AN: Who missed me! I'm sure some of you at least missed the story. I have no real excuses. It's been almost a year. Hope and prey that that wont happen again come hurricane season. My house is FINALLY all fixed! Last part of the roof was patched today. Yayness!
Anyway, I'll spare you from ranting about my life at the moment. Really, you all came here to read a story, so without further ado…
Usual disclaimer applies. Me No ownership blah blah….
Chapter seven…. Curiosity disturbed the werewolf
'I'm telling you Molly, there is something not right going on in that room,' Remus says as he sips a strong cup of tea. The aroma of which woke Molly up some five minutes earlier.
Molly smiles to herself as she listens to Remus and watches him shake his head and drink his tea.
'…And I thought Hermione, dear sweet intelligent Hermione would know better,' His head shaking continues. Molly tries hard not to laugh. She was wondering who would stumble upon the next Stargate Log.
'I'm sure there is a reasonable explanation for everything Remus,' She says.
'And I'm sure it involves group-'
'Remus!' Molly cuts him off, 'Why don't you go up there and ask them you're self? I do believe you have yet to give them their breakfast.' She stands to leave, 'Oh, and don't forget to fix two more trays,' She smiles at him and heads back to the couch to get more sleep. She pauses and looks up the stairs, then back to the couch, and nods. There are to many stairs, and she is to tired. She smiles one more time for reassurance, then goes to the couch.
'A reasonable explanation,' Remus repeats quietly to himself as he, and now five trays, make their way upstairs.
Hesitating only a second, he opens the door, walks in, waits for the trays to follow, then shuts the door louder then necessary.
'Shu'up,' mumbles a body that Remus recognizes as Ron. He watches as the body now known as Ron shifts and ends up in what, to Remus, is an uncomfortable position.
Remus clears his throat. He waits. And clears it again, louder.
Hermione, who is laying on her back, looks over the top of Harry's head, 'G'morning professor,' then yawns and stretches. 'What time is it?'
Remus stands there staring at her and Harry, and says quietly 'Almost 9'.
Hermione nods before lowering her head back to the pillow and closing her eyes.
'Hermione?' Remus tentively asks.
'Yes professor?' Her head stays down, and her eyes still closed. Harry shifts and his leg drapes over hers.
'I.. Err, I brought breakfast?' Her head lifts up at that, and she looks over at him, now noticing the trays.
She nudges Harry. 'Harry, breakfast is here,' she says, then shimmies out from underneath his arm, which is draped over her stomach, and his leg. Harry only compensates the loss of Hermione by grabbing her pillow.
Remus watches in mild- okay, more then mild- fascination as Hermione stumbles to the middle bed that is solely occupied by Fred, or George, he couldn't tell which.
Hermione hops onto the bed, jostling the sleeper. 'Fred. Breakfast. Now.' Remus quirks an eyebrow, Hermione notices and smiles.
As she hops off Fred's bed she replies, 'It's best to be short and simple with him in the morning'. Then heads to the next bed.
Into Ron's ear Remus hears her say, 'Wakie wakie, breakfast is here'. Ron starts awake and licks his lips. Hermione then turns to George.
Remus' eyes widen when he sees Hermione kiss George. She squeaks and pulls back a second later.
'George Weasley! How long have you been awake?'
'Since Ron's leg kicked mine when you woke him up,' George smiles innocently, and Hermione sighs before kissing him one more time.
'Harry, wake up. Honestly,' Hermione shakes her head and heads back to Harry.
'10 more minutes,' Harry mumbles.
'No more minutes. Up now! Or I'll let Ron eat your breakfast,' She pulls his pillow out from under his head and hits him with it. Harry groans and rolls over onto his back and sends a glare at Hermione.
'You wouldn't really give him my breakfast would you?'
'Go back to sleep and we'll find out.'
Harry groans again, but sits himself against the head board. Hermione continues her mothering duty by grabbing a tray and placing it in front of Ron.
'Hey! How come he gets his first?' George asks, pouting playfully.
'Because if I gave you yours first, Ron would more then likely eat it anyway. Which would defeat the whole purpose of giving you your breakfast first," Hermione explains, still handing out trays.
As she settles with her own back next to Harry, Remus comes to his senses and sits on the corner of the desk, clearing his throat again.
