Forgetting
PG-13, J.K. Rowling's.
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Harry sat on his bed in Ron's room, his head in his hands, feeling sorry for himself. The one thing he needed right now was peace and quiet, thank goodness Ron and Hermione were still ou…
"What on earth were you doing, Harry, have you gone mad?!?!" The door slammed open and Hermione strode in, looking like someone had stolen her last Rolo. Harry cowered. Ron sneaked in behind Hermione, trying to calm her down. Eventually he succeeded by telling her that if she didn't shut up she'd disturb Percy, conveniently forgetting to mention that Percy was in the office. When she got quieter, she seemed to get more reasonable too.
"Mind you…" she pondered, "He is quite good looking.."
"Hermione!!!!" shrieked Ron, all concern for the absent Percy forgotten. Harry grinned, despair momentarily forgotten, until Ron turned on him. "So?" Harry's despair returned, bringing souvenirs from its short holiday.
"I called to tell him I needed to see him, and then went round. In my normal body. He was.." Harry paused, wondering how to sum up Draco's expression. "He didn't take it well. He ran away and slammed the door." Hermione sat down next to him and put her arm around his shoulders.
"I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't realise how much you liked him!" Harry tried to protest, but in vain. "Oh come on, Harry, it's obvious you like him more than you're letting on, but you should try to get over him. You never know, Percy might have broken up with that girl…" Harry looked at Ron, who was whistling innocently.
"Ron, did you..?" he started, unfortunately again being cut off by the door slamming open. The three already in the room stared with open mouths at what now stood in the door. It had one body, but four arms, four legs and two identical, freckled heads with wild red hair. FredGeorge edged into the room and unsuccessfully tried to sit down on the bed, sliding off and ending in a heap on the floor. Harry caught Ron's eye and they both spluttered loudly, roaring with laughter. Only Hermione remained sensible.
"What in the world has happened to you two?" she asked, with only the merest hint of a giggle.
"We had a bit of an accident!" explained George. "Something blew up in our faces! Only don't tell Mum, or she'll kill us!" Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"How much of you has been combined?" she asked patiently.
"Look at us!" screeched Fred. Hermione giggled and blushed slightly.
"I didn't mean the.. visible bits!" she muttered, setting Ron and Harry off again. FredGeorge blushed.
"I don't know," replied Fred, "we haven't checked. And you're not going to either!" he added hastily, seeing Hermione open her mouth.
"I wasn't going to say that!" she said disapprovingly. "Just a minute," she added, running out the door. A moment later, she returned with a book, and, to FredGeorge's disappointment, Ginny, who promptly joined Ron and Harry in wetting themselves on Harry's bed. Hermione settled down on the floor with the enormous book settled on her lap. FredGeorge tried to look menacing, as they weren't used to being the victims of laughter, which only extracted more giggles. Eventually, they gave up and stayed, twisted uncomfortably, on the floor. After a few minutes Hermione lifted her head, opened her mouth, then remembered Fred and George's secret anti-magic- detector and got her wand out from inside her robes.
"Exploditus finite!" she said triumphantly, with an extravagant wave of her wand. A cloud of blue smoke enveloped FredGeorge, who started choking. With a loud bang, Fred rolled off George and started to brush himself off.
"Great! Thanks, Hermione!" George said, and was echoed by Fred. Settling themselves on the floor, they tried to resume their normal status. "So, what's happened?" Ron eagerly retold the story of Harry's unfortunate encounters, taking twice as long, due to Hermione's continuous interruptions. When he had finished, Harry was bright red and Fred, George and Ginny were sitting with open mouths. Nobody said anything for a moment, not including Ginny's comment of 'You lucky sod!'
"I know just how to cheer you up!" said Fred, bouncing up off the floor and towards the phone with an evil grin.
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Bring bring.
"Hello?"
"Is Mr Rotch there? Oh, everybody calls him Mike, that's his first name."
"Are you sure you have the right department?"
"Positive. You do know all your colleagues, don't you?"
"Oh yes, of course!!"
Percy leaned over the desk towards one of his co-workers, still holding the phone against his ear.
"Excuse me? Have you seen Mike Rotch today?"
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Hehehe. I got that prank call from 'The Simpsons'. Poor Percy, I like him really! If you don't get it, say the last sentence out loud. Hmm. No Draco in this chapter. Tragic!
PG-13, J.K. Rowling's.
