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Chapter 1: Bills breakfast

When Hermione woke up she discovered two heads hovering above her. She was about to scream when one of them reached out and covered her mouth.

"Shh." the other one said, placing his index finger on his lips.

Hermione calmed down when she recognized the twins. She sighed in the palm of the hand that was still on her mouth. The redheaded twin let go of her and grinned.

"Nice hot breath Granger." he whispered. Hermione waved his comment off and sat up straight.

"What's the deal?" she asked, running her fingers through her hair in an attempt to tame it.

"Leave it this way," one of them said, "Looks wild."

Again, Hermione ignored the comment/insult and yawned. The other one, right in front of her put on a serious frown.

"You have to help us with something," he said in a low voice, "And you're the only person who can help."

Hermione, barely awake and only half listening, frowned.

"Yes," the other twin continued – Hermione had no idea who was who, especially at this hour of the day – "See, it's Bill, he's ill." he snickered at the rhyme, but then pulled a serious face.

Hermione instantly woke up and was very aware of what she had just been asked.

Bill Weasley, the older Weasley brother, was currently back in Britain. He was staying at the Burrow as well, but she hadn't seen him around that much. Bill always startled her when he entered the room, he was a 'different' Weasley. Sure, he had the same read hair and the Weasley freckles, but even there, he differed from his family. When she first met him, she almost jumped back upon noticing his long hair, tied together, and his fang earring, something she knew Mrs. Weasley despised. Hermione reckoned he thought it was funny, and soon noticed how laid back he was. She was always surprised at how well he handled his mother, and the fact that he could easily blend into a muggle crowd, instead of standing out like the rest of his family.

"Eh, Hermione?" she suddenly got interrupted.

"Yeah, we know it's early," the other one continued softly, "but we really need your help on this one!"

Hermione frowned. "And why is that? How can I possibly help you? Shouldn't you tell Mrs. Weasly or something? And what's wrong with Bill?" she wanted to ask a lot of other questions too, but Fred – or was it George?- answered before she could.

"Well, we can't tell mum, she'll freak and Bill doesn't want that. And you're so kind and talented. You know a lot of stuff too, so what's the point in asking Ron if it's obvious he'd screw up?"

It was early in the morning, and Hermione's cheeks were still slightly red from sleeping, but the comment just made by one of the twins made her glow. Well, it was true, Ron would screw up. She knew a lot more than him, but still.

"What's wrong with Bill?" she asked again, and attempted to tie her hair together. One of the twins grabbed her hand and shook his head.

"Leave it! It's better this way!" he said, and Hermione gaped at him. How on earth was her bushy hair, which probably stood up for miles at this very moment, better down, than tied together in a tail? She shrugged and waited for her answer.

"Bill's just a bit feverish, nothing that a bit of rest can't cure. We made him some breakfast; it's really early, so mum hadn't made any."

"But see, Bill is the only one who has always been able to fool us, instead of us fooling him. I mean, Charlie's usually pretty easy, and don't get me started on Gin, or you guys. But Bill, he knows when we're up to something, and he's very suspicious."

"He would never trust us if we brought him breakfast, especially if we made it." the other twin muttered. Hermione laughed softly.

"That means he's also smarter than you." she grinned.

"Yes, whatever Granger." they eyed her shortly, and then grinned at each other.

"Perfect" they nodded simultaneously.

Hermione was sure there was something they weren't telling her. But, as she was already awake, she might as well help them out. She sighed.

"So, how can I help?" she asked slowly.

George – or Fred – smiled and his eyes twinkled. "You, dear Hermione, are going to bring him breakfast in bed."

Hermione paused for a moment, and then raised her brows.

"Ok, so where is the part where me and my skills are so desperately needed?" she asked, looking less and less amused.

"Well, we can't ask Ron or Gin to bring him his bloody breakfast, now can we? Bill knows us, he expects us to do something. But you're Granger, he barely realizes you're alive!"

"Oh THANKS George!"

"That's Fred, Hermione."

"Oh."

A short silence followed. Hermione stared at the blanket still covering her. She then looked up again and saw the twins staring at her hopefully.