'So, I read an interesting, err, well, that is-'
'He read you're log Harry,' George cuts in around a mouth full of eggs, while snickering. Fred snorts into his pumpkin juice, Harry grins widely before biting into his toast, Hermione laughs slightly while trading her toast for Harry's bacon and Ron remains oblivious to the statement and goes about happily stuffing his face.
'Right, well, would you care to explain yourselves?'
''Course we will. Harry, go ahead, explain why you and Hermione were found in bed together… Oh, and explain the log too,' Fred says, glancing at George. Who didn't seem to notice. Hermione looked at Fred and rolled her eyes.
'Well you see, it all started around lunch time yesterday…' Harry began.
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"How are my two best friends?" Hermione asked after she and Fred came in with our lunches.
"What about me?" George said pouting playfully. Hermione grinned and walked over to him.
"And how are you my George?" She said before she kissed him.
"I'm sitting right here you know," Ron said disgustedly.
"Alright alright, enough of that. We come bearing gifts of food and drink!" Fred said before he settled with his food on the empty bed in the middle.
"What about our food?"
"You have feet, get it yourself Ronniekins," Fred took a bite of his pumpkin pie.
I was just finishing that potions essay Ron and I never got around to cop- err, doing.'
('I'm very proud of you Harry' Hermione says, choosing to ignore the fact that he was about to say copying.')
'Right, I was just finishing the essay, and was about to get up to get my lunch, when Hermione sets my tray in front of me.
"Hey! How come he gets his delivered?" Ron asked as he and George tried to stand up. Fred, Hermione and I watched them for a moment before laughing.'
('Why would that be funny?' Remus asks looking at the two in confusion. Everyone starts laughing and Hermione steals her toast, now half eaten, back. Fred waves for Harry to continue again.)
'Hermione looks over at me and smiles before turning back to Ron, "Because he did his homework." Ron rolls his eyes, and George manages to get them both standing.
('Will someone please fill me in on what I'm missing?' Remus says, still confused. Fred looks over at his brothers, 'Stand up then.' George and Ron attempt the difficult challenge of standing. Remus, unable to stop himself, laughs as he watches. 'So, you are stuck together?' He ventures. 'Glued actually,' George says, glaring at Ron, but amusement is clear in his voice. 'Ahh, Sirius did that to James once,' Remus says, 'Caused them and myself a deal of trouble.' Harry smiles, and notices his toast is gone. Glaring at Hermione, who sheepishly gives him the last bite, he continues after swallowing.)
' "Ron… What are you doing?" I heard George ask, and looked up from my food.
"Trying to relive the itching," Ron answered and I had to quickly take a bit from my cheese sandwich to stop from laughing. Ron glared at me, sensing the laughter I was suppressing, as he wiggled around while grabbing his food.
"Well stop trying and scratch already, you're giving me motion sickness," It was then that I realized Ron's wiggling was also making George wiggle and I had to take another, larger bite. I heard Hermione trying to hold in her laughter also. Fred was full out laughing by then.
"It's not the chicken pox that itch," Ron said, and Hermione fell silent, and tried to slump farther down into the bed. Her leg bumped mine and I bumped hers back. Ron glared at her.
"Hermione, did you forget to do something important?" Fred asked, tears rolling down his cheeks from laughing. Hermione straightened and cleared her throat.
"Sorry Ron," She said, "I'll fix it after we eat." Ron continued to glare at her. She sighed, "Promise."
Ron nodded approvingly and him and George took their food back to their bed. The rest of lunch was past in silence.
"Hermione," Ron whined almost a half hour later.
"I'll get it right this time Ron," Hermione said, looking like she wanted to laugh. With a swish of her wand, and a mumble of something I couldn't hear, Ron's banana problem vanished. I had the distinct feeling that Hermione knew all along how do help Ron. Chuckling to myself, I decided that was a good way to start my log.
"I'm hungry," Ron said as he wiggled around, subsequently wiggling George also.
"You're always hungry," Hermione said at the same time I said, "We just ate."
"Fred, you going to eat that apple?" Ron asked, grabbing the only remaining part of Fred's lunch, and biting into it.
"Not now I'm not," he answered, and went back to trying to read what I had written in my log, and what I was writing at the moment.
"Do you mind?" I asked him, looking up.
"Not at all Harry dear!" He smiled, patted my head and walked back to the middle bed.
