CHAPTER NINE


Summary: Hermione has recently found out that she is a witch and is off to attend her first year at the prestigious Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry in the Wizarding World. There she meets a strange family of red heads, the famous chosen one - Harry Potter, a tight nit group of pranksters and Quidditch players that don't feel quite complete, along with meddling professors and ghosts. What will happen when long kept secrets are finally revealed? Will the new bonds of friendship and love that develop at Hogwarts create the saviours that are needed?

Disclaimer: All canon/original characters, plot line and rights belong to the author J.K. Rowling. Non-canon events and characters belong to me. I am not making a profit from posting this story. Some of the characters may be OOC and the plot is a mixture of both canon and non-canon with some of the main events from Rowling happening differently to canon.

Updated: 19/09/18


Page count: 14


Hogwarts - Tuesday 3rd September 1991

She was woken at early in the morning by the girls she shared a dorm with, trying to get through her curtains, but they eventually gave up when her watch read three in the morning and she fell back asleep, until she was awoken by the girls again not longer after five in the morning, trying to get into her trunk. They gave up twenty minutes later and Hermione waited for them to fall back to sleep.

Once their breathing had evened out, Hermione got out of bed, collected her wash kit and a clean uniform and she went to do her daily routine of brushing her teeth and showering in the bathroom. As she had received her class schedule the day before she knew which books were required for the day, so she packed her satchel with what she needed for the day.

She left for the common room to find it empty. She didn't know what to do. She promised the boys she would wake them up but she wanted them to sleep. Deciding that the boys would be less than happy that she broke her promise to them she made her way up the boys' staircase and towards the third year boys' dorm room. And after climbing the stairs and stopping at the correct door she knocked. She could hear snoring coming from behind the door so she knocked again. No answer. She opened the door cautiously.

She walked in and shut the door quietly behind her, seeing the room to be bigger than her own dorm. There was the biggest cauldron she had ever seen in one corner of the room, with three desks that could seat two people joined together but they could be pulled apart if needs be and a couple of feet away from the desks were two wardrobes. On the other side of the room were three double poster beds with red thick curtains; red and gold bedding with the Gryffindor crest on the centre and each bed had a bedside table.

On the side of the bed closest to the bathroom door there was a set of chest drawers and on the wall in-between the door and cauldron, there was another set of chest drawers. When she looked to her left from where she stood by the bedroom door, there was a fireplace built into the wall and on the back of the door there was a mirror.

Hermione looked over to the beds with the curtains drawn open and she saw three sleeping boys, two sprawled on their stomachs and George was half hanging off the edge of his bed, his head almost touching the floor. Lee was on the left being closest to the bathroom, Fred was in the middle and George was on the right closest to the door. She chuckled and walked over to Fred, she shook his shoulder gently until he groggily opened his eyes. She looked at him and smiled.

"What time is it?" he asked sleepily.

"Around six-thirty," she responded.

"Why are you up so early?"

"I didn't get much sleep."

At her words he shot up, almost falling out of bed in the process. He looked over to see his twin half hanging off the bed and then looked to his left and saw Lee snuggled into his blanket.

"Why? What happened?" he asked anxiously.

Hermione just shook her head.

"Anyway, you made me promise to wake you up if you weren't in the common room when I came down and I always keep my promises."

Fred looked at her; he would get her to tell him at breakfast, but first...

"How did you get in here?" he asked, looking at her strangely, knowing the wards on the staircase prevented girls from walking up them, and the same with boys on the girls' staircase.

"What do you mean?" she frowned. "I walked up the stairs until I found your room, why? Should I not have done that?"

"You didn't find a spell or cast a charm before coming here?" he questioned.

"No, why would I need to do that?" she asked confused.

'Very strange,' Fred thought. "No reason," he said innocently, making a note to tell both Lee and George later.

"Alright then, I'll wake the other two up and you can get ready."

He nodded and headed to the bathroom.

