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Chapter 3: Severe Punishment
When Arthur Weasley woke up, he could hear only one thing. It wasn't the soft breathing of his wife; it wasn't Crookshanks who snuck around the house, not even the gnomes who made an awful lot of noise. He heard his sons, yelling and cursing even, so early in the morning. He yawned, pushed Molly gently aside and got up.
If he had heard correctly, and he was positive he had, it was Ron who was cursing. And he was almost sure it was Bill who tried to calm him down, but still in a rather loud voice.
"Molly, trouble." he whispered in her ear. The magical words woke up Molly Weasley and within the second she stood next to her bed.
"Fred, George? Where!" she almost hissed, but couldn't hold back a yawn.
"Blimey Arthur, it's so early!" she said in shock. Arthur didn't respond, as he was looking around the corner. When he looked back in the room, a look of confusion decorated his face.
"I think I just saw Ron." he said.
"And? He's our son, Arthur, he lives here." Molly sighed and walked up to him.
"No, I think I just saw Ron, with purple hair."
Molly had opened her mouth to exclaim her shock, but then heard a rather loud word she didn't like and turned red.
"Ronald Weasley, I did not just hear you say that!" she yelled and walked past her husband onto the hallway.
Ronald Weasley turned even redder. Then almost purple, matching his hair. When Molly looked at him, almost fuming, she stopped in mid sentence and stared at him.
Then Bill, or something that looked like her oldest son, except for the fact he had blue hair and green freckles.
"You.. uh.."
Bill nodded slowly, a amused twinkle in his eye but his lip in a pout, and looked at his hair.
"Fred." he stated.
"And George!" Ron said, pulling his hair in frustration.
Molly sighed, really loud and deep, and walked up to her youngest son. She ruffled his hair, examining it.
"Oh Ron, that won't help." she said while she studied Bills face.
"Oh bloody hell," Arthur cursed, earning a glare from his wife, "They've done it again, haven't they!?"
"Mom, Dad," Bill said calmly, "I do believe they did. I suggest we take care of the twins and then, for the love of Merlin, get that purple out of Rons hair." he grinned. Ron tried to punch him, but failed, obviously.
Hermione had buried her hands in her head. For half an hour, at least, she had been sitting like that, hiding her red head from the others at the table.
There were only two. Fred and George had stopped laughing after about ten minutes and then turned their attention to Hermione. Fred sighed.
"Granger, come on!"
"Hermione.. it was only Bill!" George tried. "He's used to this!"
"But not from me!"
"You were bloody brilliant!" Fred assured her, and George nodded in agreement.
"I had nothing to do with it! You guys set me up!"
"And you did a great job!"
"I don't want to do a great job!" she yelled in complete distress.
Fred and George grinned at her and each other.
"Tell me you lie." Fred said, his voice sounding almost afraid.
Hermione looked up from her hands and sighed. "What?"
"You, Hermione Granger, Gryffindors finest, don't want to do a great job?"
Hermione moaned.
"You know I didn't mean that." she said softly. "Not like that."
George and Fred released another outburst of laughter.
"You crack me up, Granger." Fred admitted through his tears. Hermione smiled bitterly.
"Glad I'm able to amuse someone."
The expression on her face was all pleasant. After staring at her for a few seconds, George actually felt sorry for her.
"All right Fred, enough is enough."
Fred seemed almost shocked upon hearing his brother saying this, but one look at Hermione – who had continued staring pleasantly at her toes – silenced him as well.
Hermione noticed the sudden silence and looked up. Her face had regained a normal colour and she a tad bit calmer.
"Thanks Fred." she told George, who did something very un Weasley like. He smirked. It made him look rather, Malfoy-ish. Which meant, good looking, yet it didn't suit him.
"Eh, Hermione." Fred snapped his fingers in front of her eyes. "I'm Fred."
She blinked. "You're kidding, right?"
"Not this time."
She sighed, slamming her head on the table softly. (A/N: how does one slam ones head SOFTLY on the table? *grin*)
"I will never learn." she muttered.
George tugged her hair, causing her to look up.
"All right, 'Mione," he said, looking surprisingly serious, "Since you helped us out with the summer joke, I'll let you in on a secret."
Fred looked at him, and then realized what he was on about.
