Author's Notes: I'm back again! Here's the Third Chapter! Whew, I visited my poll and I saw a lot of you are thinking that it's Draco Malfoy...well... We'll just have to see about that. :)
Song of Inspiration: Ding Dong Song (You Touch My Tralala) by Gunther
This song was absolutely funny, and I just can't help myself and sing along!
Enjoy!
If Someone Stole Your Underwear
And You Perfectly Know Who Did...
Go and Steal his!
And Eye for an Eye, an Underwear for an Underwear!
Hermione Granger and The Missing Underwear
Chapter 3: Fred and George Weasley
Hermione became restless about her missing favorite underwear. She was moody and very cold. And oddly, Ron was spared from all of this. Probably, that was the result of Hermione's giving him up as one of her suspects.
Oh how they wish they were not too. Fred, George, Harry and Draco.
Hermione sat on her bed, thinking of the possible suspects. Her right hand was absently twirling locks of her hair and her left was neatly placed on her lap. She was looking outside the window, thinking deeply.
'The only fight I had with lately was Ron, when he was drunk…'
'If he didn't…and that it was really just one empty threat…'
'Or someone imperiused him…'
'Hm…If that someone did use the Imperius Curse, that must mean he's…he's able to do magic outside Hogwarts!"
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Fred and George.
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But why the hell would they steal her underwear?
"I wonder who stole 'Mione's underwear…"Harry yawned as he sat with Ron and Fred. They were currently watching Draco and George play Wizard's Chess and it was becoming very boring.
"Dunno. Do you think someone really stole it? She could have misplaced it or somethi—Ha! Check!" George said smugly, looking at an annoyed Draco.
"Stupid Queen, can't even do anything…Filthy mud—" All eyes turned to him, brows raised.
"…bath." He finished, grinning uncertainly.
"Old habits—"
"—really die—"
"—hard, and that's a checkmate—"
"—for almost saying that word."
"What!? How did that happen?" Draco stared incredulously at his King which was surrounded now by the violent queen and tricky rook of George. Harry snickered while Ron patted George's back mumbling, "You learned from the master."
"That's what you call check,…mate." Fred and George did a high five, laughing loudly. (Duuh?)
"Whatever…" Draco rolled his eyes. His hair was still messy since his hair gel was still missing. Darn. Darn it all. He needed his frigging gel!
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"Hey Harry, are you wearing gel?" Ron randomly said, noticing the gel in Harry's hair. Everyone turned to him.
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"Potter." Predator.
"M—Malfoy." Prey.
"Uh…Weasley?" Ron butted in. In a flick of a finger, Harry was running with Draco tailing behind.
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"Uh…Should we also chase each other?" Ron asked his brothers, blinking.
"Mate—"
"—you're hopeless." And with that, Fred and George left him sitting alone in the couch, thinking whether he should chase himself or ask Crookshanks to chase him.
"Darn, I hope everything's okay—"
"—now that we're leaving Verity—"
"—over the counter." Fred finished. They currently placed WWW on the hands of their assistant, Verity. They were walking towards their room when they noticed that something was blocking their way.
Or someone?
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"H-hermione?..." George found his throat dry. And Fred felt like his head was swimming. They could feel their cargo pants tighten as they continued to stare at her.
"Why—" I can see her inner thighs.
"—are you—" Can't she see she's driving us nuts?
"—wearing—" Too loose…
"—Fred's underwear?" Why does it have to be Fred's?!
And indeed, Hermione was there, wearing a yellow top and as George said, Fred's underwear.
"Hey! That's my favorite underwear!" Or at least, now.
His favorite to be exact.
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"Exactly." Hermione smirked, placing her hands on her hips. She wasn't quite aware of the growing bulge on the two males' pants. All she did was merely for revenge.
"Why?!" Fred asked, outraged. If there's one thing you wouldn't want to steal from him, it would be his underwear…too. And his collection of combs, and pimple vanishers and his favorite pygmy puff too… His wallet, his shades, his sweaters, his bed, his chair—In short, he didn't like his thing being stolen.
"Since I have yours, you'll have to give mine. It's a bargain." Oh…so that was why.
"But—"
"—it's not—"
"—with us!" Fred pointed out.
"And why not steal George's underwear, don't steal mine!" Yeah!
"Well, it doesn't really matter at—"
"It does!" Fred butted in.
"—all. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth."
"It's not an eye for an eye! Its more of a—"
"—an eye for a tooth!"
"Wait, why a tooth? Shouldn't it be none since we don't have it?" George turned to his twin, a quizzical expression on his face.
"Just to make this fic weirder?" Fred shrugged.
"Oh."
"An eye for a tooth!!"
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"JUST GIMME BACK MY UNDERWEAR!!" Hermione screamed, getting frustrated.
"I told you it's—"
"—not with us!"
"YOU LIARS! I KNOW YOU DID IT! I KNOW YOU IMPERIUSED RON TO STEAL MY UNDERWEAR!!"
"Imperius?—"
"—what the hell are you talking about, 'Mione?"
"Just give it ba—" But her very colorful speech was cut off…
…with Ron and Crookshanks.
"Ha! You can't catch me, Crookshanks! I'm not Scabbers!"
"Meow!"
"Come on, faster!"
"Meooow!"
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"OUCH!" Ron shouted as Crookshanks reached him and clawed his groin part.
Hermione, Fred and George kept blinking at the scene, unsure on what to do. Should the laugh, or should they laugh harder?
"Hermione! Your cat!" Ron said angrily, not noticing her current attire. Hermione just stared at Crookshanks, still blinking. The world has gone insane… And it's all because of my underwear…
"W—what?"
"He clawed my Tralala!"
"Your what?"
"My Ding-ding dong!" Tralalala, Tralalala… Ohhh, you touched my Tralala. Ohhh, my ding-ding dong.
And before she could even answer, Fred and George suddenly burst into fits of laughter mouthing the words 'Tralala' and 'Ding-ding dong.' And all Hermione could do was join in.
"It's really—"
"—not us Hermione. We weren't even sleeping here yesterday or the day before—"
"—yesterday. We were checking on Verity." Fred stated while George nodded in agreement.
"Okay, okay. Sorry if I ever stole your favorite underwear, Fred. I really thought you guys had it…" Hermione blushed, handing Fred his underwear, she was now wearing her usual shorts that ended on her knees.
Fred merely nodded and George gave a strangled snort.
"And what's with the Imperius curse, 'Mione?" Fred tilted his head in confusion.
"You know we're going to Azkaban if we ever did that." George pointed out.
"Oops, guess I forgot about that." Blushing a deeper shade of red.
What was happening to her? Just because of a damn missing underwear she has not been herself. And maybe, she won't be…for a very long time. And Fred and George, as they stared at her, are now quite uncertain if that was a good thing or not.
A crazy Hermione?
Definitely not.
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"Oh yeah, where's Harry and Draco?"
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"Potter." Predator.
"M—Malfoy." Prey.
"Weasley?" Wannabee.
"Meeeeeow."
End of Chapter 3
End Notes: Okay... that was definitely crazy! Oh well, if you need questions about this answer, ask away! I still need to study for my terms! Good Luck to me? :) Vote my profile : Who stole Hermione's panties?
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