"Yo, Harry, wassup?"
"Nothing much." Harry glanced at Ron, then whipped his head back towards Hermione. "Er…what did you say Herm?"
"I said what are you doing? You are Ron were taking so long in your dorm, I thought Ron had got his head stuck in his trunk again!"
Ron grimaced. "I thought we said we'd never bring that up again!" he scowled.
Hermione smirked and put her hands on her hips. "And why are you both still in your nightclothes?" she demanded.
Harry looked down at his stripey pyjamas and scratched his head. "I forgot to change," he said sheepishly, and his best friend gave him reproachful look.
"Really Harry," she chided sternly, "You're becoming even more forgetful than Neville!"
"Now that's a little insulting isn't it Herm?" Ron joked. He turned to Harry. "Come on Harry, let's go and look respectable." They raced up the stairs back to their dorm, and Hermione settled herself in a large armchair, hoping they would hurry up. The three were the only ones left in the Griffindor Tower, seeing as all the students had gone to have breakfast in the Great Hall.
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Annoyed at what was taking her best friends so long, Hermione stormed up the stairs to their dorm room. But before she could knock, she heard a noise…someone shouting. Following the sound, Hermione found it led to the Weasley twins' dorm. Straining to hear, Hermione put her ear to the door—
"Yes,.yes!"
"Oh God, Fred, yes!"
"More, George…just…oh, that's the way…!"
"Fred, I'm…I'm…"
"Yes! Come on George! George!"
Alarmed, Hermione scuttled back, hitting the wall. Was that—? Could it be—? Were Fred and George—?
"Hey Hermione." The brunette whirled around to come face to face with Fred…or George? Well, one of the Weasley twins in any case. She gasped, and Fred/George looked surprised. "What's the matter? You look very pale. Are you sick?"
"F-fred? What are you-"
"I'm George actually," George corrected pleasantly. "Fred's in there," he pointed to his dormitory, "and I'm just bringing him back some food." He held up his hand, which was carrying a plateful of pancakes and toast. "What are you still doing here?"
"Oh…I'm…" Hermione cleared her throat and tried to recover herself. "I'm waiting for Harry and Ron to get dressed, but they're taking ever so –"
She cut herself off as she heard the voices again, emerging from behind the door.
"Please! Do it! Oh God, yes!!"
"Yes, Fred, FRED!"
"Harder George, harder! Ooooh!"
"Hermione? Are you okay?" George had a concerned expression on his face, as Hermione's eyes seemed to have glazed over, her mouth wide open in shock.
"I…I…" She turned to George, and as the voices became louder and more insistent, her face flushed red as she realised the very George that Fred wanted to have 'pump harder' was right in front of her.
"Um…George?" she said hesitantly, trying to block out the sounds of sexual gratification coming from inside the room. "What exactly is going on in your dorm?"
"What do you mean?" George furrowed his eyebrows. "Well, me and Fred are designing some new prototypes for our-"
"Who's in there?!" Hermione interrupted loudly. "If those two yell any louder, Dumbledore will probably hear it from the Great Hall!"
"What? Who? Which two? Hermione," George scratched his head with his free hand, "are you okay? You seem a little…well, off-centre, to be frank."
The door swung open and Fred burst out, looking amazed and fascinated. "George, you gotta come and check this out!" he said excitedly. "You won't believe what's going on here!"
"What?" said Hermione.
Fred noticed Hermione standing there for the first time. "Oh, Hermione," he said flatly. "Um, well…nothing you'd be interested in. Stuff for our joke shop, you know." He reached over to George and grabbed his arm. "Come on!" he insisted, and pulled him in. The door slammed shut. The voices seemed to quicken, and Hermione heard an eruption of laughter come from within the dorm. No wanting to hear the climax of the…erm, thing, she quickly escaped back down the stairs into the Common Room to wait for her friends.
*isn't it funny how all these chapters seem to have nothing to do with each other? Aren't you confused as to where this story is going? Well, don't worry, so am I! I have no plan. I just write one chapter ahead of what I post so i can say what's coming up...*
Coming up...Chapter 6- Will the Real Harry Please Stand Up?
*HOLD ON MISGUIDED READER! I need to know a few things for the next chapter.
2) Did Harry buy Ron a Viktor Krum figurine at the Quidditch World cup? What else did he buy him?
sigh maybe I just need one of those beta readers everyone keeps harping on about...*