"All right," Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes, "I'll bring him his bloody breakfast."

She got out of bed and ignored the soft cheer from the twins.

"Excellent!"

"Shut up!" Hermione muttered.

Hermione stood quite helplessly in front of the door that led to the twins' room. Fred and George had explained to her that Bill had to stay in their room whenever he was staying at the Burrow, because frankly, there was no room.

She held a plate with a lovely looking breakfast, sausages and eggs, fresh bread and butter. The twins really did their best! It's smelled wonderful, but she was still unsure why on earth she had to bring it to him.

With her right feet, she pushed against the door, and it opened slowly. The sun had come up already, making the usually very dark room a bit lighter. She saw two empty beds, belonging to the twins and a spare bed, where Bill lied, fast asleep.

At least, she figured he was. But when Hermione stepped towards the bed, trying not to drop the plate, the oldest brother moved, and startled her.

Suddenly, he sat up straight and looked at her, frowning.

"Goodmorning!" Hermione said when she couldn't find any better words. Bill yawned extremely loud and continued looking at her.

"If you can call it that." he said softly. "You're Ron's friend, right?"

Hermione sighed. So Fred had been right, Bill barely knew she existed. Nice.

"Er, yes. Granger. I mean, Hermione." Hermione took a deep breath, cursing inwardly for her childish behaviour and then continued with a smile:

"How are you feeling?"

"Ill." he muttered, suddenly looking a lot like his younger brother, Ron. Ron with long hair and a fang earring, that is. He looked a bit flustered. But when Hermione stepped closer she decided he had an extremely red head.

"Your head!" she yelped, "I mean, you have a fever!"

Bill seemed to find this very funny, as he chuckled softly. "Yes, you are very smart to notice."

"Well, it's quite obvious really, I mean, look at" Hermione stopped in mid sentence when she realized Bill was mocking her.

"Oh."

Bills eyes focused on the plate she was holding.

"What's that?" he asked curiously.

"Breakfast, for you!" Hermione said cheerfully. She remembered the twins instructions not to mention it was made by them and added: "I heard you felt ill, so I made you breakfast!"

Bill gaped at the young girl in front of him. Was she serious? Did Rons little friend make him breakfast?

"You shouldn't have." he said, but reached out his hands to take the plate from her.

"No wait." Hermione said and placed the plate on his lap.

"Just sit up straight and don't move your legs, or you might spill something."

She sounded an awful lot like a mother to Bill. Hermione noticed her motherly tone herself and bit her lip.

"Right, yeah, it's because my dad is a big baby when he's ill, and we .."

Bill grinned for the first time that morning and nodded.

"I get it." he said and looked at his plate again. "Wow, Hermione was it?" Hermione nodded eagerly. "This looks great. Thanks!"

"Are you hungry at all?" she asked. "I mean, you have a fever, so.."

He shook his red head. "I'm starving." he said and took a bite off his sausage.

Hermione sat down on one of the empty beds and watched him contently. The twins had said Bill didn't mind some company, so she could easily stay.

And she did, feeling slightly uncomfortable, but still.

After a few seconds however, she noticed a small change in him. Her eyes widened and she looked at him closely. Bill didn't notice and ate some of his bread.

"Bill." she said softly and he looked at her.

"Hm?" he said with his mouth full. The entire situation seemed ridiculous.

"Your.. hair?" Hermione jerked up when she was absolutely certain something was changing about Bill.

"Bill knows us, he expects us to do something."

"We can't ask Ron or Gin to bring him his bloody breakfast, can we?"

"Perfect!"

A horrible feeling overcame Hermione and she stood up, reaching for her wand and ordered Bill to drop his sausage.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" she yelled and the plate on Bills lap floated in front of him. She moved it to the other empty bed, where she dropped it and looked at Bill again.

"Ok, what was that about?" he asked, still unaware of what had happened to him.

Hermione felt her cheeks redden and began stammering.

"Oh dear Merlin, I am so sorry Bill, I had no idea." she said and tried to touch his hair.

Bill grabbed her pulse before she could, and looked at her. "What is wrong?" he asked. He didn't look angry, more confused and ..slightly amused?

