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Recap from Chapter Two: Humming to herself, she [Hermione] wrapped her towel around herself and opened the [bathroom] door. Amid a cloud of steam she emerged...to see two identical, smiling Weasley boys standing before her.
"Good morning, Hermione," they said in unison. (N/A: :::Audience gasps! Heehee.I add my own sound effects, I'm a cheap-o!)
Chapter Three
"What the bloody hell are you doing home?!?!" Hermione shrieked, turning scarlet and clutching her towel to herself. It was just then that she realized how small the towel really was.
"Hey, listen, Hermione," Fred said, "you sounded really great in there."
"Yeah, blimey, I had no idea you could sing like that!" George said sincerely.
"May I repeat myself: Why are you here?!?!" Hermione yelled in a high voice. She felt so exposed and embarrassed that she didn't see that their compliments were genuine.
"Mum grounded us," George answered.
"First I accidentally blew up her favorite Gilderoy Lockhart book with some new candy we were testing," Fred explained casually, "and then she found a copy of Playwizard under George's bed." He shook his finger at his bashfully grinning twin. "Naughty, naughty!"
"And when did all this happen??" Hermione asked incredulously.
"Last night after you were asleep, most likely," replied George.
"Anyway Hermione, we need to talk to you about some important stuff," Fred said urgently.
"Can I put my CLOTHES on first please??" Hermione snapped. By this time, she had dripped a huge amount of water onto the floor.
"Oh, oh certainly, madam," George said cheesily, beckoning her to Ginny's room.
"THANK YOU!" Hermione said sharply as she scurried into the bedroom and shut the door.
"Sorry Hermione!" Fred called after her. They heard her lock the door.
"Blimey, awfully uptight sometimes isn't she?" Fred said, staring at the door and huffing.
"I don't know, but I can see why Ron's so bloody jealous of any guy who looks at her. She looks awfully good in a towel," George grinned.
"Oh, you think anything half naked looks good, you beast!" Fred teased.
"I can HEAR you!" Hermione yelled from inside the bedroom.
"Eh, c'mon, George, let's go grab some grub," Fred said, heading down the stairs to the kitchen.
Inside the bedroom, Hermione could barely move. The twins had caught her singing her heart out and then had caught her almost naked. And what had George said...that Ron was jealous of any guy that went for her? Hermione had just assumed that Ron's dislike of Viktor had been brotherly protectiveness, though all along, a little voice inside had been wondering if it wasn't more. Doubting herself as usual, she had blamed it on brotherly affection, but now part of her had to wonder. The twins were part of Ron's family and were closer to him than she was, so wouldn't they know better? But then again, the twins were greatly prone to over exaggeration. And yet...she hoped they were right..
*Whoa! Wait a second! I'm still angry at him!* Hermione thought. She tried to shove Ron out of her thoughts, but as she was dressing, all she could picture was Ron's lopsided little smile that he gave her sometimes that just made her feel so...*Ugh! I have to stop!* Now she was even more infuriated, because it was hard to stay that way!
The internal battle still raging inside her, Hermione went down to join the twins for breakfast.
"I am so pissed that we missed meeting Danton Quigly," George griped as Hermione entered the kitchen and placed the eggs Mrs. Weasley had preserved for her into what was something like a wizard version of a microwave. When it was finished heating up, which was only a matter of seconds, she took her plate over to the table and sat next to Fred, who was inhaling a bowl of cereal.
"So what's so amazingly urgent that you have to talk to me about?" Hermione asked, pouring herself some orange juice.
"Well, it's about our band," Fred said. He then went on to explain how Angelina had quit and why she had.
"That's odd," Hermione said once he was finished. "I would have thought that Angelina would have been great on stage, what with her being so outgoing and all."
"The thing is, we thought she would be too," George said matter-of-factly. "But it turns out she's really insecure about her singing, and we hadn't counted on that. So we didn't have anyone else in mind as a backup....until now." He eyed Hermione, but she was oblivious to his true intentions.
"So you want me to help get them?" she asked, spooning up some of the eggs and eating them. She figured he probably wanted her to be their manager of sorts, which did not really appeal to her.
"Nooo, not exactly," George said impatiently.
