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So, Ron and Harry had bid their good byes to the girls, as they sped up, and quickly went back into the house. They were on the second flight of stairs when George and Fred had bumped into them.
"Going somewhere?" George lifted an eyebrow.
"Yes, and we'd like you to move." Ron stated a hint, and tried to go around them.
"Whatever you're up to we want in." Fred said looking at Ron suspiciously.
"I don't think you'll like the idea, and I doubt Ron wants you helping him." Harry said, holding Ron back and trying to be brave, as if Voldemort was nothing compared to the twins.
"What are you doing? We'll put these Canary Creams in your throat, unless, you include us and tell us." George threatened pulling out a few of the most "delectable" candies in the world, that just happen to turn you to feathers.
"Fine, we're going to go through Hermione's drawers, her dresser drawers."
"Right, Ron, you aren't brave enough."
"Sure I am, just watch me!" Ron said stomping into Ginny's room.
"He knows he'll die, Right?" Fred asked Harry.
"Yeah, he wants her bra size, but the only thing is, is that I don't know bra sizes and neither dies he, I think. I don't think he's ever gone that far."
"Trust me, we'd know. But what about that one time when he was found in bed with Hermione, I never did get a chance to ask her about how he was, figured she'd slap me."
"Ya, Ginny just told me she found them talking to each other, saying stuff like 'Oh, you are a bad girl, and evil girl,' and such, but I don't think he needs to see her... ugh, I hate Ron, he's putting unpleasant pictures into my head." Harry said groaning and joining him in the girls' room.
"Well, she reads romance novels. All this time I thought she was into spell books." Ron said lifting an eyebrow.
"And she writes her own." George said holding up a packet of paper, from a computer, "It was a warm summer day and the devishly handsome Weasley brothers were hard at work, gently picking apples and eating them while de-gnoming the dreaded garden..." George read.
Then Fred thought a moment, "I like it so far."
Harry laughed. "Oh, yeah, you devishly handsome Weasleys have really got some thoughts on her story."
"God damn, she's right though." Ron said. "Except she said they were 'devishly handsome', now everyone knows I'm the only one that's hot in this family. What if I get voted best looking?" Ron thinks a moment, "I'd like to thank the academy," Ron says trying to force a tear down the left side of his face.
"Oh, you guys are so modest!" Harry said sarcastically, taking the book from George, "Let me read this, I want to see if there's any hot Potter guys."
"Dream on, Hermione would rather write about the importance of Wolf's Bang in A truth potion, let alone some Potter boy." They all gave him strange looks, "She would."
"Hey that girl with the last name Rowling did!" Harry said, starting to open up to page two.
"She's like thirty!" Ron said after Hermione's music box had nothing of importance, until he looked closer, and found a locket with the letters VK and HG engraved into it. "Fuck."
"What is it, Ron?" George asked.
"She's got a locket with the fucking letters VK and Hg engraved into it."
"Maybe it's just memorabilia, you know?" Fred suggested, trying to calm Ron down.
"Why is it in a heart then?" Ron asked, practically ready to punch Viktor for getting her such an ugly thing.
"Let me see." Harry said as Ron handed him the locket, and Ron kept saying the words, "Fuck, fuck, fuck him, fuck, fuck, fuck him."
After close inspection Harry saw a scratching into the piece of silver and it totally blotched with ink. "Ron, you're going overboard." Harry said.
"OVERBOARD? FUCK OVERBOARD!"
"NO, see, she tried to scratch out VK, except there's like a spell on it. So, she used ink, and I bet the pictures inside aren't of him."
"Well who are they of?" Ron asked, slightly amused at her attempts.
"Of you and her, totally missing each other. She's thinking a bout you and the picture of you is going through her stuff."
"I miss her now. Do you think these pictures are what's happening? Is there a rewind button?" Ron asked.
"Yes I do, there is a rewind button, why?"
"You guys better not touch that."
"Why?" Was Harry's attempt.
"I don't want you seeing it, that's why, those are private moments." Ron said, slightly pink.
"Well Harry rewind it." George said.