She walked over to George and pushed his hair out of his eyes and he smiled and opened his eyes.

"What time is it?"

"Time for you to get up and get ready. Go on, move it."

"Alright, I'm going. Bossy Witch," George mumbled, before climbing out of bed and he went into the bathroom. Hermione just giggled at him.

"Okay, two down, one to go," she said to the almost empty room.

She walked over to Lee and called his name.

"Lee, it's time to get up now," she said with a smile, he opened one eye and looked at her.

"You better have a good excuse for waking me up, Love," he grumbled.

"You made me promise to wake you up if you weren't in the common room when I came down."

"Yes, but why are you up so early?" Lee asked and Hermione shrugged.

"I didn't get much sleep."

Lee replicated Fred's reaction. "What? Why didn't you get much sleep?"

Hermione just shook her head as she did before and she sent Lee off to the bathroom. Hermione then proceeded to make their beds, get the boys clean uniforms to wear and placed them on their beds. Then she found their bags and placed the required text books and stationary needed into them. She had learned their schedule the night before -and they had learnt hers- so she was able to do this for them.

When the boys all came out of the bathroom she went to leave and wait for them in the common room but Fred just pushed her onto his bed and drew the curtains so she couldn't see anything. The curtains where opened when the boys were half dressed with only their trousers on. Hermione smoothed the wrinkles out of Fred's bed; she tied their ties and sorted out the twins' hair. When they were ready to leave she handed the boys their bags and they kissed her on the cheek in thanks and they gave her a wide grin.

It still wasn't time for breakfast but the boys wanted to show her something. They dragged her out of the common room and through the portal. Fred and George each had one of her hands in theirs and Lee had his hands on her shoulders, as they guided her through the halls.

"Where are we going?" she finally asked.

"We want to show you something?" replied Lee.

"And what pray tell, do you want to show me?"

"Well it's more of a someone than a something," Fred put into the conversation.

"And who is it you want to show me?"

"We want you to meet a fellow prankster here at Hogwarts," George spoke up and she laughed at their enthusiasm.

They had finally found what they were looking for on the second floor.

"PEEVES!" bellowed Fred, George and Lee simultaneous.

Just when Hermione thought her boys had lost their minds, a ghost flew around the corner and stopped in front of them. Peeves began squealing in delight.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? Planning mischief are we? Tut, tut, tut," Peeves spoke, wagging his finger at them and then he burst into laughter.

Hermione had noticed that the boys looked amused since the arrival of Peeves. When Peeves noticed Hermione he turned opaque.

'Odd,' Hermione thought. 'It's almost as if he's... blushing?'

Hermione smiled kindly at the ghost. "Hi Peeves, I'm Hermione."

"Peeves, we want you to meet the newest member of the Hogwarts pranksters. She's amazing, she's already helped us pull two pranks since arriving and thanks to her we're ahead of schedule," Lee said and Peeves looked impressed.

"And when she was in her muggle school, -" Fred spoke.

"- She pulled pranks all the time, -" stated George.

"- And she never got caught, Peeves," the twins finished together. Peeves looked as though he was in love with Hermione after hearing that. His eyes turned all puppy dog like and his smile grew wider.

"Well, Peeves, we better get to breakfast before Ron eats all the bacon and the boys try to kill him," Hermione said with a smile and the boys chuckled at her statement.

"It was an honor to meet you Peeves and I will see you later," when she said this his smile grew even wider, if it were possible. They began to walk towards the great hall when Hermione turned around and waved to Peeves.

They made it to breakfast in time to get some bacon as Ron had not yet arrived. They sat and there wasn't enough space for all of them, Hermione was placed on Fred's lap with her legs on George's lap and her feet on Lee's, and once again, her attempts of persuading them to allow her to sit elsewhere when unheard.

This was beginning to become a routine now so they thought nothing of it until Hermione got the glares and sneers she had been expecting from the girls of Gryffindor. The boys were livid and Hermione pretended not to notice the looks she was receiving. But to be honest, you had to be an idiot to not notice that for some reason, the entire female population of Hogwarts with the exception of the professors hated her.