We all went about separate things after that: I started polishing my broom-'
(Harry is interrupted by Fred and Georges loud laughter, and glares at them. 'So sorry Harry,' George begins. 'That just sounded dirty,' Fred finishes, and they both continue laughing to themselves. Harry glares at the twins one more time before clearing his throat and continuing.)
'…I began polishing my broom for what seemed like the millionth time, Ron and George, after some obviously uncomfortable shifting, played chess, Fred watched them avidly, calling out encouragements every once in a while, and Hermione left to get her transfiguration text.
"Oh Ronald," She said when she came back in a few minutes later. "I think you will love our first lesson." She sat back down on her old bed and laughed.
"Told you she was mental," Ron mumbled to himself, and was hit on the shoulder by George. Ron turned to glare at him. "Well she is! Thinking I would love a transfiguration lesson."
"I think you missed the sarcasm mate," I said looking up from my broom. Hermione looked over at Ron and started laughing harder.
"What is so funny about school work?" Fred asked, as he got up and read the lesson. He turned to look at Ron then back at the lesson, then back at Ron before he started laughing also.
Curiosity getting the better of me, I got up and read the indicated lesson, and started laughing with the other two.
"I think they're all mental," George said and Ron nodded his head. "Someone want to let us in on the joke?"
"The first lesson," Fred got out before he began laughing to hard again.
"Is turning a banana into a plate," Hermione finished and we all turned to see Ron's reaction. The look on his face had us in hysterics for at while.
Once we all settled down, and Ron enlightened us that he now hates bananas, I remembered my log and added to it. After that was done, my still full stomach and lull in the itching made me feel drowsy.
The next thing I know someone's jumping on my bed and Hermione's saying: "I'm hungry." I opened my eyes and noticed her and Fred were still in here. And it's Fred that jumped onto my bed.
"What time is it?" I asked, still partly asleep. "And why are you two still here?" I was rewarded with a pillow to the head, waking me up fully. Deciding I slept long enough anyhow, I slowly make my way to the desk, where the abandoned log sat.
"Because we love you so much Harry," Fred answered at the same time Hermione said "Almost 8." I groaned when I realized I must have slept through dinner.
As if reading my mind, Hermione announced from her spot next to my bed: "Fred and I are in charge of getting you lot fed,"
"Yea, there was a problem with the Order. We're the only ones here," Fred said. I immediately look up from my log. George is first to notice my unease.
"It's no big deal Harry. From what we gathered listening in on their conversation-"
"Compliments of Extendable ears," Fred adds.'
(At this point Remus gives the twins an exasperated expression, laced with slight amusement.)
' "-It's only a rather large Cornish Pixie problem," George finished. He shifted a bit, causing Ron drop the chocolate frog he just opened.
"Harry catch it!" He exclaimed. Being sick must have weakened my seeker reflexes. I missed, and the frog ran into me, leaving a smudge of creamy milk chocolate on my cheek. The others laughed and I glared.
"No fear Harry!" Fred said, getting up and walking over to me. "Happens to the best of us," He then bent forward and licked my cheek. "Still good though." Smiling cheekily, he retreated back to his bed, only to be stared at by everyone else.
"What? I seem to recall George licking Hermione just last week," Fred leaned back against the pillows. "Am I not allowed to lick anyone too?"
That comment was greeted by silence, then laughter.'
('I beg your pardon. Do I even what to know?' Remus looks at the two in question. Hermione blushes slightly, and George grins. 'I don't think you do Professor. Not when it comes to those two,' Ron says. The others, minus Remus groan. They all know Ron will always believe what he wants. Harry clears his throat, everyone quiets down, and he continues.)
' " Hey Ron, do you have anymore of those?" I asked. "Where did you get them anyway?"
"Bought them when we went to Diagon Alley," Fred said, snatching one from the bag, I guessed, contained them. He tossed me one, which this time I caught.'
('Congratulations Harry,' Says Hermione. 'Thank you,' Harry replies, with a smile.)
' "Ugh, this one's all melty," George said. He took his hand out of the bag, revealing a leaking chocolate frog box. "Here you go 'Mione. You can have this one."
"Thanks George, your too sweet," Hermione held out her hand to catch the frog, but it flew to far next to her, and hit Fred on the arm.
"Oi! What did I ever do you? Now I'm all sticky!" Fred exclaimed.