"Naw, Ginny told me all about it anyway."
"She told you! Not us!"
"Why'd you care Gred?"
"Stop using that nick name on us, it's not appreciated. Otherwise you'll be in feathers while asleep." Fred said.
"Fine you can listen. You can't look."
"Fair enough." George said.
Suddenly, a loud, "Oh, Hermione, you are a bad girl!" popped up and a "Ron you do realize I won't forgive you from lying." and then a "Yes I do, I really do." And then it sped through to "Evil Malicious girl."
"What the fuck?" George said.
"Herm- She didn't- with you? Ugh. Tell us about it." Fred said.
"No, and NO! Even if, you sick perverts! Go get some friends." Ron said as he became more and more appalled at his brothers knowing his sex life.
"Hey, we'd tell you. If you'd have asked."
"George, you got all weird when I asked who you were sending a letter to."
"Ron, that's because people were with you. You should be smarter." Fred said. "Back to the drawers."
"Right." Ron said.
Ron took the locket and put it back into its pocket.
He opened the last drawer. "Ah ha! Now how are bra sizes organized?"
"Told you guys." Harry said, sitting on Ginny bed.
"Do you think Hermione likes me in those maroon sweaters?"
"I've seen her eying you in it." Fred said.
"She's got a pair of underwear, and they're maroon, and oh, bloody hell a matching bra!"
"Ah, well, she really likes you." George said. "Is she planning something?"
"Stop that George. Really, it's gross." Ron said as he folded them back up and placed them in their specific spots, and heard a door swung open and a sudden shout of "MAROON UNDERWEAR!" and the guys rushed out of the room. Harry carrying Hermione's novella.
"Hi girls, how was shopping, buy anything in maroon?" Fred asked.
Hermione must've been like drunk or high, or hysterical, but she went up to Ron and said, "Maroon is my favorite color, and I have many things in maroon, and orange." She put her hand on Ron's cheek and traced his bone.
Then Ginny pulled her into the room.
Ah, that was ssoooooooooooooo freaky and OCCness, but I don't give a damn so, ya.
So, Ron and Harry had bid their good byes to the girls, as they sped up, and quickly went back into the house. They were on the second flight of stairs when George and Fred had bumped into them.
"Going somewhere?" George lifted an eyebrow.
"Yes, and we'd like you to move." Ron stated a hint, and tried to go around them.
"Whatever you're up to we want in." Fred said looking at Ron suspiciously.
"I don't think you'll like the idea, and I doubt Ron wants you helping him." Harry said, holding Ron back and trying to be brave, as if Voldemort was nothing compared to the twins.
"What are you doing? We'll put these Canary Creams in your throat, unless, you include us and tell us." George threatened pulling out a few of the most "delectable" candies in the world, that just happen to turn you to feathers.
"Fine, we're going to go through Hermione's drawers, her dresser drawers."
"Right, Ron, you aren't brave enough."
"Sure I am, just watch me!" Ron said stomping into Ginny's room.
"He knows he'll die, Right?" Fred asked Harry.
"Yeah, he wants her bra size, but the only thing is, is that I don't know bra sizes and neither dies he, I think. I don't think he's ever gone that far."
"Trust me, we'd know. But what about that one time when he was found in bed with Hermione, I never did get a chance to ask her about how he was, figured she'd slap me."
"Ya, Ginny just told me she found them talking to each other, saying stuff like 'Oh, you are a bad girl, and evil girl,' and such, but I don't think he needs to see her... ugh, I hate Ron, he's putting unpleasant pictures into my head." Harry said groaning and joining him in the girls' room.
"Well, she reads romance novels. All this time I thought she was into spell books." Ron said lifting an eyebrow.
"And she writes her own." George said holding up a packet of paper, from a computer, "It was a warm summer day and the devishly handsome Weasley brothers were hard at work, gently picking apples and eating them while de-gnoming the dreaded garden..." George read.
Then Fred thought a moment, "I like it so far."
Harry laughed. "Oh, yeah, you devishly handsome Weasleys have really got some thoughts on her story."