"Listen Hermione," Fred said matter of factly, "we heard you singing in the shower and-"
"Um..I think we've been over that already," Hermione said grouchily, shoveling eggs into her mouth.
"AND," Fred continued, "We think you sound amazing. So no, we don't need you to help us get someone else to sing, because we only want YOU to be in our band."
Hermione spit her eggs all over her plate, to the twins' disgust.
"ME?" Hermione asked, shocked. It was plain to the twins that she had never even entertained the idea.
"Yes you, you sound great! Now how about it?" George said exuberantly.
"Er.." Hermione looked really uncertain.
"You could just try it out," Fred said, trying to win her over. When the look on her face told him that he hadn't, he tried again. "Remember that row you and Ron had last night?"
"How could I forget???" Hermione growled.
"Well, we all know Ronniekins can be a bit dense at times," Fred said with his best smile. "So how about you prove to him just how much of a woman you really are, and get up on stage and prove him wrong, ehhh???". This seemed to strike a chord with Hermione. A little smile played at the corners of her lips.
"I suppose being in a punk band might not be TOO bad," Hermione said, her smile growing. If there was any way she could prove Ron wrong, and most of the kids at Hogwarts for that matter, she would take it. What would Lavendar and Parvati say if they saw her up on stage? Or Draco? Happy thoughts were spinning in Hermione's head.
"Well all right then!" George said, grinning.
After they were done eating breakfast, Fred mentioned that they had to teach her all of their songs so far. Luckily, they had made some recordings of themselves. Some of their original songs weren't too great, but the musicianship was still pretty good through it all. And when Hermione heard some of their covers, she was very impressed. George was an amazing drummer, and it really shown through. She did notice Angelina's lack of singing ability, however.
Some of their covers were muggle songs, to Hermione's delight, except for some wizard songs by the Weird Sisters and a few other bands she didn't recognize. They had "I'm Just a Girl" by No Doubt, their own version of "I Can't Make you Love Me" by Bonnie Rait, and "Let's Hear it for the Boy." Hermione squealed when she saw the song by No Doubt.
"This is my..like, anthem!" she yelled. The twins looked at her like she was mad.
"Yeah.it's a cool song," George said. "Angelina liked it a lot."
Then an idea popped into Hermione's head. "I don't have any songs that I've written or anything, but I write poetry sometimes, and there's one that we could probably change around into a song. Would you like to hear it?" she asked.
"Sure, why not," George replied. Hermione ran up to Ginny's room and grabbed a sheet of paper out from underneath her pillow. Truth be told, she had written this poem the night before. She brought it back downstairs.
"It's called Crimson Red. It's one of my most song-like ones I think," she said. "Except I haven't finished the last line yet; I'm not sure what to use."
"Alright, well, read it to us and we'll help you think of something," Fred said impatiently.
Hermione cleared her throat.
"Crimson red
Is all my eyes can see.
Anger flushes
The face of you and me.
And somehow in it all
You think I'd know
That the anger fades
And these feelings show.
Crimson red
Is all my eyes can see,
When you blush
As you smile at me.
So we pretend
We're only friends,
And it just ends
Before it begins.
And away you slip
Past my fingertips
Until all my eyes can see-" Hermione put her hands out to show that the next line was the one she didn't have.
George got an evil look in his eye. "Until all my eyes can see...Is RON WEASLEY!!!!" Fred burst out laughing and the twins went into a laughing fit, in which one of them would finally stop, look at the other, and start all over again.
"Would you stop???" Hermione demanded. Her face turned pink. "It's..it's not about Ron!"
"Then who is it about???" Fred replied, still chuckling.
"I-.I don't know!" she stuttered. Fred gave her a knowing look. Trying to collect herself, she said, "It's not about anyone!"
"Right, right," George said sarcastically. "Don't worry Hermione, we'll let this one slide."
"For now," Fred whispered to his twin.
(**Don't you just love the twins? They never give up! Anyway, there's that chapter. Next chapter is Hermione actually practicing with the band, their plans for performing at Hogwarts, etc etc!!! I'm doing my best to get this out as fast as I can, but I guess I'm too much of a perfectionist to just slop stuff down and throw it on the site. I mean, don't you hate reading those fanfics? The ones that make no sense and have paragraph long sentences with bad grammar? Okay....sorry, I'm babbling! Tootles!**)
Recap from Chapter Two: Humming to herself, she [Hermione] wrapped her towel around herself and opened the [bathroom] door. Amid a cloud of steam she emerged...to see two identical, smiling Weasley boys standing before her.