She gathered the plates and made the boys their breakfasts with them watching her in awe. If they weren't already smiling they would've been now. She made a plate of their breakfasts how she observed them doing it yesterday morning, and the boys filled a bowl with apple, banana, grapes, blueberries and strawberries and filled a glass of orange juice for her and she beamed at them.

They finished eating and left the hall so they could have a slow walk towards Hermione's first class. Hermione's class schedule for today was:

Tuesday

7:30 – Breakfast

9:00 – Defence Against the Dark Arts, Professor Quirrell, Gryffindors

10:30 – History of Magic, Professor Binns, Gryffindors

12:00 – Lunch

1:00 – Transfiguration, Professor McGonagall, Gryffindors

3:00 – Potions, Professor Snape, Gryffindors & Slytherins

4:00 – END of classes

5:00 – Dinner

"Boys, can I ask you something?" she asked.

"Yeah," Fred said.

"Of course," George spoke.

"Always," Lee finished and they all smiled at her and she returned the gesture.

"Well you know the Privacy Charm you put on my trunk?" she waited for them to nod and carried on. "How long does it last? And can it be broken?"

"Well it's not a permanent charm but it should last a couple of weeks. But the length of time that the charm lasts for can be weakened if someone continues to try and break through it, it will eventually be broken and it will have to be replaced," explained Lee.

"Why?" George asked.

"Well it's just that yesterday I noticed that the Privacy Charm on my trunk had been set off twice and it was set off once this morning. I just wanted to know how effective it was."

The boys all shared an anxious look at hearing this news from her.

"Love, is this why you were up early this morning?" Lee asked.

"Yes, the girls were trying to get passed the curtains on my bed again, they later tried to get into my trunk and when they went back to sleep, that's when I finally got up."

The boys were furious, she could tell by the teeth gritting and fist clenching.

"Princess, do you want to put your trunk in our room?" asked George.

"Are you sure? You don't mind having my stuff in there?"

"It's okay, Love, we don't mind in the least," said Lee.

"Yeah, after all, we have the space and you'll just have to spend more time with us," spoke Fred. Hermione chuckled at them.

They left her at her defence against the dark arts class and she entered the room, the layout to the room was similar to that of history of magic, with ten desks in rows of two. Hermione took a seat in the front row and removed her things and she took out her book, The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble, and she waited for the other students and the professor to enter the room. When the students had filed in and taken their seats Professor Quirrell entered from his office and stood at the front of the class. He gave an introduction of the subject to the class as well as what they would be learning for that year.

Professor Quirrell was a strange man; he wore purple robes and something on his head which resembled a turban, but somehow she doubted he was a religious man. Did they even have religion in the Wizarding World?

He was average height and he had a stutter. He seemed nervous and he didn't stay in one place for too long, constantly moving around the classroom. The course for the year was separated into sections; dark creatures and spells. The dark creatures that were on the first year curriculum included: Curing Werewolf bites, Gnomes, Doxies, Snails, Imps, Bowtruckles, Ghosts, Gargoyles, Hags, Fire Crabs and Gytrashes. The spells that they would be learning that year included: Curse of the Bogies, Knockback Jinx, Vermillious, Verdimilllious, Wand-Lighting Charm, Smokescreen Spell, Green Sparks, Red Sparks and Periculum.

Hermione took her notes and the class was dismissed. She avoided Ron, especially after last night's prank as he didn't look too happy about it. Lee was waiting for her and walked with her to her next class of history of magic.

Her history of magic class was the same as her previous one, with the students falling asleep in rather awkward positions that possible couldn't be comfortable and Hermione listening with rapt attention and taking her notes like her life depended on it.

She left the class room and her boys were waiting for her and they walked to the great hall for lunch. Hermione sat beside Lee and opposite the twins.

