Edited May 2007

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Chapter 2: '363666ABC' explained

Mrs. Weasley waits patently for the three to wake up. Sitting on the sofa she stares at her knitting which is knitting itself in front of her. She hasn't been able to think of a good reason for Hermione's bra to be by the door.

She jumps up as she hears movement above her. Taking out her wand she waves it and three bowels of soup appear. Taking a deep breath she steels herself and heads upstairs.

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'Fred! Quick where's that bra at, before your mum comes in!' Hermione, who has just woken up, asks form under her bed- because things mostly end up there.

'Its by the door, remember Mione,' he grumbles from his pillow.

She makes it to the door and is just about to grab it when Mrs. Weasley comes in, causing her to make a small 'eep' and back slowly away from the door.

'Ah, here you are dears, have a spot of food,' Mrs. Weasley smiles and levitates trays in front of both Fred and George who seem to have woken up upon hearing the word food. Hermione grabs her tray mid-levitate and sits back down on her bed to eat. Her eyes tail to her bra then back quickly to her eggs.

Mrs. Weasley watches them for a minute, notices Hermione's traveling eyes, before glancing towards the door herself and finally asking what she wanted to since reading the parchment.

'What were the 3 of you doing all night?' The 3 look at each other puzzled. 'I read that star-whatsit log you wrote,' she explains.

George snorts into his pumpkin juice, Hermione giggles and Fred chokes on his toast.

'I take it you did something amusing that you don't want me informed of.' Mrs Weasley purses her lips.

'No, no mum, it wasn't all bad, we just had some fun that's all.' George says, around his badly hidden laughs.

'Then explain it to me George, and don't leave out the part about how Hermione's Bra ended up by the door.'

'Oh! I can tell you that right now,' starts Fred. 'Her and George were snogging, and it was getting a little heated and-' Fred was interrupted by the sudden assult of two pillows.

'FRED!' Hermione and George scream practically in unison after launching their pillows.

'Is this true George?' asks Mrs. Weasley, her face matching her hair.

'No mum, its no where near the truth! Here, I'll explain everything we did last night….' George settles himself to talk, glances at Hermione and Fred then starts.

'Well you see, we were really bored. It was the first full day we were stuck up here. And having a late night we slept almost all day as you remember, so we woke up around 3. That's when you brought us lunch.

'After that we talked dad into getting us some games we could play. Muggle games I mean- you know dad has a rather large collection of them- and it's the only thing really when your sick, so we played all of them.

'Around 7 you brought us dinner, and we went back to sleep for a while, and well, I was the last to wake up. That must have been around midnight……' George wiggles a bit, careful not to upset his pox and bring on more unwanted scratching, and tells his story.

' "What are you thinking about Mione?" I asked, sitting up and thinking it must be around midnight.

"Just thinking of how stupid I was to leave my diary at home," she said, perched up against her headboard.

"Hey!" Fred almost-shouted, causing me and Mione to jump slightly. "Lets keep a diary of what we do in here!" Fred looked excitedly at me and I shrugged, as did Hermione.

"Do we have to call it a diary?" I asked. Diary sounded to girly.

"No, no of course not…um, let me think….Hermione, what do you think we should call it?" Fred donned his Serious Thinking face that makes him look a bit constipated-'

('Oi! What do you think it makes you look then?' Fred asks, mildly offended. 'Dashing?' George retorts, innocently. Mrs. Weasley clears her throat and George goes back to the tale.)

'Hermione thinks a moment then smiles, "how bout Stargate Log?"

"Where did you get stargate from?" Fred asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, stargate is from a muggle show that I watched a couple times," Hermione explained. Me and Fred just looked more confused, so she sighed and said, "never mind, just use it."

We shrugged and decided to use it.

"I'll write in it first since it was my idea" Fred says getting out parchment and a quill. "Hermione, you can go next, you thought of the name. And George! You can do it after Mione." Fred started writing.

"When can we read it?" I asked Fred, as me and Hermione were trying to look over his shoulder.

Fred merely stood and went to his desk. "When I'm done."