"Good morning, Hermione," they said in unison. (N/A: :::Audience gasps! Heehee.I add my own sound effects, I'm a cheap-o!)
Chapter Three
"What the bloody hell are you doing home?!?!" Hermione shrieked, turning scarlet and clutching her towel to herself. It was just then that she realized how small the towel really was.
"Hey, listen, Hermione," Fred said, "you sounded really great in there."
"Yeah, blimey, I had no idea you could sing like that!" George said sincerely.
"May I repeat myself: Why are you here?!?!" Hermione yelled in a high voice. She felt so exposed and embarrassed that she didn't see that their compliments were genuine.
"Mum grounded us," George answered.
"First I accidentally blew up her favorite Gilderoy Lockhart book with some new candy we were testing," Fred explained casually, "and then she found a copy of Playwizard under George's bed." He shook his finger at his bashfully grinning twin. "Naughty, naughty!"
"And when did all this happen??" Hermione asked incredulously.
"Last night after you were asleep, most likely," replied George.
"Anyway Hermione, we need to talk to you about some important stuff," Fred said urgently.
"Can I put my CLOTHES on first please??" Hermione snapped. By this time, she had dripped a huge amount of water onto the floor.
"Oh, oh certainly, madam," George said cheesily, beckoning her to Ginny's room.
"THANK YOU!" Hermione said sharply as she scurried into the bedroom and shut the door.
"Sorry Hermione!" Fred called after her. They heard her lock the door.
"Blimey, awfully uptight sometimes isn't she?" Fred said, staring at the door and huffing.
"I don't know, but I can see why Ron's so bloody jealous of any guy who looks at her. She looks awfully good in a towel," George grinned.
"Oh, you think anything half naked looks good, you beast!" Fred teased.
"I can HEAR you!" Hermione yelled from inside the bedroom.
"Eh, c'mon, George, let's go grab some grub," Fred said, heading down the stairs to the kitchen.
Inside the bedroom, Hermione could barely move. The twins had caught her singing her heart out and then had caught her almost naked. And what had George said...that Ron was jealous of any guy that went for her? Hermione had just assumed that Ron's dislike of Viktor had been brotherly protectiveness, though all along, a little voice inside had been wondering if it wasn't more. Doubting herself as usual, she had blamed it on brotherly affection, but now part of her had to wonder. The twins were part of Ron's family and were closer to him than she was, so wouldn't they know better? But then again, the twins were greatly prone to over exaggeration. And yet...she hoped they were right..
*Whoa! Wait a second! I'm still angry at him!* Hermione thought. She tried to shove Ron out of her thoughts, but as she was dressing, all she could picture was Ron's lopsided little smile that he gave her sometimes that just made her feel so...*Ugh! I have to stop!* Now she was even more infuriated, because it was hard to stay that way!
The internal battle still raging inside her, Hermione went down to join the twins for breakfast.
"I am so pissed that we missed meeting Danton Quigly," George griped as Hermione entered the kitchen and placed the eggs Mrs. Weasley had preserved for her into what was something like a wizard version of a microwave. When it was finished heating up, which was only a matter of seconds, she took her plate over to the table and sat next to Fred, who was inhaling a bowl of cereal.
"So what's so amazingly urgent that you have to talk to me about?" Hermione asked, pouring herself some orange juice.
"Well, it's about our band," Fred said. He then went on to explain how Angelina had quit and why she had.
"That's odd," Hermione said once he was finished. "I would have thought that Angelina would have been great on stage, what with her being so outgoing and all."
"The thing is, we thought she would be too," George said matter-of-factly. "But it turns out she's really insecure about her singing, and we hadn't counted on that. So we didn't have anyone else in mind as a backup....until now." He eyed Hermione, but she was oblivious to his true intentions.
"So you want me to help get them?" she asked, spooning up some of the eggs and eating them. She figured he probably wanted her to be their manager of sorts, which did not really appeal to her.
"Nooo, not exactly," George said impatiently.
