Disclaimer: Harry Potter related things don't belong to me. That includes characters, and Quidditch junk, and other such accutriaments. I believe glow-in-the-dark glue-like-paint-like-substance is my own, though I could be wrong. This fic is for fun, and sueing is hardly fun. Plus, you'd get very little money. It's hardly worth it.
A/N: *climbs from under stack of HW from teachers* okay, I have the update. See? See? I haven't died... Hearts to all my reviewers!!!
Mush and Mess
Hermione was attempting to comb her hair when she heard a knock on the door to the dorm. Overly frustrated with the whole world at this point, she ignored it, still trying to deal with this glue-like-paint-like substance.
"Hermione...?" George asked slowly, opening the door. He spotted her by her mirror, in a clean set of robes, but hair still a mess.
"Hermione, did I do something?"
"No. But you can leave anyway," Hermione said, straining with her brush.
"But, I was worried! What happened?" George sidled up next to her, utterly perplexed. What *had* happened. And what was in her hair? It smelt like a salamander wearing excessive amounts of hair spray. Not at all nice. Hermione watched his face in the mirror. He wouldn't leave if she didn't tell him...
"Okay fine, I'll tell you. Just hold on a second." She went to go dump her brush in the bathroom. It was completely ruined from her attempts to pull it through her hair. When she got back, George was lying across her bed, head in his hands, waiting patiently enough. She sat down next to him, sighing. This would just have to be the way of things.
And then, she just started talking. She told him everything that had happened, every stupid detail, every stubbed toe. Soon enough, she wasn't talking to him so much as to herself.
"...and now everything will be ruined. And I won't be able to do all of my assignments or keep up with class discussions, and they'll study things that I had missed and never learned, and everything else good will go bad too, and then I'll lose y-" Hermione bit her tongue. What had she been about to say?! She could feel her face flushing, quickly matching the color of the Quidditch Quaffle. The glow-in-the-dark paint-like substance reflected the color rosily.
"Is that all? Hermione, I don't know how to say this, but none of that is really due to luck. You work hard for it. So how could this little Malaclaw incident really affect it? And as for this Yeh..." he said, copying her cut off sentence. "I'm sure he can't be with you for no good reason at all." Hermione just couldn't stop herself from crying now. When had George gotten so thoughtful and sincere?
"But things had been so perfect. Now they won't and it'll be the end of us."
"Nah, I'm sure he'd be up for a bit of a challenge. You have to have a bit of risk to have some fun...Now, I just have to figure out who this Yeh is! Not too many people with Y names. Let's see...I've heard tell 'Young' was a guys name, though what kind of parents would do that I've no clue. Would that be a pity type date then? Then there's-" Hermione grabbed her pillow and whacked George's face. This was the George she'd gotten to know, as of recent. But at least she was laughing again. Laughing, that is, until she heard the door open with a slam.
Hermione stood up abruptly, as a thud could be heard elsewhere in the room. All she noticed, though, was Ron standing in the doorway.
"Ron! I ...look we..." she looked down at George for help, but noticed that, suddenly, he wasn't there. She didn't know what to say now.
"Hermione, are you okay? You ran off all of a sudden,.."
"R-Ron! What do you think you're doing, bashing into a girl's dorm!!!"
"But I was -"
"I could have been changing, you know!"
Ron paused, thinking about this now. Part of him was actually thinking about that situation, and it seemed almost disappointed that it hadn't actually happened...wait, no, he was NOT disappointed, he was glad. That would've created a highly embarrassing moment, and, besides, Ron had thoroughly convinced himself that he didn't like Hermione, no matter what Fred kept spewing out.
"I..I'm sorry, I mean...I was...we was, er were...worried...me and Harry that is.....I'll just wait downstairs then..." Ron turned awkwardly back towards the door, trying to keep his face at least two shades lighter than his hair, as 'interesting' thoughts kept running unchecked through his head.
As soon as the door closed, Hermione whipped around.
"George? George, where'd you go?" she hissed, looking around. A groan lead her around to the other side of her bed. George was lying on the ground, rubbing the back of his head.
"You know, I think your floor's harder than ours..." Hermione sighed.
"Okay, that was FAR too close. We need to be more careful."
"Right, and we need painkillers."
"Right, and pa - George! I'm serious!"
"Me too..." George caught Hermione's stern look and decided that now wasn't quite the time. "Alright, so careful. I can do careful."