"Right, fair enough." he nodded. "Only Ginny knows about this, because the brat's just too damn smart."
"There's a very easy way to keep us apart, really." George admitted happily.
Hermione sat up straight and looked at the two boys in front of her.
To her left was –she now knew- Fred. He had a fair tan, a face covered with freckles and – obviously – red hair. He was broadly shouldered – she recalled Oliver Wood calling them "Living Bludgers" – and wore an old red t shirt on a pair of filthy jeans.
To her right, she saw George. He also had a fair tan, the same freckled face and the Weasley hair. He wore the exact same shirt (why on earth did twins have to dress alike?) and had the same friendly eyes. She shook her head. No, she couldn't tell the difference.
George snickered. "Finished examining?" he asked.
"Like what you see?" Fred added with a sexy voice that most certainly didn't sound like his. All Hermione did was roll her eyes.
"How then?" she asked.
George smiled broadly. "Cheek." he said.
"Cheek?" Hermione repeated curiously, and instantly her eyes fell upon his cheek. She looked, but couldn't discover anything until George pointed at something. Was it a dark freckle, a mole? Hermione couldn't quite figure it out, but when her eyes flashed over to Fred, she noticed that exact freckle-mole wasn't there. And now that she'd seen it, it was a very obvious freckle-mole.
She clapped her hands cheerfully, when she finally saw the difference.
"Excellent! And so.. obvious!" she said in an amazed voice. The twins grinned at her reaction.
"How come Ginny knows, but your mum doesn't?"
"Mum's too busy pulling our ears all the time, while Gin has that nasty habit of studying people." George – she could finally tell – shrugged.
"Speaking of dear ol' mum." Fred said and suddenly paled.
"Good morning mother."
A very angry looking Molly Weasley stood in the kitchen, one hand on her hip, the other one clenched in a fist. Behind her stood a very upset Ron, who threw several glares at the twins, and a now almost laughing Bill.
George whistled softly. "Bill, Bill. Your age, and still hiding behind our mother?" he told his oldest brother.
Bill grinned wickedly at George and Fred, rested his eyes friendly on Hermione – who felt very uncomfortable again - and wrinkled his nose.
"Sorry guys, but after this stunt you pulled on me, I'm one hundred percent behind mum."
"Silence, Bill" Molly ordered him, and walked to the kitchen sink without paying further attention to Fred or George. They gulped; Hermione could tell they were finally realizing the trouble they were in. Molly placed to equally large buckets in the sick and reached for her wand. A spell containing the word aqua later, she placed the full buckets in front of the twins and looked at them.
"Apologize, wands away, and clean." she said. "Now." The last word was almost unnecessary, as Fred and George already stood, holding the buckets and turned to their brothers.
"Well, you know." Fred started, suddenly less charismatic than usual.
"Oh come on Ron," George sighed. "Purple suits you!"
Hermione didn't have to look in Ron's direction to know what he was doing. He gritted his teeth and glared at them.
"Mom?"
"Fred, George, APOLOGIZE."
"Sorry," came the muffled response, and the two turned back to their mother.
"Clean?" they asked, almost too afraid to ask.
Molly nodded with a small smile upon her face.
"The house, the garden, everything."
Their jaws dropped. "It's summer!" Fred started.
"Bills hair is blue and his freckles are matching Rons hair." she said without blinking.
George snickered, and even Hermione could giggle at this comment.
"Fair enough" George sighed in defeat and put on a smile. "Fred, dear brother, let us depart!"
"All right, George my pal, clean we shall."
When they reached the doorway, they turned around and looked at Hermione. She raised a brow.
"What?!"
"Care to join us, Miss Granger?" George asked sweetly and winked.
Hermione, who felt extremely guilty, actually considered it, but Molly Weasly responded before she could.
"No, she won't. She can help me, with undoing what you two.. TROLLS did to your brothers!"
The twins had already left the kitchen, and Bill sat down next to Hermione, grinning at her.
"What?" he asked when he saw how she couldn't stop staring at his blue hair with a face of guilt –which, according to him, looked quite cute on her. "Blue isn't my color?"
"No. I mean, yes. I mean, NO! Oh, Ron." she sighed as Bill chuckled, and looked at her best friend with begging eyes. Ron was too busy being angry at the world.
