Here is the third chapter of my much awaited story!
Well I didn't like that chapter but my wonderful beta, Maggy Black, told me that it was good, so I choose to trust her and upload it instead of trashing it.
Seriously I'm really grateful of her effort in correcting my bad English, and you should be too, dear readers. Thanks to her you will have a readable story. ;)
Anyway, have fun.
It feels so good
Chapter 3
Later that night, Hermione was getting ready to get into bed. She sighed in comfort as she slipped between the new sheets on her bed. Apparently, the twins had gone a long way in making sure she was comfortable tonight. They had replaced her old cotton sheets for a new set of ivory silk sheet. Silk sheets... Hermione had always wanted to sleep in silk sheets. It seemed so extravagant, so luxurious.
She had put on the new nightgown they had left the bed. It was both practical and warm, like any other she had. She was a bit surprised by the twins, if she had imagined them giving her some night clothes; she would have imagined something revealing and feminine. She was very happy they had respected her tastes.
She grabbed her book on the nightstand and began to read. She had nearly finished her chapter when she heard a soft knock on the door. She smiled to herself and looked at her clock. Yes, it was time.
It was a long lasting tradition. Ever since she moved in with the twins, they had come, at precisely 10pm, to wish her good night. Usually in a most absurd fashion, but still she had grown fond of their endless variations of "sleep well". No matter how tired she was, she couldn't help waiting for their usual arrival, she wanted to know what they had come up with this time.
In fact, the more she thought about it, the more she realized that she had grown fond not only of their antics but of the perpetrators as well.
Even in their habits, they were original. They made her breakfast, everyday, and some of the time she would find eggs and bacon, porridge, cereal or toast on her plate. But, sometimes they would serve cold pizza, soup, sushi or even steak. One day they baked only potatoes; fried, baked, broiled, boiled smashed; every single possible use for potatoes, but only potatoes. Another time they found an old children's book she kept as a souvenir and had served her green eggs and ham. They had argued over the breakfast referring at each other as Sam-I-am. That day she laughed so hard she never managed to eat anything. She still doesn't know if she like green eggs and ham, but she knows she can't eat them with the Weasley twins.
And it was like this for every single thing. They keep her on the edge, alert and awake. She had never felt more alive than when facing the unknown and the twins were an endless mystery to her. Slowly, but surely she was falling in love with them. And what was the most disturbing was that she wasn't disturbed by it. She was beginning to love two men at the same time, and she couldn't find it wrong. It was most distressing.
But for now she was anxious to see what new idea they had come up with.
The word new has to describe a subject, this is why I added idea, and invented is more a term used for creating new products, and "come up with" would just make more sense here.
She put a bookmark in her page before closing her book. She put it away and invited them in.
"Come in."
The door slowly opened and two red foxes entered the room. They were a deeper red than most foxes and their eyes were blue instead of black. However, they were handsome beasts; their fur looked soft and thick, their paws and ears were a perfect black and their white markings flawless. They were also thoroughly identical.
The foxes jumped on her bed and curled near her legs. She couldn't resist petting them. They were as soft as they looked. But she already knew that.
"You know, I'm disappointed."
The foxes transformed and became two men, identical, red haired men, each sitting on a side of her bed.
"You did that trick on the first week I came to live here."
The twins looked at each other startled.
"We did?"said the one on her left.
"If she said it, I believe her. Hermione is always right." answered the other.
Hermione let a self satisfied smile show on her lips.
"But since you did surprise me with the bathroom, I excuse you."
The twins smiled. And surprisingly it wasn't their usual mischievous smiles. Those were pleased smiles, as if her opinion mattered to them. It was highly unusual, normally only her reaction was important, the louder the better. She cleared her throat. She wanted to thank them and this was the perfect opportunity, but for some reason she felt a bit awkward doing it.
"By the way, thank you very much for it. I can't tell you how much I appreciate that bath. I feel more relax than I have been for a long time." she said softly.
The twins' smiles widen.
"Our pleasure Hermione"
There was something in their intonation that made her shiver. She looked at the grinning twins with suspicion. An idea was beginning to form in her sharp mind, and she didn't like it, not one bit.
"You didn't look at me, did you?" she asked in a carefully measured tone.
The twins plastered sickly sweet smiles on their face.
"Of course not, Love."
"We wouldn't dare."
They said this in a voice dripping with false sincerity. They couldn't have convinced a mentally challenge flobberworm.
Two very surprised red headed men found themselves sitting on the floor, after having flown backward from Hermione's room. The door closed firmly in front of them.
"I don't think she believed us," said Fred, who was rubbing his pretty sore buttocks. He held his hand out to his brother, who was still sitting on the floor, looking a bit stunned.
George grabbed the offered hand and got up. He smiled at his brother.
"Well, she put on the night gown, didn't she?"
The twins made their way toward their bedroom, deep in thought. Fred broke the silence.
"Do you think she will be asleep when the spell goes off?"
"I sure hope not. I would love to hear her reaction," George answered
The grins on their face would have frightened a hippogriff.
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After a couple of minutes spent cursing the twins and their endless love for pranks, Hermione went to sleep. Against her expectations, she slept quite well.
That is until she awoke in the middle of the night with the feeling that something was wrong. It wasn't before she lit her wand that her half-asleep brain finally processed the fact that she was now naked.
Even in the middle of the night she could understand what happened. The list of suspects was pretty slim to start with.
She was tempted to scream at them, but that was probably what they were hoping. She thought about getting up to get another night gown from her drawer, but she saw that the door had been opened and the light was on. They were probably asleep, but with those two you can never assume anything. And even if they were sleeping, they could have a camera waiting for her to get out of bed.
he tried to Accio a nightgown, but the drawer seemed to be stuck and would not open. The same goes for the door which stubbornly stayed opened. After a few tries she did manage to turn off the light. She knew that if she was at her usual standard, she would have already come up with a solution, but it was the middle of the night, and she was still sleepy. Tomorrow, she would solve the problem in a minute and feel like a fool for not thinking about it sooner.
She huffed impatiently, those two were impossible. You couldn't trust them, not for a minute. They were always up to something. In spite of her anger, she smiled. Well, it was her own fault; she had let her guard down. The letter explicitly mentioned that they hadn't put anything in the bathroom; she should have been more suspicious of what they put in her room. Normally, she wouldn't have accepted a gift without at least checking for magical traces on it.
She determinedly turned on her side in the bed. Well, if she could do nothing else, she would sleep. Tomorrow she would find a solution. She was feeling oddly exposed without clothes and with the door opened, even under the blankets.
I always wanted to sleep naked in silk sheets, she thought, I might as well make the most of it.
Hermione grudgingly admitted that the feeling of the silk on her skin was ... nice.
"But it will stop raining in London before I thank the twins for this one," she muttered to no one.
And, listening to the never ending rain of England, comfortable and maybe just a tiny, little bit aroused, Hermione went back to sleep. She dreamed of sweet things, like humiliated and sheepish Weasley twins. What she could do to put them in that state, she couldn't even dream about it. But she would find a way, eventually.
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P.S My beta question the use of a camera as the use of a Muggle technology. Well Colin has a camera, and I don't see why people who can put a spell on a sheet of paper that put pimple on somebody's facewhen he spill a secret, couldn't record a movement that set off a camera. But if you think that it still make no sense, I'm taking all the blame for using that idea. I was warned after all. ;)