"Hey, Love, when do you want us to move your trunk into our room?" Lee asked.

"It's up to you boys, it's your room."

"Right, well then we'll do it after dinner tonight," spoke George and the others nodded in agreement.

Hermione was escorted to her next class of transfiguration and she waved bye to the boys before entering the classroom. This classroom had twenty single desks in rows of five, Hermione took what was quickly becoming her regular seat in all of her lessons and removed her belongings from her bag and placed them on her desk along with her book, A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch.

Professor McGonagall entered the room wearing her black robes, witch's hat and her hair in a tight bun.

"Good afternoon, Miss. Granger."

"Good afternoon, Professor."

"How are you finding your lessons?"

"They're quite fascinating, Professor, honestly I don't know how I'm going to have time to read all the books in the library but I can't wait to be finally learning magic after waiting for eleven years. It feels amazing!" Hermione answered smiling.

Professor McGonagall chuckled at her enthusiasm.

The class began to file in and they took their seats and Professor McGonagall gave the introductions to the course. This year they would be focusing on: the transfiguration alphabet, turning a desk into a pig (theory), turning a match into a needle, turning mice into snuffboxes, turning small creatures in matchboxes, the switching spell and the avifors spell. Hermione had her parchment filled with notes and when the class was excused she placed her things into her satchel and made her way to George who walked her to her potions class.

"Now, Princess, don't you worry about Snape not liking you."

"Why?"

"Snape doesn't like anyone, especially us Gryffindor folk." Hermione chuckled at his reply. "And don't worry about his insults either, depending on who they're aimed at, they can be rather funny at times and watch out for the look."

"What look?"

"Don't worry; you will know it when you see it."

"Well, we'll meet you at the common room because our lessons don't finish until four-thirty."

"Okay, George, I'll see you later."

"Bye, Princess," George kissed her forehead and left. When she turned around and entered the potions class room, she saw the girls in the room both Gryffindor and Slytherin glaring at her.

The work benches were set out into rows of three and there were six work benches in total which were separated by aisles that allowed for easy movement around the room. Each work bench seated four people. She walked over to the a work bench at the front right side of the room and sat down removing her belongings and her book, Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger. Unfortunately for Hermione, Lavender Brown and the rest of her dorm mates decided to sit next to her.

When Professor Snape walked into the room his black robes billowed behind him. It was rather impressive and it reminded her of a bat. The entire class jumped when he slammed the door shut. He had very pale with greasy hair that fell between his chin and his shoulders and he had hooked nose.

He began the introduction and Hermione began to take notes copiously. Professor Snape was talking about brewing glory, bottling fame and putting a stopper in death but Hermione was too busy with her focus on the parchment writing that she didn't notice the looks she was receiving from the girls and particularly Ron. But Professor Snape did,

'Hmmm, interesting,' he thought to himself.

The course matter for the year included: Aconite, Bezoars, some basic details on preparation of the Draught of the Living Death (such as what would be created if powdered root of asphodel was added to an Infusion of Wormwood, and the difference between Monkshood and Wolfbane), Types of Cauldrons, Types of Vials, Cure for Boils, Forgetfulness Potion, Antidote to Common Potions, Herbicide Potion, Wideye Potion, Wiggenwood Potion, Collecting the ingredients for Wiggenwood Potion, The twelve uses of dragon blood, Potion Ingredients such as: Moly, Dittany, Flobberworm Mucus, Wiggentree bark, Asphodel, Puffapod spores and Moondew.

With the lesson only being an hour long they only managed to get the introduction to the lesson completed but she did get her first piece of homework that was due for their next potion lesson on Friday. She had to write an eight inch essay about a potion of her choice that included: why they would want to brew it, what are the uses for it, the ingredients needed and the properties of the potion and a step by step guide on how it should be correctly brewed. Hermione was ecstatic and she had already begun planning it out in her head. Hermione had indeed seen the look that George was talking about earlier. If was a cross between a glare and looking at someone as though they were an idiot, Ron had received it on more than one occasion in the last hour and it made her silently chuckle to herself.

