A/N: Yes, that was fluffy and ooc, but also very like them in some ways. George needs help, turns to Fred. They screw things up immensely by reveling Hermione and Draco's growing love for each other before either one is ready to admit it. And plus, they know about secret rooms that we've never noticed before! :CD Okay, enough. Bai!
PS: Ditz alert! I almost had Krum ask Hermione to the Yule ball in this chapter. Yes, I am blonde. And I do intend to warp time a bit, so there are a few minor plot-holes. But it's all good.
PPS: If anyone still believes that their parents will be okay with their grades "as long as you do your best," I want them to know that really means "As long as it's above a B." and parents cannot be trusted. Ever.
Dark Side Of The Moon
"You guys have really out-done yourselves this time." I growled, clenching my fists at my side.
"Yeah, I know." Fred said happily.
I turned towards him abruptly. "Untie him right now!" I screamed.
He stepped back, but then hurried forward and started untying Draco.
"Hermione, what is the problem here?" George cried, holding his head with both hands. "You obviously like him, I'm pretty sure he likes you, since we found him skulking around the library muttering your name, and oh yeah, the fact that he kissed you!"
"The problem? The problem is you two always thinking you know what's best for people and doing it before you even think about it!"
They looked confused. Who wouldn't be? Draco was finally free, but for once, he was keeping his mouth shut.
"Why don't you two stop trying to act like you want to help me and be serious and go drop a dungbomb in someone's pants?"
Oh great, now George and Fred are giving me those kicked-puppy eyes. I sighed. "Just leave me alone, okay? Just, leave me alone."
With that I walked out of the room, then ran for the common room, not even bothering to notice Draco had followed me out but sped off towards the dungeons.
Okay, I thought, as I gave the password to the Fat Lady. No more drama. I shouldn't be afraid of Draco, so I'm not going to hide in the kitchens or anything. I'm going to bed at 10:00 tonight, and I'm not going to miss any more classes. I will act just like I always have to Fred and George. If anyone asks what happened, I'll tell them I was practicing charms, and my wand slipped, and a confounding charm hit my mirror and rebounded at me.
Yeah, if only.
I looked at the clock in the common room. 7:38. I could probably still get some dinner. I hadn't eaten in a while.
I went down to the common room and ate some leftovers and listened to Viktor Krum talking about Quidditch to a group of girls.
Oh, the Tri-Wizard Tournament. I'd forgotten all about it.
Apparently Harry and Ron haven't.
"Come on, Hermione, we've got to go to the library." Ron whined, pulling on my arm as I finished my soup.
"Hey, that's my line." I joked wearily, hoping to finish my bread, but when Harry started pulling, I got up and went with them.
I was only half-listening as they discussed strategies for surviving underwater. I was flipping pages randomly, trying to work out a schedule to finish all the homework I had missed. All of my teachers had taken my confounding story rather well, except Snape, who said he saw the Weasley twins carrying me. I told him I had been confounded so bad I didn't recall that. His only response to that was some muttered remark about all brains but no common sense.
"That looks disgusting Hermione." Ron said, leaning over and looking at what page I was on.
I looked down. "Oh, this is no use." I said, snapping shut 'Weird Wizarding Dilemas' as though I had actually been searching. "Who on earth wants to make their nose hair grow in ringlets?"
"I wouldn't mind." Said Fred Weasley's voice. "Be a talking point, wouldn't it?"
Harry, Ron aid I looked up. Fred and George had just emerged from behind some bookshelves.
"What're you two doing here?" Ron asked. Fred was looking at me uncertainly behind him. I looked back at Harry.
"Looking for you," said George. "McGonagall wants you, Ron. And you, Hermione."
I paled considerably. If this was another one of their plans...
"Why?" I asked.
"Dunno...she was looking a bit grim though." said Fred.
"We're supposed to take you down to her office." Said George.
I told Harry bye, and we started walking towards her office.
As we were walking, George and I seemed to be slowing down, until Fred and Ron were halfway up the hall and out of earshot.
"I just wanted to apologize for yesterday." George started. "I don't understand you guys. You told me yourself you fancy him, and he just happens to be hanging around your favorite haunt, muttering your name right after he kissed you. It seems like it would be clear to most anyone that you-"
"I told you, leave me alone." I snapped, starting to speed up.
He grabbed my arm. "Come on, I'm trying to apologize here-"
"You're not doing a very good job." I sneered.