"Your hair, it's .. blue!" she said in absolute horror. "And your freckles, they.. are shifting colours!"

Bill moaned.

"I.. it was the breakfast!"

"Fred and George, right?" he asked kindly, looking straight in her eyes. Hermione just nodded, then realized what they put her up to and pulled her hand back from Bill.

"I am going to KILL them!" she yelled and turned to the door. Bill, who finally stood up to take a look at himself in the mirror, sighed.

"Just when you think they will leave you alone, they send in another." he said, pulling his long blue hair in disgust.

Hermione froze as she touched the doorknob.

"Wait a minute, I didn't do this on purpose!" she said angrily as she turned around. Bill stared at her, his freckles turning from yellow to green in a matter of seconds. She had to hide her laughter. Bill raised a brow.

"No, but I can see you are obviously amused by this." he said dryly.

"That's unfair; I was only trying to help you!"

"Some help you were."

"Why, I'd never.." Hermione trembled with anger, but was embarrassed just the same. "You know what Bill Weasley? You, AND George and Fred are.. just as awful as Ron is!"

She then saw how Bill was chuckling, and realized he had been laughing softly all the time. He wasn't angry at all; he was just disappointed in himself for not suspecting a thing. And the way Hermione made a scene seemed to amuse him the most. From the other end of the door she heard two voices snickering and laughing. She opened the door and glared at George and Fred, who, when they noticed her, couldn't stop laughing. They looked over her shoulder at their brother and nearly fell over laughing.

"I love the hair, Billy boy!" one of the yelled.

"Really matches the freckles!" the other one added.

"Honestly guys!" Hermione said in shocked voice. Bill shook his head and placed his big hand on her shoulder.

"Don't worry Hermione." he said in a calm, kind voice.

"Nice one, boys. Didn't see it coming."

"That's for sure!" they shrieked.

"But you had some help this time." Bill said and nodded at Hermione. Fred and George calmed down a bit and turned to Hermione.

"Granger, you were the best." Fred said. Hermione sighed and still felt horribly uncomfortable, especially with Bills hand resting on her shoulder, and Fred shaking her hand. George stood next to him and grinned.

"I knew you had it in you." he said, almost sounding proud.

"I have nothing in me, George. You just used me for your stupid prank, and I was only trying to help!" Hermione said, trying to sound calm, but failing still.

"It's your innocence that charms us the most, Hermione." he replied. "How did you know it was me?"

Apparently, Hermione had guessed right. "Luck." she sneered and looked at Bill.

"I'm really sorry," she started, but he waved her comment off.

"Don't worry. I only hope there's something we can do about it, because you bloody well can bet on it I am not going to walk around the house with blue hair." he said and aimed his glare at the twins.

"Easy, Bill, I'm sure mother will be able to help you out." Fred said seriously.

"And you'll match Ronald!"  George added enthusiastically.

"SHUT UP!" Another voice came from Ron's room. The door opened, a very angry looking boy with purple hair ran across the hall with a red head and entered the bathroom, locking it.

"Ron?" Both Bill and Hermione exclaimed. Harry showed his face, too, looking extremely sleepy.

"What on earth did you put in those sausages, Fred?" he asked.

Fred grinned. "Now you know why we didn't bring you any, Harry."

"Thanks, I guess." the boy yawned and stepped back in the room.

Hermione stared from Harry to the twins and then to the bathroom. Bill had walked after Ron and was now banging on the bathroom door.

"Come on Ron, open up!"

"Shan't!" an upset voice answered.

"Oh for Merlin's sake boy, my hair is blue!" he yelled back, his head still red from the fever, but cheerfully decorated with blue freckles.

"I have purple hair, Bill. Purple!"

"At least you don't have bloody colour changing freckles!"

"You what?"

There was a soft murmur, then the bathroom door unlocked and opened.

Ron steppe out looking extremely flustered, but upon noticing Bill, a huge smile appeared on his face.

"I am so glad I didn't touch that bread!" he laughed at his brother.

Fred and George couldn't hold their laughter anymore and pulled Hermione with them downstairs, before Bill or Ron could do anything about it.