A/N: This one's pretty long compared to out other chapters.  Enjoy.

Disclaimer:  No, we did not miraculously become J. K. Rowling in the past few weeks.  Sorry.

Chapter 6

Hermione and George raced down the hallways to the kitchens.  After tickling the pear, they rushed inside.  Immediately, twenty house elves were at their feet.

"The usual, Mr. Weasley?" squeaked an elf holding a pad of paper.

"Yes.  Except with a side of fried potatoes instead of mashed today.  And I would like it so I could eat it while moving," George said in as if he was ordering in a restaurant.  Hermione's hand struck is arm.  "Ow!  I told you I was hungry!"

"How can you talk to them like that?  You act like they work for you!" she screeched, slapping his arm again, and not in a friendly matter.

"They like to work for people!  But that is not why we are here, remember?  Thank you," he added when the elf handed him a bag that supposedly had food in it.

"You are not going to eat that!" Hermione said, snatching it from him.

"Of course, how rude of me."  He turned towards the elves.  "Get me a few chocolate éclairs for Miss Granger, as well."  He then snatched the bag back, reaching inside and pulling out a sandwich.

Hermione groaned in frustration.

"Now, for the reason we're here.  We would like to ask you where you get your chickens," George said through his turkey sandwich, as the house elves handed Hermione a plate piled up with éclairs.

"Well, Mr. Weasley," Dobby piped.  "Hogwarts orders them from a poultry farm near here.  They produce fine chicken that are slaughtered and packaged before being shipped here.  Some are even boned.  Dobby's old master made Dobby behead the chickens.  Dobby is very glad that he no longer has to clean up the blood from the birds.  The turkeys and chickens run around after they lose their heads.  And then Dobby had to pull out all of their feathers..."  Dobby would have continued except for George spit out a mouthful of turkey onto the floor and his words were drowned out by the elves rushing to clean it up.

"I'm going vegetarian," George muttered.

"That's wonderful, Dobby.  If you found a chicken running around Hogwarts, you wouldn't cook that, would you?" Hermione said, taking over for George.

"No.  It could be the property of Master Hagrid,"  Squeaked another elf.

"Thank you, Dobby," Hermione said, grabbing Georges's arm and pulling him out.

"The usual," she muttered angrily as she stormed down the hallway.

"Wha?" George said thickly through a mouthful of potatoes.

(A/N:  That is not misspelled.  He has a mouth full of potatoes.

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"Hermione!  Nice ter see ya.  You too, George.  What can I do for ya?" Hagrid greeted as he invited the pair into his home.

"Well, Hagrid, this may seem like an odd question, but have you seen a chicken running around outside?"

"As a matter o' fact, I have."  He began to walk towards the chicken coop.  "Found the poor girl runnin' aroun' by my house.  Figured she was one o' mine.  She yours?"

"It's a h--" George started before Hermione elbowed him in the ribs to shut him up.  He glared at her.

"She's Professor McGoganal's.  She leant her to us so we could practice for the NEWTs and OWLs.  She accidentally escaped," Hermione lied. 

"Well, don' know if you'll be able t' tell which one's yours.  Maybe McGoganal can't either."

"Thanks, Hagrid," Hermione said.  Hagrid pulled open the door to the coop and all three entered.

They had no problem finding Harry, because he charged them as soon as they entered.

"That's hi... err, her.  She never liked us much," George explained.  He gathered Harry up in his arms, avoided being bit, thanked Hagrid, and the two of them left.

They had entered the office before either of them said anything.  It was George who started, after he dropped the chicken into a cage that he had conjured up for him.

"Why do you have to be so violent?" he complained.

"Why do you have to be so stupid?"

"Okay, so I make a mistake or two, but that doesn't mean I'm stupid!"

"Fine!  It means you lack common sense!"

"And you're so perfect..."

"What was that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing," George said simply, throwing himself into his rolly chair.  "Not a bloody thing.  Except that you act like I'm the only one who has faults!"

"I never..."

"Don't you even start with that!  You know as well as I do that you are a snob!"

Hermione's eyes widened as she looked at him in complete shock.  They then narrowed as anger consumed her.  "Sure I am, George.  Just like you are an idiot. I may be stuck up, but I am NOT brainless."

George stood up so quickly that his chair flew backwards into the wall.  He took a few strides so he was toe to toe with her, and he did this all very angrily.  He took a few deep breaths and said, "I have never come so close to hitting a girl."

"Is that supposed to scare me?  Because - " Hermione never got to say why that didn't scare her, because at that very moment, George grabbed her elbows.  He pulled her to him and pressed his lips against hers.

At first, Hermione was too shocked to do anything.  Then, she brought her hands up to his shoulders and immersed herself into the kiss. 

"Well, look at this," said a voice from the door way.  The very amused voice of Fred Weasley, that is.

A/N:  Could we leave you in a worse spot?  Hope this chapter was funny enough, because the last one really wasn't.   But that's just my opinion.

Okay, next chapter they go to get the Dechickenator.  We also deal with some suspicious people about where Harry went.