Disclaimer: The characters and settings are J.K.Rowling's. The idea is Tamora Pierce's. But putting them together is all me. Go me. Yeah, yeah. Woot.
Chapter 2: Mr. Hermione
Fifteen minutes later Hermione Flooed into the Leaky Cauldron. She hurried over to Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes where the Hogwarts students were buying up all the Mysterious Multiplying Mice and Skivving Snackboxes they would need for the coming year.
Lisa and Ethan, Fred and George's assistants were behind the counter ringing up Canary Creams, Ton-Tongue Toffees and Hairy Berry Rolls (Fruit roll-ups that caused four feet of hair to grow from the face of the person who ate them). Hermione waved at them and slipped through the back door.
"Watch it!" Fred or George yelled as something exploded on their work table.
Hermione dropped face first on the floor. She waited until the crackling sounds stopped before tentatively standing up.
"Well! Hello Hermione!" George said, smiling, his face a light shade of gray.
"What can we do for you?" Fred looked up, his eyebrows smoking.
"I, er, need your help."
Simultaneously, they raised their eyebrows, well, George did.
"With, a, er, a charm."
They waited.
"A Sexus Mutare Charm."
"I'm sorry, Miss Head Girl, Miss Perfect N.E.W.T. Score. I believe I have misunderstood you." Fred said lightly, twisting a finger in his ear.
Hermione sighed sharply.
"Look," she snapped, exasperated. "It's quite simple. Harry and Ron are going to an all-boys school for four months of training and I want to go and get the same kind of training, except it's an all-boys school, so I've decided to use a Sexus Mutare Charm to attend the school without anyone's knowledge. Is that so hard to understand?"
Fred and George stared at her a moment before slowly meeting each other's eyes. Hermione had an eerie sensation they were speaking without words.
"Fred? George?" She said slowly.
They turned back to her, smiling.
"What an excellent joke!" Fred said.
"We will, of course, help you out." George grinned. "Are you going to tell anyone, ever?"
"I suppose....I haven't really thought about it."
"Well." Fred said as he circled her. "We have to get you some clothes but that's not the most important thing. You need to completely forget that you are a girl. Nobody will treat you like one, meaning you may get beat up and you'll be expected to do all the work that the boys do."
"Hermione, you know," George said, hesitantly. "There are reason's that girls aren't allowed in at Torquall."
Hermione jumped up, indignantly.
"George Weasley! If you think I am weaker than Harry Potter or Ron Weasley then I want nothing more to do with you. It's a very biased idea! Girls can do anything boys can!"
"Well, it's just that there's a lot of er-" at Hermione's glare he cut himself off. "You'll have to share a room with other boys, you know."
"Well I-!" She began to yell, but Fred interrupted.
"Okay. Calm yourself. Just as long as you know this is going to be hard work. And we only have two weeks to prepare you for the world of boys." Fred said, dramatically.
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Please. Can we just get started?"
"Most definitely." George said as Fred locked the door. "Are you ready, Mr. Hermione?"
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Chapter 2: Mr. Hermione
Fifteen minutes later Hermione Flooed into the Leaky Cauldron. She hurried over to Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes where the Hogwarts students were buying up all the Mysterious Multiplying Mice and Skivving Snackboxes they would need for the coming year.
Lisa and Ethan, Fred and George's assistants were behind the counter ringing up Canary Creams, Ton-Tongue Toffees and Hairy Berry Rolls (Fruit roll-ups that caused four feet of hair to grow from the face of the person who ate them). Hermione waved at them and slipped through the back door.
"Watch it!" Fred or George yelled as something exploded on their work table.
Hermione dropped face first on the floor. She waited until the crackling sounds stopped before tentatively standing up.
"Well! Hello Hermione!" George said, smiling, his face a light shade of gray.
"What can we do for you?" Fred looked up, his eyebrows smoking.
"I, er, need your help."
Simultaneously, they raised their eyebrows, well, George did.
"With, a, er, a charm."
They waited.
"A Sexus Mutare Charm."
"I'm sorry, Miss Head Girl, Miss Perfect N.E.W.T. Score. I believe I have misunderstood you." Fred said lightly, twisting a finger in his ear.
Hermione sighed sharply.
"Look," she snapped, exasperated. "It's quite simple. Harry and Ron are going to an all-boys school for four months of training and I want to go and get the same kind of training, except it's an all-boys school, so I've decided to use a Sexus Mutare Charm to attend the school without anyone's knowledge. Is that so hard to understand?"
Fred and George stared at her a moment before slowly meeting each other's eyes. Hermione had an eerie sensation they were speaking without words.
"Fred? George?" She said slowly.
They turned back to her, smiling.
"What an excellent joke!" Fred said.
"We will, of course, help you out." George grinned. "Are you going to tell anyone, ever?"
"I suppose....I haven't really thought about it."
"Well." Fred said as he circled her. "We have to get you some clothes but that's not the most important thing. You need to completely forget that you are a girl. Nobody will treat you like one, meaning you may get beat up and you'll be expected to do all the work that the boys do."
"Hermione, you know," George said, hesitantly. "There are reason's that girls aren't allowed in at Torquall."
Hermione jumped up, indignantly.
"George Weasley! If you think I am weaker than Harry Potter or Ron Weasley then I want nothing more to do with you. It's a very biased idea! Girls can do anything boys can!"
"Well, it's just that there's a lot of er-" at Hermione's glare he cut himself off. "You'll have to share a room with other boys, you know."
"Well I-!" She began to yell, but Fred interrupted.
"Okay. Calm yourself. Just as long as you know this is going to be hard work. And we only have two weeks to prepare you for the world of boys." Fred said, dramatically.
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Please. Can we just get started?"
"Most definitely." George said as Fred locked the door. "Are you ready, Mr. Hermione?"
A/N: Just like I promised...fast! More soon! Comedia