes inside out and simply wondered if this was a new fashion statement."
The back of George's neck turned red as Fred's ears turned a ghastly shade of scarlet. Snape smirked coldly and the Slytherins howled with laughter. Fred scowled at the potions master. He would have liked nothing better than to wring his neck out at that moment.
"Detention both of you. See me at the end of the lesson."
Fred slammed his bag onto the nearest table in anger.
"An extra nights worth of detention for abusing the furniture Weasley."
The Slytherins howled louder now and didn't stop until Snape shushed them. Only the Gryffindors looked slightly sympathetic at their misfortune.
Twenty minutes later and the bell rang signalling the end of the lesson. Since they had arrived two thirds late into the lesson, Snape had had them scrub cauldrons from his store cupboard clean. George had muttered curses under his breath whilst Fred glared at the pofessor. He was so angry you could practically feel the steam radiating from him.
"Weasley, Weasley I want you doing two nights of detention each. Frederick you can do it tonight and tomorrow night at nine. George, same time Wednesday and Thursday."
"Yes sir," they muttered before preparing to leave.
"Friday night at nine too Frederick. I don't permit students to abuse my furnitue."
"Yes sir," Fred seethed, heading to the Gryffindor common room with his brother.
They had a free period to mull over the recent events. In the rush of their lateness, both twins had completely forgotten about their sweet plan for revenge. They discussed this in a quiet corner of the common room, laughing occasionally at their genious minds.
"This George, is most likely going to beome of the best pranks I have ever had the pleasure to take part in."
They grinned slyly. At their glee in the plan, they had almost forgotten their anger at Snape. Almost.
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Granger had it coming to her. For the time being she was safe and confiding her fears into Harry and Ron. They were sat in the back of potions attempting to brew a potion designed to give the drinker fleas. Why they were brewing that, they had no idea.
"What if they do something that will put me in detention," Hermione whispered worriedly.
"They'll probably just do something that will humiliate you so much that you want to crawl in a hole and die. Or something that will scare you half to death."
Hermione rolled her eyes, Ron was just exaggerating. Wasn't he?
"Well you shouldn't have threatened to rat them out," Ron muttered defensively.
"I couldn't just ignore them Ron. That first year nearly dried up completely!"
"But still, ratting them out to McGoganall?! That's a new low even for you Hermione."
"Snape," Harry whispered urgently.
"What was I supposed to do? What about Snape?"
"Professor Snape to you Granger. Is what you're discussing about potions?"
Hermione whipped her head around and there behind her stood Snape, piercing her through cold eyes.
"I - I - I mean... we, um," she stammered but got cut off.
"Maybe a detention would do you good Granger. You obviously think you're too good for this class as you continue to talk even after I instructed that you work in silence."
Hermione turned pink, "No, I mean yes, no, what?"
Snape's mouth curled at the edges. He was enjoying her anguish.
"Yes it will definitely do you good. Tonight at nine please."
The bell rang and Hermione tossed her things into her bag with such a force that made Harry and Ron back away slightly.
"Slimy git, we were only talking!" she screamed halfway to the grounds for break.
Her face was red and she had a note of hysteria in her voice. She had never remembered being so angry in her life.
"Things can't get any worse," she threw her hands in the air in an exasperated manner.
Oh, how wrong she was.