George attempted an innocent face, and pointed to Hermione. "Hermione did it!"
Hermione glared at him, and stuck her tongue out. "George can't aim well."
I quickly wrote what happened while laughing.'
('I just got a sense of Déjà vu,' George says, looking at his twin and girlfriend. 'Yea, so did I,' Fred admits. Hermione purses her lips, though it's clear she's holding back a smile, and says, 'We're magnets for sticky situations.' She can't hold the serious face and laughs, the rest following. Except for Remus who looks confused and a bit more disturbed. Harry waits for quite before continuing.)
"Hey Hermione?" I heard Ron ask a moment later while I was looking over what my log said so far. There was a rustling of sheets, then: "Can I have some of that?"
Not seeing what was going on, made me turn towards them with slightly wide eyes. Ron was still where he was, and Hermione was handing him a cauldron cake.
"What's the matter Harry?" Ron asked, before he took a bite. "Want some?" He said around a mouth full of cake.
I shook my head, chuckled lightly, and decided that that needed to be in the log.
"Where were you keeping all of this?" Ron asked, his mouth full with another cake.
"Our room," Hermione and Fred said in unison. They didn't even seem at all phased by it, just went on eating.
"Fred!" George exclaimed loudly, causing Ron to start. Fred looked over at is twin.
"Congratulations Harry!" Fred said after seeing what George was holding up to him. I looked over at him curiously. "You have been chosen, unanimously I might add, to test that there grayish brownish Bertie Bott Bean," He finished, indicating the jelly bean George was holding.
"Why me?" I asked, then thought that too would be a good edition to my log.
"Because you are the Boy-Who-Lived!" Fred said dramatically.
"You're a Gryffindor!" George said, just as dramatically.
"You're- Err, well, that is to say you're- George?" Fred faltered looking over at his twin.
"You're extremely good looking?" George replied hopefully.
Fred followed his lead. "Because you love us?" Hermione snorted and tried to cover it up with a cough. Fred turned and quirked an eyebrow at her. Hermione just shook her head.
"Alright, give it here," I said extending my hand. George grinned widely.
"Knew you would try it Harry mate," He handed me the offending candy. Hesitantly I put it in my mouth. And even more hesitantly, I chewed. I didn't however hesitate when I gagged.
"Well?" Ron asked eagerly, from where he was leaning against headboard, licking the chocolate from his fingers.
"Words cannot describe," I said as I tried to swallow the vile sweet, that was anything but sweet. Once I managed the task, I thought of how to describe it.
"Taste like polyjuice potion, warm milk, and mint," I decided, "when it's all coming back up." I watched the faces in the room grimace. Only Ron and Hermione gagged. Them being the only other ones there who tasted polyjuice. Going both ways, I imagine.'
( 'Have they now?' Remus asks with a curious, amusement laced expression. Hermione grins sheepishly but doesn't say anything. Neither Harry, nor Ron feel the urge to discuss their trip to the Slytherin common room. Harry therefore says, 'I'll get on with the story shall I?')
' "Well," George said, clapping his hands once. "Thanks for that Harry. Better you then me." Still grimacing from the taste, I grabbed the cauldron cake that was sitting in front of Ron and ate it in two bites.
A minute later, Ron reached for the now gone treat, and narrowed his eyes at the empty space. He looked over and noticed Hermione, who was shaking her head at something Fred had said, had one resting on her knee. Leaning as far over as his situation with George would allow, he grabbed it while she was still looking at Fred.
"I told you Fred, you have to ask your mum where she put your wand, I surely haven't got clue where she hid them," She said, then reached for the cake, only to find it gone. She glared at me.
"It wasn't me!" I said when she continued to glare at me. I turned from her and wrote in my log.
"So'y 'Mione," Ron said through a partially full mouth. She must have turned her glare on him.'
(Ron shudders recalling the glare. The others look at him and he says, 'Her glares could kill.' everyone, including Remus, silently agrees and Harry resumes his story.)
Fred, it seemed took the opportunity of everyone's attention on Ron and his cauldron cake stealing ways to get up and attempt to read my log. I covered it up quickly and glared at him. He just shrugged.
"Can't blame me for trying," He said before tossing himself down on Hermione's bed.
"May I help you Fred?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, thank you 'Mione dear. You're bed was just closer then mine." Hermione, along with Ron, George and I looked from where I sat at the desk, to the bed Fred had been in, then to Hermione's.
