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Fred and
George Weasley sat down at one of the wooden tables in the common room to
finish their homework. The room was deserted, except for Hermione Granger, who
had fallen asleep trying to finish her homework. She was sprawled out on the
couch, her arm draped over the armrest. Parchment, textbooks, quills, and
inkwells were all over the table next to the couch.
"Why does
Snape give us so much homework?" George grumbled. He thought he heard something
from Hermione's couch, but when he turned around, she was motionless, and still
asleep. "Did you hear something?" He asked Fred.
"Yeah,"
Fred frowned.
"Oh well."
They both looked back at their work.
"Are you
doing the Potions homework?" Fred asked. He whirled around; sure he'd heard
something. Hermione was still asleep.
"Yes. It
was probably someone's cat or something," George answered, also turning.
"This is
getting creepy," Fred said uneasily.
"What did
you need for the Potion's homework?" George brought the subject back to the
homework. There was yet another sound. "Think we should move back to the
dormitory?"
"Maybe
Hermione's just trying to give us a scare. Whatever that sound is, it comes
when we ask questions. Let's move over to the couch and see what happens. She's
probably awake." Fred whispered.
They crept
to beside the couch, and knelt. Hermione appeared to be very deeply asleep.
"What's the
answer to number six?" George said quietly, looking at his piece of parchment
to see which answers he already had.
Hermione's
lips moved so slightly that Fred and George could barely tell the difference.
"Gillyweed." She said quietly.
George
grabbed a book and flipped through it. "I don't believe it! She's right! And
she's never seen the homework!"
"Let's see
if it works all the time." Fred whispered. "What's the incantation to summon
something?" he said louder.
"Accio."
"The
sixteenth president of the United States?"
"Abraham
Lincoln."
"Who does
Ginny Weasley like?"
"Harry Potter."
"Who does
Harry Potter like?"
"Cho Chang,
Ravenclaw."
Fred and
George stared at each other.
"Who does
George Weasley like?" Fred asked.
"Katie
Bell."
"But I
didn't tell anyone!" George said, his eyes widening.
"What's
tomorrow's homework in Potions?"
"An essay
on Polyjuice Potion and it's purpose."
"Accio
Potion Lesson Plan." George said.
A scroll
came zooming in and Fred grabbed it.
"I… don't…
believe… this…" He gasped.
"What the
Weasley family calls the cherry tree in their orchard."
"Big Red."
"No one,
absolutely no one knows that!" George declared. "None of us would
ever tell!"
"This is so
weird!"
Devious
grins began to slowly spread over the twins' faces. "I believe this presents a wonderful
opportunity, brother dear,"
"Definitely."
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