"George, you can't even get through a Potions class without getting at least three threats of expulsion."
"Ah, but that's Snape. Come now, how can I pass up an opportunity to disrupt his class?"
"George, PLEASE, I'm really serious here! You shouldn't come up here anymore. And I can't go to your dorm, either. Now, look, I have to go downstairs before -" Hermione was cut off as the door flew open yet again. George dropped to the floor with another thud, while Hermione whipped about to face the door.
"Having fun, love birds?" Fred asked, his eyes twinkling with mirth.
"Fred, come here. I have something to give you..." George groaned, pulling himself up onto Hermione's bed.
"Not in that tone. You'll smack me upside the head. I know you George."
"Then you know that you deserve it. It's only proper that I share with my twin. Come, join in my headache."
"Oh stop, BOTH of you." Hermione sighed exasperatedly. "I have to go downstairs before Harry or Ron decides to come up and check on me again." She left the twins there as she left the room. Fred grinned at her retreating figure.
"You two in a little spat then?"
* * * * *
"Hermione! Are you okay then? Look I'm sorry, I guess I didn't think -"
"It's okay, Ron. I probably shouldn't have exploded at you...Harry, what is it?" Harry had been looking at her with the queerest expression.
"Your hair looks like it's in an awful state." Hermione felt the mess that had been her hair not too long ago.
"Yes, well, perhaps Madam Pomphrey will have something to get this out. Did her note say when she'd be back?"
Harry glanced at his watch, then groaned, remembering that it had broken last year at the second task. Instead, he look at the clock on the common room wall.
"If we leave now, we'll probably be there when she gets back."
"Good, let's go then. I want this gunk out of my hair as soon as possible." Ron climbed through the portrait hole, and Hermione went after him. Harry was climbing through, when he heard a noise behind him. Turning to look, he saw Fred come down the staircase of the girls' dorms. Harry had seen him go up, and that was all fine and dandy. But then, Fred came down AGAIN. No, wait, that had to be...George...
But Ron had said that Hermione was alone up there. And only Fred had gone up after Ron...
A number of events suddenly all clicked in Harry Potter's mind, as he connected the dots. And the picture didn't look too happy for Ron.
"Harry, are you coming already?"
"Right, sorry 'Mione." Harry turned back around to join his two friends, planning on talking with Hermione later.
A/N: *climbs from under stack of HW from teachers* okay, I have the update. See? See? I haven't died... Hearts to all my reviewers!!!
Mush and Mess
Hermione was attempting to comb her hair when she heard a knock on the door to the dorm. Overly frustrated with the whole world at this point, she ignored it, still trying to deal with this glue-like-paint-like substance.
"Hermione...?" George asked slowly, opening the door. He spotted her by her mirror, in a clean set of robes, but hair still a mess.
"Hermione, did I do something?"
"No. But you can leave anyway," Hermione said, straining with her brush.
"But, I was worried! What happened?" George sidled up next to her, utterly perplexed. What *had* happened. And what was in her hair? It smelt like a salamander wearing excessive amounts of hair spray. Not at all nice. Hermione watched his face in the mirror. He wouldn't leave if she didn't tell him...
"Okay fine, I'll tell you. Just hold on a second." She went to go dump her brush in the bathroom. It was completely ruined from her attempts to pull it through her hair. When she got back, George was lying across her bed, head in his hands, waiting patiently enough. She sat down next to him, sighing. This would just have to be the way of things.
And then, she just started talking. She told him everything that had happened, every stupid detail, every stubbed toe. Soon enough, she wasn't talking to him so much as to herself.
"...and now everything will be ruined. And I won't be able to do all of my assignments or keep up with class discussions, and they'll study things that I had missed and never learned, and everything else good will go bad too, and then I'll lose y-" Hermione bit her tongue. What had she been about to say?! She could feel her face flushing, quickly matching the color of the Quidditch Quaffle. The glow-in-the-dark paint-like substance reflected the color rosily.
"Is that all? Hermione, I don't know how to say this, but none of that is really due to luck. You work hard for it. So how could this little Malaclaw incident really affect it? And as for this Yeh..." he said, copying her cut off sentence. "I'm sure he can't be with you for no good reason at all." Hermione just couldn't stop herself from crying now. When had George gotten so thoughtful and sincere?
"But things had been so perfect. Now they won't and it'll be the end of us."