"Doesn't look like that much of a difference," George told his twin, who just shrugged again before leaning his head down on Hermione's shoulder.
"You're really soft. Know that 'Mione?" He asked. George glared at him, and Ron widened his eyes. I however decided that would be good in the log and proceeded to write it down.
"So is George," Hermione said, a faint blush creeping to her cheeks. Ron's eyes widened further before he rested his head on George's shoulder.
"She's right." He said simply, then, lifting his head, "There anymore Chocolate Frogs?"
I added that to the log as I heard Hermione say there were no more Frogs, only some Bertie Bott Beans that looked even more questionable then the grayish brownish one I had tried. It was silently agreed upon that no one need tried them. And one cauldron cake. I quickly stood and took it.
"I can still taste the bean," I mumbled between chews. I went back to my log to ignore the looks from Ron.
A minute or so later I heard a shifting, then a mumble, then Hermione sigh. "I told you," she said, "You're mum has you're wand somewhere." Then there was more shifting and footsteps.
I turned from my log to see Fred over at his bed, grabbing a pillow. I was about to turn back to the log when I saw Fred eyeing where I had put my broom.
"I have a new wand!" He exclaimed before hurrying to my Firebolt and holding it in a 'ready' position for dueling.
"Fred. That's my broom," I said slowly.
"I know that Harry," He said. He didn't elaborate. Just tried to 'swish and flick' in the direction of his pillow. I looked over at the others, and they too, were staring at him.
"It wont work Fred," Hermione said slowly. Fred stared at his pillow while a slow smile grew on his lips.
"Don't worry. I know how to use this type," He said.
He held the broom by the back end and hooked the pillow, by it's case onto the front then 'levitated' it to Hermione's bed. I shuddered to think of what he may think of to do with his new 'wand.'
After a moment of silence we all started laughing and I finished off my log, having decided that nothing could top that.'
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'After that, I let them read my log and we pretty much fell asleep after discussing Fred's 'new wand'.' Harry finishes, reaching for his juice.
'Yes, well, that certainly explains things,' Remus says, looking over the 'Sick Ward' residents and former 'Poxters'.
'Except how Harry and Hermione ended up in bed together,' Fred says, amusement clear in his voice. Remus looks at the two in question and they both roll their eyes.
'Fred drools,' Hermione says simply.
Ron snickers. George grins, and nods his head in agreement, saying 'He does.'
Remus hides his chuckle at Fred, who by this time was looking at his twin with narrowed eyes. Harry openly laughs and Hermione looks over at him.
'And Harry only has a tendency to cuddle,' She says, and watches as a blush starts on his cheeks.
Having gotten what he came for, and indeed a little afraid of what else he may find out, Remus stands, still laughing softly at his former students. His eyes land on George and Ron, reminding him of what happened to them.
'I believe I can help with that,' He says, pointing to the brothers who were trying, quite unsuccessfully, to get more comfortable. Without waiting for a response, he takes whomever's juice was sitting on the bedside table closest to the duo, and spills it on the seem of the attached hips.
'Professor!' Ron starts as the now room temperature juice comes in contact with his until that moment, dry pants. On reflex, when he started, he moved over as far as he could without falling off the bed. George doing the same at the meeting of juice and pants.
Remus grins, looking rather proud of himself for remembering.
'George, Ron…' Hermione says, looking at them, or more specifically, the spot between them.
It takes a moment for them to realize that they can see bed between them.
'How did you do that?' Harry asks.
'The acid in orange juice counters the adhesive. It took Lily getting mad at James and tossing hers at him to realize it though.' Remus smiles fondly at the memory of a juiced James.
'Thanks Professor!' Ron smiles widely and gets up. George follows his lead, only he decides to dance around the room.
Remus smiles and excuses himself, levitating the empty breakfast trays behind him. As he descends the stairs he hears Hermione say, 'Why didn't I think of that?'
And as he reaches the first landing George's voice filters down saying, 'Who put this sign on the door?'
AN: Well, that was a bit longer then I had expected it to come out. But that's all the better for you. And you can see that I have been working on it on my 'time off'. It's about halfway through. If I'm going by the Original CPaSL standards. 3 More logs I think…
Hm…. Who ever will find the next one! Who do YOU want to find it?