She packed her belongings away and left the classroom and made her way through the dungeons to the Gryffindor common room. If she hurried she could put her stuff back in her trunk before the boys move it to their room. Before she managed to exit the dungeons she was pushed roughly into the brick wall, where she caught her palms and scratched them and then proceeded to fall to the floor, cutting her right elbow as she landed on it. She looked up and saw Lavender Brown and the other girls from her dorm standing over her and looking down at her menacingly. The scratches on her right elbow and her palms were bleeding and stinging.

"What was that for, Lavender?" Hermione asked, as she got up from the ground and brushed her robes down, getting blood all over them.

"Because you're an ugly whore with bushy hair and buckteeth," she responded cruelly and the other girls laughed.

Hermione was confused; she honestly didn't understand why they hated her so much, so hadn't done anything to upset them. She just sighed, picked up her school bag and turned to leave when she hit into something and fell back onto the ground landing on her bum.

It wasn't something, but someone. It was Ron and he was glaring down at her.

"What was that for?" Hermione said with irritation in her voice.

"That was for last night," Ron said with a dark tone to his voice, she was slightly scared now.

"The prank? But Fred, George and Lee were also a part of it. I tried to talk them out of it but they said you'd be fine with it as you're used to them pranking you."

"Yeah, but they're my brothers, you're a freak," Ron spat out.

Hermione grabbed her bag, got up from the floor and ran all the way back to the common room and to her room. She threw everything in her trunk, took off her cloak and put it on her bed and took out the antiseptic wipes and plasters, before going into the bathroom and sorting her injuries out before the boys could see them. Her bum felt sore from where she had hit the floor the second time and it would probably bruise.

When she returned from the bathroom she went down to the common room and saw her boys waiting for her.

"Hey, Princess, are you ready?" George asked her.

"Yes, what do I do?"

"Go to your room and shout for Bopsy and he will know what to do next and then meet us in our room," replied Fred, sending a look to Lee and George that she didn't understand.

"Okay," she replied and she made her way to her room and called for Bopsy.

"Bopsy."

She was skeptical about why they wanted her to call for Bopsy and how he would hear her but as soon as she had finished speaking, the little house-elf appeared in front of her and she jumped.

"What can Bopsy dos for yous Misses 'Mione."

Hermione smiled at him. "Hello Bopsy, I was wondering if you could help me move my trunk please."

"Yes, yes of course Misses 'Mione wheres would yous like it?" the house-elf exclaimed excitedly.

"Can you take it to Fred's, George's and Lee's dorm room please, Bopsy?"

Bopsy snapped his fingers and her trunk disappeared. Hermione blinked at the empty space and then gave the house-elf a big smile once she shook herself out of the shock.

"Is there bes anythings else Bopsy can help yous with Misses ;Mione?" Bopsy asked.

"No, I'm alright. Thank you, Bopsy, I couldn't have done it without your help. You're a brilliant friend."

Hermione bent down and gave the little house-elf a hug and when she pulled back she noticed that Bopsy was crying, before Hermione could question him he disappeared.

Hermione walked out of her room, through the common room and up to the boys' room. She knocked on the door and George opened the door and let her in closing the door behind her, with Fred mouthing the words, "I told you so," to both him and Lee, as they looked at Hermione surprised. How had she gotten past the wards?

"Hey, Georgie."

"Hey Princess."

"Hi, Lee, hi, Freddie." Fred raised an eyebrow at her.

"Hello, Love," replied Lee.

"Freddie? Really?" asked Fred.

"Yes, it makes you sound cute and cuddly, like a teddy bear," Hermione said with a shrug of her shoulders.

"Hey! I am cute and cuddly!" he said pouting, Hermione just stared at him dumbly and Lee and George chuckled at the two of them.