Thanks for all the reviews!! They're lovely!! Not one flame!! If you haven't reviewed yet, feel guilty!! Mind you, you might want to read the chapter first…
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Harry sat on his bed in Ron's room, his head in his hands, feeling sorry for himself. The one thing he needed right now was peace and quiet, thank goodness Ron and Hermione were still ou…
"What on earth were you doing, Harry, have you gone mad?!?!" The door slammed open and Hermione strode in, looking like someone had stolen her last Rolo. Harry cowered. Ron sneaked in behind Hermione, trying to calm her down. Eventually he succeeded by telling her that if she didn't shut up she'd disturb Percy, conveniently forgetting to mention that Percy was in the office. When she got quieter, she seemed to get more reasonable too.
"Mind you…" she pondered, "He is quite good looking.."
"Hermione!!!!" shrieked Ron, all concern for the absent Percy forgotten. Harry grinned, despair momentarily forgotten, until Ron turned on him. "So?" Harry's despair returned, bringing souvenirs from its short holiday.
"I called to tell him I needed to see him, and then went round. In my normal body. He was.." Harry paused, wondering how to sum up Draco's expression. "He didn't take it well. He ran away and slammed the door." Hermione sat down next to him and put her arm around his shoulders.
"I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't realise how much you liked him!" Harry tried to protest, but in vain. "Oh come on, Harry, it's obvious you like him more than you're letting on, but you should try to get over him. You never know, Percy might have broken up with that girl…" Harry looked at Ron, who was whistling innocently.
"Ron, did you..?" he started, unfortunately again being cut off by the door slamming open. The three already in the room stared with open mouths at what now stood in the door. It had one body, but four arms, four legs and two identical, freckled heads with wild red hair. FredGeorge edged into the room and unsuccessfully tried to sit down on the bed, sliding off and ending in a heap on the floor. Harry caught Ron's eye and they both spluttered loudly, roaring with laughter. Only Hermione remained sensible.
"What in the world has happened to you two?" she asked, with only the merest hint of a giggle.
"We had a bit of an accident!" explained George. "Something blew up in our faces! Only don't tell Mum, or she'll kill us!" Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"How much of you has been combined?" she asked patiently.
"Look at us!" screeched Fred. Hermione giggled and blushed slightly.
"I didn't mean the.. visible bits!" she muttered, setting Ron and Harry off again. FredGeorge blushed.
"I don't know," replied Fred, "we haven't checked. And you're not going to either!" he added hastily, seeing Hermione open her mouth.
"I wasn't going to say that!" she said disapprovingly. "Just a minute," she added, running out the door. A moment later, she returned with a book, and, to FredGeorge's disappointment, Ginny, who promptly joined Ron and Harry in wetting themselves on Harry's bed. Hermione settled down on the floor with the enormous book settled on her lap. FredGeorge tried to look menacing, as they weren't used to being the victims of laughter, which only extracted more giggles. Eventually, they gave up and stayed, twisted uncomfortably, on the floor. After a few minutes Hermione lifted her head, opened her mouth, then remembered Fred and George's secret anti-magic- detector and got her wand out from inside her robes.
"Exploditus finite!" she said triumphantly, with an extravagant wave of her wand. A cloud of blue smoke enveloped FredGeorge, who started choking. With a loud bang, Fred rolled off George and started to brush himself off.
"Great! Thanks, Hermione!" George said, and was echoed by Fred. Settling themselves on the floor, they tried to resume their normal status. "So, what's happened?" Ron eagerly retold the story of Harry's unfortunate encounters, taking twice as long, due to Hermione's continuous interruptions. When he had finished, Harry was bright red and Fred, George and Ginny were sitting with open mouths. Nobody said anything for a moment, not including Ginny's comment of 'You lucky sod!'
"I know just how to cheer you up!" said Fred, bouncing up off the floor and towards the phone with an evil grin.
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Bring bring.
"Hello?"
"Is Mr Rotch there? Oh, everybody calls him Mike, that's his first name."
"Are you sure you have the right department?"
"Positive. You do know all your colleagues, don't you?"
"Oh yes, of course!!"
Percy leaned over the desk towards one of his co-workers, still holding the phone against his ear.
"Excuse me? Have you seen Mike Rotch today?"
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Hehehe. I got that prank call from 'The Simpsons'. Poor Percy, I like him really! If you don't get it, say the last sentence out loud. Hmm. No Draco in this chapter. Tragic!