"Listen Hermione," Fred said matter of factly, "we heard you singing in the shower and-"
"Um..I think we've been over that already," Hermione said grouchily, shoveling eggs into her mouth.
"AND," Fred continued, "We think you sound amazing. So no, we don't need you to help us get someone else to sing, because we only want YOU to be in our band."
Hermione spit her eggs all over her plate, to the twins' disgust.
"ME?" Hermione asked, shocked. It was plain to the twins that she had never even entertained the idea.
"Yes you, you sound great! Now how about it?" George said exuberantly.
"Er.." Hermione looked really uncertain.
"You could just try it out," Fred said, trying to win her over. When the look on her face told him that he hadn't, he tried again. "Remember that row you and Ron had last night?"
"How could I forget???" Hermione growled.
"Well, we all know Ronniekins can be a bit dense at times," Fred said with his best smile. "So how about you prove to him just how much of a woman you really are, and get up on stage and prove him wrong, ehhh???". This seemed to strike a chord with Hermione. A little smile played at the corners of her lips.
"I suppose being in a punk band might not be TOO bad," Hermione said, her smile growing. If there was any way she could prove Ron wrong, and most of the kids at Hogwarts for that matter, she would take it. What would Lavendar and Parvati say if they saw her up on stage? Or Draco? Happy thoughts were spinning in Hermione's head.
"Well all right then!" George said, grinning.
After they were done eating breakfast, Fred mentioned that they had to teach her all of their songs so far. Luckily, they had made some recordings of themselves. Some of their original songs weren't too great, but the musicianship was still pretty good through it all. And when Hermione heard some of their covers, she was very impressed. George was an amazing drummer, and it really shown through. She did notice Angelina's lack of singing ability, however.
Some of their covers were muggle songs, to Hermione's delight, except for some wizard songs by the Weird Sisters and a few other bands she didn't recognize. They had "I'm Just a Girl" by No Doubt, their own version of "I Can't Make you Love Me" by Bonnie Rait, and "Let's Hear it for the Boy." Hermione squealed when she saw the song by No Doubt.
"This is my..like, anthem!" she yelled. The twins looked at her like she was mad.
"Yeah.it's a cool song," George said. "Angelina liked it a lot."
Then an idea popped into Hermione's head. "I don't have any songs that I've written or anything, but I write poetry sometimes, and there's one that we could probably change around into a song. Would you like to hear it?" she asked.
"Sure, why not," George replied. Hermione ran up to Ginny's room and grabbed a sheet of paper out from underneath her pillow. Truth be told, she had written this poem the night before. She brought it back downstairs.
"It's called Crimson Red. It's one of my most song-like ones I think," she said. "Except I haven't finished the last line yet; I'm not sure what to use."
"Alright, well, read it to us and we'll help you think of something," Fred said impatiently.
Hermione cleared her throat.
"Crimson red
Is all my eyes can see.
Anger flushes
The face of you and me.
And somehow in it all
You think I'd know
That the anger fades
And these feelings show.
Crimson red
Is all my eyes can see,
When you blush
As you smile at me.
So we pretend
We're only friends,
And it just ends
Before it begins.
And away you slip
Past my fingertips
Until all my eyes can see-" Hermione put her hands out to show that the next line was the one she didn't have.
George got an evil look in his eye. "Until all my eyes can see...Is RON WEASLEY!!!!" Fred burst out laughing and the twins went into a laughing fit, in which one of them would finally stop, look at the other, and start all over again.
"Would you stop???" Hermione demanded. Her face turned pink. "It's..it's not about Ron!"
"Then who is it about???" Fred replied, still chuckling.
"I-.I don't know!" she stuttered. Fred gave her a knowing look. Trying to collect herself, she said, "It's not about anyone!"
"Right, right," George said sarcastically. "Don't worry Hermione, we'll let this one slide."
"For now," Fred whispered to his twin.
(**Don't you just love the twins? They never give up! Anyway, there's that chapter. Next chapter is Hermione actually practicing with the band, their plans for performing at Hogwarts, etc etc!!! I'm doing my best to get this out as fast as I can, but I guess I'm too much of a perfectionist to just slop stuff down and throw it on the site. I mean, don't you hate reading those fanfics? The ones that make no sense and have paragraph long sentences with bad grammar? Okay....sorry, I'm babbling! Tootles!**)