"I need breakfast." she stated. "Preferably NOT made by any Weasley twin."
The attic was Hermione's least favourite place of the Burrow. She was certain it held some of the most interesting things, but it was smelly, dusty and haunted. Three reasons to stay away from it. But when Mrs. Weasley had asked her to fetch the twins, she couldn't refuse. Even though she helped fixing the "hair issue", and she could finally breathe normally around Bill, she still felt incredibly stupid and made a mental note to herself to PUNISH herself. It sucked being an idiot, she stated, when she looked around the dark attic.
"George?" she whispered, looking one way. There seemed to be no one.
"Fred?" she said, a bit louder. A box was pushed aside and one of the twins stepped from behind it.
"What, did you find Fred?" he asked. Hermione looked closer and discovered it was George.
"What do you mean, find Fred? He's with you!"
George pointed at the empty space next to me.
"Oh yes, I forgot, invisible Fred, how are you doing, old chap?" he shook a non existing hand, and then looked at Hermione. "He isn't here, 'Mione."
"So? He's probably downstairs or something!" she said, feeling slightly uncomfortable at the thought of misplacing a FRED.
"Did you run into him on your way up, then?"
"Well, no. Ok, so he's not there. But how can you loose Fred?"
"I didn't lose Fred, he's just.. around here!"
"George, look at this mess!" Hermione waved her arms fanatically. "The Burrow isn't that big, and this attic is miniscule!"
George simply stared at her.
"Oh, George Weasley, if this is another one of your stupid jokes, I'll"
She couldn't continue, as George had pushed her on the ground and caught a box filled with blankets in the process.
"WAS THAT REALLY NECCESARY?" he yelled up, angrily. Hermione rubbed the back of her head and got up.
"Who are you yelling at?" she asked confused. "And why did you have to be so rough!"
"Ghoul." he muttered, then glanced at Hermione. "I'm sorry, just, used to being rough around here. Usually it's Charlie, or Bill who I'm pushing around, and that's not easy you know." he ended his sentence with a grin.
Hermione smiled weakly. "I suppose it's not." Looking up, she frowned.
"So where's this ghoul of yours? Does it have a name?" (A/N: I'm not sure if the ghoul made an actual appearance in the books)
George frowned. "Come on, 'Mione, name the ghoul? We may be redheads, but we're not daft!"
Hermione shrugged. "I don't know, Ginny also named one of your gnomes, you know."
"She didn't!" he laughed. Hermione nodded with a grin.
"Aside from the fact we pretend every gnome is Snape, of course."
"Haha, you two are daft."
"We are not!"
"WE ARE NOT" a voice echoed. Hermione froze next to George, who seemed unimpressed.
"Do ghouls actually talk?" Hermione whispered.
"I thought they just made a lot of noise. Maybe this one is smart." he reasoned cheerfully.
"Just what we need, a smart ghoul."
"Oh come on, 'Mione," George said and pushed her away again when an old coat flew right past their heads. "It's probably Fred, or something."
Hermione stared at the coat, which was now on the ground. "This place is .."
"Dangerous. Can't believe mum is actually forcing us to clean up here," George replied.
"Yeah, it doesn't seem to be working." Hermione said, studying the attic.
George shook his head. "The ghoul gets all excited when we're around, so he keeps throwing things around. Fun avoiding, but pretty annoying when.."
"CHAZAM!"
George never got to finish his story, and Hermione's nerves worked overtime that morning. With a swift move, the young witch turned around, waved her arms in the air and knocked a broad grinning Fred down the stairs. No wands present, no charms available, the freckle head hit the ground with a loud "BANG" and looked up, at a horrified Hermione and a simply stunned George.
"That was fun, wasn't it?" Fred managed to bring out, before he actually passed out.
"Oh Merlin," Hermione groaned and rested her hand on Georges shoulder. "Molly Weasley is going to kill me."
I'm going to make this sound VERY un Harry Potterish.. but my first intention after writing this chapter, was to make this a Hermione, George and Bill LOVETRIANGLE. Hahaha, that would be soo wrong. Anyway, I will involve Bill in the story, because Bill rocks. And he needs to appear more in the books!