"Anyway, did my trunk get here?" Hermione said and the boys nodded, they pointed to an empty corner of the room in which her trunk now resided in. "You could have told me what would happen when I called Bopsy's name, you know? I almost had a heart attack."

The boys laughed at her. "We thought we'd let you figure it out for yourself," Lee said through chuckles.

"Well, thank you boys; I'll just have to show you my appreciation for that then, won't I?" Hermione said with a sweet smile.

The boys laughter stopped, when they looked at her they shared a nervous laugh and then gulped so loud, Hermione could hear it from the other side of the room. Her mouth twitched into a smirk.

"Anyway, speaking of Bopsy, why did he start crying when I said he was a good friend and when I hugged him? I didn't hurt his feelings did I? Please tell me I didn't physically hurt him? Oh Merlin, I'm a bad person," Hermione began to panic.

"Whoa, calm down, -" spoke Fred.

"- We promise that you didn't hurt him in anyway, Princess. -" George followed.

"- In fact you made him really happy, that's why he was crying. -"

"- Yeah, house elves don't tend to get a lot of affection; they're treated rather badly by most wizarding folk. The fact that you treated him with kindness, called him your friend and willingly hugged him made the little guy incredibly happy, -" said George.

"- Bopsy will probably do anything for you now, without you even having to ask."

"So no, you're not a bad person," Lee said and Hermione nodded and took a deep breath and the boys smiled at her after hearing what had happened between her and Bopsy.

"Right. Okay. Got it, I'm not a bad person," she mumbled to herself.

"Hermione? What happened to your hands?" asked George with narrowed eyes.

"And why is there dried blood on your robes?" Fred asked with a frown.

Hermione stiffened and mentally cursed, she was going to have to lie; she didn't want to tell them what had happened with their brother and the girls in the dungeons for fear of their reactions.

"When I was walking out of the dungeons I tripped on one of the stone bricks in the floor and sent myself flying into the wall, scraping my palms and then I fell onto the floor cutting my right elbow in the process. I must've wiped my hands on my robes. I cleaned them and put the plasters on," she said with a shrug, the boys looked like they didn't believe a word she was saying but they let it go for now.

"Hey, Georgie, I saw the look," Hermione changed the subject.

"You did? It's funny right?" asked George.

"Yes, I had restrain myself from laughing, especially since Ron was on the receiving end of it on more than one occasion," she replied and they laughed.

"Which look did he get?" asked Lee.

"There's more than one?" Hermione asked with a raised eyebrow.

"There's a few," Fred nodded. "Which one was it that Ronnikins received?"

"I would say it was a mixture of a glare, looking at someone as though they are an idiot, and with a hint of longing to kill him." They laughed at the visual Hermione had described.

"Oh, I forgot to put my cloak in my trunk, it's in my room, I'll just go and get it. I'll be right back."

"Alright, don't bother knocking, just come in," Fred said, once again sharing a look with George and Lee and Hermione nodded in response.

Hermione left the boys' room and went back to her own to retrieve her cloak.

"Oh, look at this, the Muggleborn Swot has returned from whoring it around," sneered Lavender upon her appearance in her dorm room.

Hermione ignored her, grabbed her cloak and walked out of the room closing the door behind her. Walking towards the boys' room Hermione noticed that her cloak didn't feel right. She stopped and held it out in front of her, getting a better view.

She gasped and felt tears pricking in her eyes. The cloaked looked as though it had gone ten rounds with a lion. It was all ripped and clawed to pieces and Hermione didn't want the boys to see it. She did the only thing she could think of doing.

"Bopsy," she called and the house-elf appeared.

"What can Bopsy bes helping Misses 'Mione with?"

"Bopsy, can you repair clothing?" Hermione asked desperately and Bopsy nodded enthusiastically. "Can you please repair my cloak for me?" Hermione asked, holding out the item of clothing for Bopsy to examine. Bopsy's face fell and all his excitement vanished.

"Bopsy is sorry Misses 'Mione, but Bopsy is nots able to fix this. Its bes too badly cuts up."

