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Hermione strolled into McGonagall's room around 7 that evening. After Care of Magical Creatures, she had a pretty uneventful day, except when Neville's cauldron exploded and covered both Crabbe and Goyle with pink noses and purple eyes. When they started crying like babies, they had snot and tears running down from all parts of their bodies. It was disgusting, but for the third time that day, Gryffindor had been laughing their heads off. Goyle and Crabbe had to go join Malfoy in the hospital wing. Neville had been beaming with pride. Hermione started chuckling herself as she walked through the door.
"Hermione?" she heard a voice incredulously say from behind her.
Hermione turned to find Professor McGonagall staring at her.
"Yes, Professor McGonagall?" Hermione asked sweetly.
"Do you have a message for me?"
"No, I'm here for detention," Hermione replied.
"You are?" Professor McGonagall checked her list. "Let's see, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, and Hermione Granger?"
"Yep!"
"Why did you get detention?"
"I turned Malfoy into a cute little bunny rabbit," Hermione said as though what she had done was innocent. She was glad to hear that Fred and George were going to be in detention with her. That was bound to make it more fun! Her thoughts even went to that kiss that she and George had shared. But that of course had meant nothing, she told herself. Nothing at all!
"Was he bothering you?" McGonagall asked, searching for some reason for her best pupil to get detention.
"Not really," Hermione replied thoughtfully. "I just thought I'd improve his looks a little!"
"Oh. Okay." McGonagall turned away, still slightly confused. But just then Fred and George walked in. "I know why you two are here," she said tiredly. "Don't you ever get tired of bathroom jokes?"
Hermione looked at Fred and George with the same type of look on her face as was on their identical ones. The looks were asking, "Cool! What did you do?"
As they headed toward the front of the room to get told what their detention would be, Hermione whispered, "I turned Malfoy into a sweet little bunny rabbit with not so sweet a personality! What did ya'll do?"
"Oh good one! Draco deserved that! We turned paper into toilet paper and offered it to McGonagall!" George said.
Hermione burst out laughing until Professor McGonagall turned around and gave her a dirty look. She stopped, but still she and the twins made short bursts of laughter every time McGonagall turned her back.
"Harrumph!" she said loudly, which of course made them need to laugh even more. "Now, if you can stop your chuckling long enough to listen, here is your assignment. You have to scrub the entire Great Hall. Without the use of spells!" The professor obviously thought that this was a great punishment, but it was really a great opportunity to do more mischief than ever. Fred, George, and Hermione turned and grinned at each other. McGonagall had obviously missed these grins, so they tried to be depressed.
"The whole Great Hall! Oh, no!" Hermione wailed, trying to sound shocked.
"It'll take days!" Fred played along.
"Years, even!" George exclaimed.
"Not one tiny, itty bitty spell?" Hermione begged.
"No, not one tiny itty bitty spell," Professor McGonagall replied firmly. The three teens marched towards the Great Hall behind the professor, acting like they were going to a carnival. Every time she turned around, however, they looked glum.
Professor McGonagall turned around and faced them when they arrive at the doors of the Great Hall. "Every thing you need is inside. No spells!" She walked away, not really expecting them to obey her, but knowing she'd find the hall clean in the morning anyway.
Hermoine stared after her until she turned a corner, then she turned to the Weasley brothers. "So," she said evily, "what should we do?"
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Hermione and the twins were hard at work that night. Until two am they toiled, though the cleaning only took about a minute with a handy spell Fred knew. They set up traps, messed with candles, and did everything they could think of. Finally, they were so tired that they stretched out on the Gryffindor table (first covering it with cusions, of course).
"So, do you think that they'll all work?" Hermione questioned.
"Well, if one doesn't work, no big deal, I'm sure they other fifty million will!" Fred said.
George was almost asleep. "Yeah, sure, fifty zillion spells, whatever." George's voice trailed off as he finally gave in to sleep.
"No stamina, that guy," Fred said, shaking his head.
Herimone laughed, then yawned herself. "I'll probably follow him soon. We should get going."
"Okay," Fred agreed, taking out his wand again. "We should levitate him and float him in front to his bed."
"Sure."
Hermione and Fred began walking back to the Gryffindor house, alternately yawning and talking sleepily. When they arrived at the Fat Lady, Fred's mind had practically turned to mush. "Chocolate Snoffers. Nickleberry Yawns. Trickle of Bertie Bott's Beans. Nick Nock. Who's There?" He tried again and again to remember the password, but he just couldn't. Hermione was too sleepy to think either. But George saved them both.
"Jaw Breakers," he muttered in his sleep.
"Glad to see one of you has a memory!" the Fat Lady scolded as she swung open. "And don't stay out so late!"
"Hmkay," Fred muttered without really hearing her.
They desposited George on his bed and went back downstairs.
"Well, goodnight," Fred muttered as he stood in front of Hermione.
"Goodnight," Hermione whispered.
Fred inched closer and closer, not quite sure what he was doing. Suddenly, without quite knowing what had happened, he was kissing her. It was amazing, but Hermione wasn't quite sure that this was right. It had felt more electrifying with George. She liked Fred, but was too tired to try and sort out her feelings. They broke off the kiss at the same time.
"Goodnight," she whispered again, and gave him a slight smile before heading up the stairs. Once in her dorm, she flopped on her bed without bothering to change, and fell asleep, with dreams of the two Weasley twins in her head.
You like? You like? You like? I know, all you Fred/Hermione haters, don't worry! Who knows what will happen? (Well, I do, but I'm not going to tell!) just stick with me! More tricks and romance to come! And please please please please please please review! I think I'm completely over my writer's block, definitely a new chapter this weekend!
