Wildfire
AN: Has anyone heard of this Spanish rap song, where part of it goes, "Y la manana...?" I heard it in Berkeley and now it's stuck in my head.
"What is with those two? Are they like, part spy?" Lavender asked. They were back at the Three Broomsticks, Fred and George getting some refreshments to celebrate.
"No, I think they're part-Seer." Lavender was turned around in her seat watching them.
"They're wholly annoying." Charlie muttered. "Now we're back at square one, with two more opinions and two less choices."
"So, now you have Percy, Ron, and Harry, who isn't really a choice, since he's generally lumped with Ron." Fred placed two pitchers of butterbeer on the table. Close behind him, George was carrying a Honeydukes bag.
"You two move way too fast." Bill shook his head.
"Are you talking to us, or the twins?" Hermione asked.
"Both of you. Why don't you just chill for a while? You just told two people. And how do you go get stuff from another store in the time it takes to get some butterbeer?"
"First of all, they didn't tell us. We already knew."
Ginny raised an eyebrow. "How?"
"It was kind of obvious to us when you three always stayed home when everyone else went out."
"And we have an express account at Honeydukes." George added.
"Zonkos too."
"Very handy."
"Indispensable."
"Couldn't go on without it."
"Every trouble-makers best weapon-"
"Stop, you two are making me sick." Lavender groaned. "You sound like a commercial."
"Well, this whole thing sounds like the plot to a bad teen movie."
"Or a really good piece of fanfiction." Parvati added. (A/N: ;C)
Everyone stared at her.
"Just saying." She blushed.
"So, since you didn't really tell us, we think that we shouldn't count. So how's Percy sound?" Fred asked, before chugging half his butterbeer.
"Slightly nasal." Hermione muttered.
"I'll have you know, that's only because Charlie hit me in the face with a Bludger when we were little." A slightly nasal voice said from behind her. "Better watch out, or he'll do the same to you."
Hermione groaned. "Tell me Percy isn't sitting behind me."
"Okay, I won't tell you." Fred and George chorused.
"Since we're not telling people things, why don't you not tell me what the hell's going on?" Percy's voice rose slightly. "You seem to be pretty good at it."
Charlie sighed. "Funny story, Perce. You see..."
That was as far as he got before Percy got started.
"How could you betray Dumbledore's trust like that? Going around behind his back with a student, not only is she underage, but she's Hermione, for the love of Merlin! Practically our sister! Have you no shame?" He cried, wagging his finger under Charlie's nose (Which was about at his eye level).
"Percy wait," Hermione started.
"And you! Prefect! Head girl! Valedictorian! You should be setting the examples! Every first year looked to you as the prime example of what a Hogwarts witch should be. Instead you go...galavanting around! With a teacher! Not just a teacher but Charlie!"
"Hey," Charlie blushed. "I rese-"
Percy turned, shooting daggers at his older brother.
"I. Am not. Finished with you yet! Can you imagine what it will be like for me at work, when this little 'affair' leaks out?!? I'm having enough trouble convincing everyone there that I'm not totally incompetant, seeing as I'm the youngest department head and all."
Percy paused briefly, puffing out his chest in pride. He shook his head slightly, adding almost as an afterthought, "But that's besides the point. Did you ever stop and think what Harry and Ron will have to say about this? Not to mention Mum!"
That was obviously something they hadn't thought about before. Charlie and Hermione turned their stark white faces to each other, exchanging worried glances.
AN: Has anyone heard of this Spanish rap song, where part of it goes, "Y la manana...?" I heard it in Berkeley and now it's stuck in my head.
"What is with those two? Are they like, part spy?" Lavender asked. They were back at the Three Broomsticks, Fred and George getting some refreshments to celebrate.
"No, I think they're part-Seer." Lavender was turned around in her seat watching them.
"They're wholly annoying." Charlie muttered. "Now we're back at square one, with two more opinions and two less choices."
"So, now you have Percy, Ron, and Harry, who isn't really a choice, since he's generally lumped with Ron." Fred placed two pitchers of butterbeer on the table. Close behind him, George was carrying a Honeydukes bag.
"You two move way too fast." Bill shook his head.
"Are you talking to us, or the twins?" Hermione asked.
"Both of you. Why don't you just chill for a while? You just told two people. And how do you go get stuff from another store in the time it takes to get some butterbeer?"
"First of all, they didn't tell us. We already knew."
Ginny raised an eyebrow. "How?"
"It was kind of obvious to us when you three always stayed home when everyone else went out."
"And we have an express account at Honeydukes." George added.
"Zonkos too."
"Very handy."
"Indispensable."
"Couldn't go on without it."
"Every trouble-makers best weapon-"
"Stop, you two are making me sick." Lavender groaned. "You sound like a commercial."
"Well, this whole thing sounds like the plot to a bad teen movie."
"Or a really good piece of fanfiction." Parvati added. (A/N: ;C)
Everyone stared at her.
"Just saying." She blushed.
"So, since you didn't really tell us, we think that we shouldn't count. So how's Percy sound?" Fred asked, before chugging half his butterbeer.
"Slightly nasal." Hermione muttered.
"I'll have you know, that's only because Charlie hit me in the face with a Bludger when we were little." A slightly nasal voice said from behind her. "Better watch out, or he'll do the same to you."
Hermione groaned. "Tell me Percy isn't sitting behind me."
"Okay, I won't tell you." Fred and George chorused.
"Since we're not telling people things, why don't you not tell me what the hell's going on?" Percy's voice rose slightly. "You seem to be pretty good at it."
Charlie sighed. "Funny story, Perce. You see..."
That was as far as he got before Percy got started.
"How could you betray Dumbledore's trust like that? Going around behind his back with a student, not only is she underage, but she's Hermione, for the love of Merlin! Practically our sister! Have you no shame?" He cried, wagging his finger under Charlie's nose (Which was about at his eye level).
"Percy wait," Hermione started.
"And you! Prefect! Head girl! Valedictorian! You should be setting the examples! Every first year looked to you as the prime example of what a Hogwarts witch should be. Instead you go...galavanting around! With a teacher! Not just a teacher but Charlie!"
"Hey," Charlie blushed. "I rese-"
Percy turned, shooting daggers at his older brother.
"I. Am not. Finished with you yet! Can you imagine what it will be like for me at work, when this little 'affair' leaks out?!? I'm having enough trouble convincing everyone there that I'm not totally incompetant, seeing as I'm the youngest department head and all."
Percy paused briefly, puffing out his chest in pride. He shook his head slightly, adding almost as an afterthought, "But that's besides the point. Did you ever stop and think what Harry and Ron will have to say about this? Not to mention Mum!"
That was obviously something they hadn't thought about before. Charlie and Hermione turned their stark white faces to each other, exchanging worried glances.