He just stared at me, then sighed hopelessly. "We'd better hurry up, or people are going to start believing Fred's rumor."
PS: Ditz alert! I almost had Krum ask Hermione to the Yule ball in this chapter. Yes, I am blonde. And I do intend to warp time a bit, so there are a few minor plot-holes. But it's all good.
PPS: If anyone still believes that their parents will be okay with their grades "as long as you do your best," I want them to know that really means "As long as it's above a B." and parents cannot be trusted. Ever.
Dark Side Of The Moon
"You guys have really out-done yourselves this time." I growled, clenching my fists at my side.
"Yeah, I know." Fred said happily.
I turned towards him abruptly. "Untie him right now!" I screamed.
He stepped back, but then hurried forward and started untying Draco.
"Hermione, what is the problem here?" George cried, holding his head with both hands. "You obviously like him, I'm pretty sure he likes you, since we found him skulking around the library muttering your name, and oh yeah, the fact that he kissed you!"
"The problem? The problem is you two always thinking you know what's best for people and doing it before you even think about it!"
They looked confused. Who wouldn't be? Draco was finally free, but for once, he was keeping his mouth shut.
"Why don't you two stop trying to act like you want to help me and be serious and go drop a dungbomb in someone's pants?"
Oh great, now George and Fred are giving me those kicked-puppy eyes. I sighed. "Just leave me alone, okay? Just, leave me alone."
With that I walked out of the room, then ran for the common room, not even bothering to notice Draco had followed me out but sped off towards the dungeons.
Okay, I thought, as I gave the password to the Fat Lady. No more drama. I shouldn't be afraid of Draco, so I'm not going to hide in the kitchens or anything. I'm going to bed at 10:00 tonight, and I'm not going to miss any more classes. I will act just like I always have to Fred and George. If anyone asks what happened, I'll tell them I was practicing charms, and my wand slipped, and a confounding charm hit my mirror and rebounded at me.
Yeah, if only.
I looked at the clock in the common room. 7:38. I could probably still get some dinner. I hadn't eaten in a while.
I went down to the common room and ate some leftovers and listened to Viktor Krum talking about Quidditch to a group of girls.
Oh, the Tri-Wizard Tournament. I'd forgotten all about it.
Apparently Harry and Ron haven't.
"Come on, Hermione, we've got to go to the library." Ron whined, pulling on my arm as I finished my soup.
"Hey, that's my line." I joked wearily, hoping to finish my bread, but when Harry started pulling, I got up and went with them.
I was only half-listening as they discussed strategies for surviving underwater. I was flipping pages randomly, trying to work out a schedule to finish all the homework I had missed. All of my teachers had taken my confounding story rather well, except Snape, who said he saw the Weasley twins carrying me. I told him I had been confounded so bad I didn't recall that. His only response to that was some muttered remark about all brains but no common sense.
"That looks disgusting Hermione." Ron said, leaning over and looking at what page I was on.
I looked down. "Oh, this is no use." I said, snapping shut 'Weird Wizarding Dilemas' as though I had actually been searching. "Who on earth wants to make their nose hair grow in ringlets?"
"I wouldn't mind." Said Fred Weasley's voice. "Be a talking point, wouldn't it?"
Harry, Ron aid I looked up. Fred and George had just emerged from behind some bookshelves.
"What're you two doing here?" Ron asked. Fred was looking at me uncertainly behind him. I looked back at Harry.
"Looking for you," said George. "McGonagall wants you, Ron. And you, Hermione."
I paled considerably. If this was another one of their plans...
"Why?" I asked.
"Dunno...she was looking a bit grim though." said Fred.
"We're supposed to take you down to her office." Said George.
I told Harry bye, and we started walking towards her office.
As we were walking, George and I seemed to be slowing down, until Fred and Ron were halfway up the hall and out of earshot.
"I just wanted to apologize for yesterday." George started. "I don't understand you guys. You told me yourself you fancy him, and he just happens to be hanging around your favorite haunt, muttering your name right after he kissed you. It seems like it would be clear to most anyone that you-"
"I told you, leave me alone." I snapped, starting to speed up.
He grabbed my arm. "Come on, I'm trying to apologize here-"
"You're not doing a very good job." I sneered.
He just stared at me, then sighed hopelessly. "We'd better hurry up, or people are going to start believing Fred's rumor."