"Nah, I'm sure he'd be up for a bit of a challenge. You have to have a bit of risk to have some fun...Now, I just have to figure out who this Yeh is! Not too many people with Y names. Let's see...I've heard tell 'Young' was a guys name, though what kind of parents would do that I've no clue. Would that be a pity type date then? Then there's-" Hermione grabbed her pillow and whacked George's face. This was the George she'd gotten to know, as of recent. But at least she was laughing again. Laughing, that is, until she heard the door open with a slam.
Hermione stood up abruptly, as a thud could be heard elsewhere in the room. All she noticed, though, was Ron standing in the doorway.
"Ron! I ...look we..." she looked down at George for help, but noticed that, suddenly, he wasn't there. She didn't know what to say now.
"Hermione, are you okay? You ran off all of a sudden,.."
"R-Ron! What do you think you're doing, bashing into a girl's dorm!!!"
"But I was -"
"I could have been changing, you know!"
Ron paused, thinking about this now. Part of him was actually thinking about that situation, and it seemed almost disappointed that it hadn't actually happened...wait, no, he was NOT disappointed, he was glad. That would've created a highly embarrassing moment, and, besides, Ron had thoroughly convinced himself that he didn't like Hermione, no matter what Fred kept spewing out.
"I..I'm sorry, I mean...I was...we was, er were...worried...me and Harry that is.....I'll just wait downstairs then..." Ron turned awkwardly back towards the door, trying to keep his face at least two shades lighter than his hair, as 'interesting' thoughts kept running unchecked through his head.
As soon as the door closed, Hermione whipped around.
"George? George, where'd you go?" she hissed, looking around. A groan lead her around to the other side of her bed. George was lying on the ground, rubbing the back of his head.
"You know, I think your floor's harder than ours..." Hermione sighed.
"Okay, that was FAR too close. We need to be more careful."
"Right, and we need painkillers."
"Right, and pa - George! I'm serious!"
"Me too..." George caught Hermione's stern look and decided that now wasn't quite the time. "Alright, so careful. I can do careful."
"George, you can't even get through a Potions class without getting at least three threats of expulsion."
"Ah, but that's Snape. Come now, how can I pass up an opportunity to disrupt his class?"
"George, PLEASE, I'm really serious here! You shouldn't come up here anymore. And I can't go to your dorm, either. Now, look, I have to go downstairs before -" Hermione was cut off as the door flew open yet again. George dropped to the floor with another thud, while Hermione whipped about to face the door.
"Having fun, love birds?" Fred asked, his eyes twinkling with mirth.
"Fred, come here. I have something to give you..." George groaned, pulling himself up onto Hermione's bed.
"Not in that tone. You'll smack me upside the head. I know you George."
"Then you know that you deserve it. It's only proper that I share with my twin. Come, join in my headache."
"Oh stop, BOTH of you." Hermione sighed exasperatedly. "I have to go downstairs before Harry or Ron decides to come up and check on me again." She left the twins there as she left the room. Fred grinned at her retreating figure.
"You two in a little spat then?"
* * * * *
"Hermione! Are you okay then? Look I'm sorry, I guess I didn't think -"
"It's okay, Ron. I probably shouldn't have exploded at you...Harry, what is it?" Harry had been looking at her with the queerest expression.
"Your hair looks like it's in an awful state." Hermione felt the mess that had been her hair not too long ago.
"Yes, well, perhaps Madam Pomphrey will have something to get this out. Did her note say when she'd be back?"
Harry glanced at his watch, then groaned, remembering that it had broken last year at the second task. Instead, he look at the clock on the common room wall.
"If we leave now, we'll probably be there when she gets back."
"Good, let's go then. I want this gunk out of my hair as soon as possible." Ron climbed through the portrait hole, and Hermione went after him. Harry was climbing through, when he heard a noise behind him. Turning to look, he saw Fred come down the staircase of the girls' dorms. Harry had seen him go up, and that was all fine and dandy. But then, Fred came down AGAIN. No, wait, that had to be...George...
But Ron had said that Hermione was alone up there. And only Fred had gone up after Ron...
A number of events suddenly all clicked in Harry Potter's mind, as he connected the dots. And the picture didn't look too happy for Ron.
"Harry, are you coming already?"
"Right, sorry 'Mione." Harry turned back around to join his two friends, planning on talking with Hermione later.