Hermione strolled into McGonagall's room around 7 that evening. After Care of Magical Creatures, she had a pretty uneventful day, except when Neville's cauldron exploded and covered both Crabbe and Goyle with pink noses and purple eyes. When they started crying like babies, they had snot and tears running down from all parts of their bodies. It was disgusting, but for the third time that day, Gryffindor had been laughing their heads off. Goyle and Crabbe had to go join Malfoy in the hospital wing. Neville had been beaming with pride. Hermione started chuckling herself as she walked through the door.
"Hermione?" she heard a voice incredulously say from behind her.
Hermione turned to find Professor McGonagall staring at her.
"Yes, Professor McGonagall?" Hermione asked sweetly.
"Do you have a message for me?"
"No, I'm here for detention," Hermione replied.
"You are?" Professor McGonagall checked her list. "Let's see, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, and Hermione Granger?"
"Yep!"
"Why did you get detention?"
"I turned Malfoy into a cute little bunny rabbit," Hermione said as though what she had done was innocent. She was glad to hear that Fred and George were going to be in detention with her. That was bound to make it more fun! Her thoughts even went to that kiss that she and George had shared. But that of course had meant nothing, she told herself. Nothing at all!
"Was he bothering you?" McGonagall asked, searching for some reason for her best pupil to get detention.
"Not really," Hermione replied thoughtfully. "I just thought I'd improve his looks a little!"
"Oh. Okay." McGonagall turned away, still slightly confused. But just then Fred and George walked in. "I know why you two are here," she said tiredly. "Don't you ever get tired of bathroom jokes?"
Hermione looked at Fred and George with the same type of look on her face as was on their identical ones. The looks were asking, "Cool! What did you do?"
As they headed toward the front of the room to get told what their detention would be, Hermione whispered, "I turned Malfoy into a sweet little bunny rabbit with not so sweet a personality! What did ya'll do?"
"Oh good one! Draco deserved that! We turned paper into toilet paper and offered it to McGonagall!" George said.
Hermione burst out laughing until Professor McGonagall turned around and gave her a dirty look. She stopped, but still she and the twins made short bursts of laughter every time McGonagall turned her back.
"Harrumph!" she said loudly, which of course made them need to laugh even more. "Now, if you can stop your chuckling long enough to listen, here is your assignment. You have to scrub the entire Great Hall. Without the use of spells!" The professor obviously thought that this was a great punishment, but it was really a great opportunity to do more mischief than ever. Fred, George, and Hermione turned and grinned at each other. McGonagall had obviously missed these grins, so they tried to be depressed.
"The whole Great Hall! Oh, no!" Hermione wailed, trying to sound shocked.
"It'll take days!" Fred played along.
"Years, even!" George exclaimed.
"Not one tiny, itty bitty spell?" Hermione begged.
"No, not one tiny itty bitty spell," Professor McGonagall replied firmly. The three teens marched towards the Great Hall behind the professor, acting like they were going to a carnival. Every time she turned around, however, they looked glum.
Professor McGonagall turned around and faced them when they arrive at the doors of the Great Hall. "Every thing you need is inside. No spells!" She walked away, not really expecting them to obey her, but knowing she'd find the hall clean in the morning anyway.
Hermoine stared after her until she turned a corner, then she turned to the Weasley brothers. "So," she said evily, "what should we do?"
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Hermione and the twins were hard at work that night. Until two am they toiled, though the cleaning only took about a minute with a handy spell Fred knew. They set up traps, messed with candles, and did everything they could think of. Finally, they were so tired that they stretched out on the Gryffindor table (first covering it with cusions, of course).
"So, do you think that they'll all work?" Hermione questioned.
"Well, if one doesn't work, no big deal, I'm sure they other fifty million will!" Fred said.
George was almost asleep. "Yeah, sure, fifty zillion spells, whatever." George's voice trailed off as he finally gave in to sleep.
"No stamina, that guy," Fred said, shaking his head.
Herimone laughed, then yawned herself. "I'll probably follow him soon. We should get going."
"Okay," Fred agreed, taking out his wand again. "We should levitate him and float him in front to his bed."
"Sure."
Hermione and Fred began walking back to the Gryffindor house, alternately yawning and talking sleepily. When they arrived at the Fat Lady, Fred's mind had practically turned to mush. "Chocolate Snoffers. Nickleberry Yawns. Trickle of Bertie Bott's Beans. Nick Nock. Who's There?" He tried again and again to remember the password, but he just couldn't. Hermione was too sleepy to think either. But George saved them both.
"Jaw Breakers," he muttered in his sleep.
"Glad to see one of you has a memory!" the Fat Lady scolded as she swung open. "And don't stay out so late!"
"Hmkay," Fred muttered without really hearing her.
They desposited George on his bed and went back downstairs.
"Well, goodnight," Fred muttered as he stood in front of Hermione.
"Goodnight," Hermione whispered.
Fred inched closer and closer, not quite sure what he was doing. Suddenly, without quite knowing what had happened, he was kissing her. It was amazing, but Hermione wasn't quite sure that this was right. It had felt more electrifying with George. She liked Fred, but was too tired to try and sort out her feelings. They broke off the kiss at the same time.
"Goodnight," she whispered again, and gave him a slight smile before heading up the stairs. Once in her dorm, she flopped on her bed without bothering to change, and fell asleep, with dreams of the two Weasley twins in her head.
You like? You like? You like? I know, all you Fred/Hermione haters, don't worry! Who knows what will happen? (Well, I do, but I'm not going to tell!) just stick with me! More tricks and romance to come! And please please please please please please review! I think I'm completely over my writer's block, definitely a new chapter this weekend!