"God damn, she's right though." Ron said. "Except she said they were 'devishly handsome', now everyone knows I'm the only one that's hot in this family. What if I get voted best looking?" Ron thinks a moment, "I'd like to thank the academy," Ron says trying to force a tear down the left side of his face.
"Oh, you guys are so modest!" Harry said sarcastically, taking the book from George, "Let me read this, I want to see if there's any hot Potter guys."
"Dream on, Hermione would rather write about the importance of Wolf's Bang in A truth potion, let alone some Potter boy." They all gave him strange looks, "She would."
"Hey that girl with the last name Rowling did!" Harry said, starting to open up to page two.
"She's like thirty!" Ron said after Hermione's music box had nothing of importance, until he looked closer, and found a locket with the letters VK and HG engraved into it. "Fuck."
"What is it, Ron?" George asked.
"She's got a locket with the fucking letters VK and Hg engraved into it."
"Maybe it's just memorabilia, you know?" Fred suggested, trying to calm Ron down.
"Why is it in a heart then?" Ron asked, practically ready to punch Viktor for getting her such an ugly thing.
"Let me see." Harry said as Ron handed him the locket, and Ron kept saying the words, "Fuck, fuck, fuck him, fuck, fuck, fuck him."
After close inspection Harry saw a scratching into the piece of silver and it totally blotched with ink. "Ron, you're going overboard." Harry said.
"OVERBOARD? FUCK OVERBOARD!"
"NO, see, she tried to scratch out VK, except there's like a spell on it. So, she used ink, and I bet the pictures inside aren't of him."
"Well who are they of?" Ron asked, slightly amused at her attempts.
"Of you and her, totally missing each other. She's thinking a bout you and the picture of you is going through her stuff."
"I miss her now. Do you think these pictures are what's happening? Is there a rewind button?" Ron asked.
"Yes I do, there is a rewind button, why?"
"You guys better not touch that."
"Why?" Was Harry's attempt.
"I don't want you seeing it, that's why, those are private moments." Ron said, slightly pink.
"Well Harry rewind it." George said.
"Naw, Ginny told me all about it anyway."
"She told you! Not us!"
"Why'd you care Gred?"
"Stop using that nick name on us, it's not appreciated. Otherwise you'll be in feathers while asleep." Fred said.
"Fine you can listen. You can't look."
"Fair enough." George said.
Suddenly, a loud, "Oh, Hermione, you are a bad girl!" popped up and a "Ron you do realize I won't forgive you from lying." and then a "Yes I do, I really do." And then it sped through to "Evil Malicious girl."
"What the fuck?" George said.
"Herm- She didn't- with you? Ugh. Tell us about it." Fred said.
"No, and NO! Even if, you sick perverts! Go get some friends." Ron said as he became more and more appalled at his brothers knowing his sex life.
"Hey, we'd tell you. If you'd have asked."
"George, you got all weird when I asked who you were sending a letter to."
"Ron, that's because people were with you. You should be smarter." Fred said. "Back to the drawers."
"Right." Ron said.
Ron took the locket and put it back into its pocket.
He opened the last drawer. "Ah ha! Now how are bra sizes organized?"
"Told you guys." Harry said, sitting on Ginny bed.
"Do you think Hermione likes me in those maroon sweaters?"
"I've seen her eying you in it." Fred said.
"She's got a pair of underwear, and they're maroon, and oh, bloody hell a matching bra!"
"Ah, well, she really likes you." George said. "Is she planning something?"
"Stop that George. Really, it's gross." Ron said as he folded them back up and placed them in their specific spots, and heard a door swung open and a sudden shout of "MAROON UNDERWEAR!" and the guys rushed out of the room. Harry carrying Hermione's novella.
"Hi girls, how was shopping, buy anything in maroon?" Fred asked.
Hermione must've been like drunk or high, or hysterical, but she went up to Ron and said, "Maroon is my favorite color, and I have many things in maroon, and orange." She put her hand on Ron's cheek and traced his bone.
Then Ginny pulled her into the room.
Ah, that was ssoooooooooooooo freaky and OCCness, but I don't give a damn so, ya.