Hermione nodded in understanding and reassured Bopsy that she wasn't mad at him and hugged the house-elf before he went back to his chores.

Hermione took a deep breath, 'how am I going to explain this one?' Hermione thought to herself. Then she opened the door, walked into the room and closed the door behind her. She quickly made her way to her trunk to try and hide the damaged item of clothing but she was stopped by Lee.

"What's wrong, Love?" he asked, after they noticed her crest fallen face. Hermione put on a fake smile.

"Nothing, I'm fine."

"See we don't believe that," said George.

"What are you hiding behind your back?" asked Fred.

"Nothing."

When she received a look of disbelief she dashed for her trunk, but the boys caught her before she could make it.

'Damn those Quidditch reflexes,' Hermione thought.

George grabbed the article of clothing from her and held it up for the others to see.

"What's this, Princess?" George asked, a perplexed frown on his face as his eyes swept over the fabric held in his hands.

'So much for not telling them,' she grumbled to herself. She took a deep breath before she answered.

"My cloak," she answered.

"What happened to it?" Lee asked with a look of anger beginning to creep into his eyes.

"I'm pretty sure that it was an accident, I think one of my dorm mates has a cat and it must've gotten on my bed, and well, clawed it a little," Hermione said, gesturing towards the former cloak.

"Clawed it a little? Clawed it a little? Spitfire, it looks as though it's been placed in a shredder," Fred exclaimed, Hermione shrugged.

"It doesn't really matter what happened since I wasn't there, I just found it in that state. I'll order a new one as soon as I can. Now, what are you guys doing?"

"We're working on something for a prank," spoke George, getting the feeling that Hermione didn't want to talk about the cloak anymore.

"Okay, well I'm going to go to the library and get some studying done; I've got an essay to write," she stated.

"Who gave you an essay on your second day?" asked Lee with a raised eyebrow.

"Professor Snape," she responded.

"Of course he did," they said in sync, whilst rolling their eyes.

Hermione grabbed her bag, made sure she had her parchment, quills and ink pots. She kissed her boys on their cheeks before leaving for the library.

Upon arrival at the library Hermione made her way towards the back of room and found herself a quiet little nook with a small table and she placed her bag on the table before heading to find the relevant potions book she needed. She returned to her table to start her essay. Forty minutes later she had completed her essay which she based on a Wit-Sharpening Potion. She thought that Professor Snape would approve of her choice and explanation.

She put her things away and went to find a book on enhanced spells and charms. She needed something to get the boys back for what happened with Bopsy. She returned to her seat and began reading. Whilst reading she found a section on Glamour Charms, which she thought might come in useful, especially with all of these "accidents" that had been happening lately. Hermione checked out the book with Madam Pince and headed back to the common room before curfew.

She went up stairs to the boys' room and walked in. They were all stood over a cauldron and the twins' hair was sticking up at odd angles. She burst out laughing. They turned around and looked at her with confused looks, so Hermione moved away from the door so the twins could see themselves in the mirror on the back of the door. They shared startled looks before they too burst out laughing.

She sat on Fred's bed leaning her back against the headboard and resting the enhanced book of spells and charms on her propped up knees. They chatted casually whilst they worked at the cauldron and Hermione read her book.

It was beginning to get late and Hermione decided to go to bed so she said goodnight to her boys, they kissed her on her cheek and she left to her own dorm room. She put the pajamas she had on the night before on before heading to the bathroom to brush her teeth. She climbed into bed shutting the curtains, and touching her wand to the knot in the bed post before continuing from where she left off in the book. She spent most of the night practicing Glamour Charms and the spell she wanted to use for pranking the boys. She even ignored the sounds of her roommates trying to terrorize her for the third night in a row.

She finally went to sleep when she had perfected the charms and spells. She was rather excited that she'd managed to perfect a few spells and charms that she wasn't supposed to learn until possibly fourth and sixth year.