We nodded and I tried to scratch but Hermione swatted my hand away….'

(Mrs. Wealey glares at George as if telling him he should know better then to scratch.)

' "Guess what?" I asked as I rubbed my hand.

"What?" Hermione didn't even look sorry for hitting me.

"I'm not nauseous anymore!"

I got up and started to jump around. Fred watched then started writing on his parchment, smirking.

"Let me read what you just wrote," Hermione pleaded, trying to disentangle herself form the blanket. But instead she ended up falling forwards onto me, since I stopped jumping around and decided her bed was more comfortable.

"No!" Fred said simply.

"Fine. Be that way!" She pushed herself off me and scooted back to where she was sitting.

The night was growing darker, and we kept playing around and talking. All the while Fred took time outs to write parts of his log.

"Being sick can have perks," Hermione said as she picked up a book that Harry had dropped off not long after we were sentenced to the room.

"If you say so," I said to her, with a roll of my eyes.

We sat in silence for a few minutes while Fred looked around then kept writing. When he was done, he broke the silence.

"This rolly chair is really amusing!" Fred stated as he started to roll around.

"You're a nutter, you know that?" Every started to laugh, and Fred went to his parchment. He kept rolling around 'till Miones bag got in his way and made him come to an abrupt halt.'

('Abrupt halt, nice term Forge.' 'Thank you Gred.')

'He glared at the bag and went back to writing. A minute or so later we heard a farting sound coming from here Fred was sitting.

"Fred! Mate, say excuse me next time!" I said, looking over at him.

"It was the chair!"

"Sure…" We all started to laugh.

('It WAS the chair,' Fred argues. 'Sure it was Fred, I believe you,' Hermione says slightly laughing. 'May I continue?' George asks them both. 'Please do,' they both reply earning a small smile from Mrs. Weasley.)

' "It hurts to laugh… I think I'm nauseous again.'

But none of us stopped. Then Hermione made a little twitch like movement and insisted it was her trying not to scratch.

Fred yawned and said something like poop giggle something after it, and that caused us to laugh harder.

"Riiiiight," I said shaking my head, but still laughing.

There was silence again, only the scrathing of Freds quill was heard.

With a determined face Mione stood up to try and take a peak at what he was writing, but he just poked her in her belly button. She scowled and walked over to her bag, where she turned to me and grinned mischievously. Then she reached in, grabbed a bra and chucked it at Fred. It caught him off guard and he almost fell out of his chair.

That made another round of laugher erupt. When it all settled down Mione looked around for her bra.

"Fred? Where did that bra go?" She asked, looking over by where Fred was sitting.

"Wouldn't it be something if Mum came in here, and saw it laying out?" I said as I walked over to my own clothes and tossed some on the floor by my bed. "And that will just add to it!"

Hermione rolled her eyes, but cant suppress a giggle at what people would think was going on in here all day and night.

"That would be something," Hermione mumbled as she gave up her search and sat down.

I sat back down too. On my own bed this time, then fell backwards. "I'm beat already, and its only what? 4am."

"Me too," Hermione said, and I guessed she was back laying down also.

'And that's it Mum, honest. I fell asleep, so did Mione, and Fred I guess finished his log.'

Mrs. Weasley looks at her son for a minute then smiles. 'Ok dears, I believe that's all you did. Now finish up eating, its going on 4 in the evening already!' Mrs. Weasley is looking relieved and starts walking to the door.

'Oh, and clean up those clothes George and Hermione, do put your bra back.' And with that she walks out closing the door. The three teens start snickering and finish their food.

'Did we really sleep twelve hours?' George wonders aloud, but the other two are more concerned with their rapidly chilling dinner.

'Well, Mione,' Fred says once he is finished, 'I do believe it is your turn to write a log tonight.'

Hermione smirks. 'Oh, don't worry, it'll be good. Should we leave it out for someone to read? I know the last was an accident, but it was fun to see their reactions.'

'My, my, little Hermione Granger the prefect wants to mess with people! Well then by all means Miss Granger, leave it out!' Fred looks a little proud.

Hermione just smirks more, and starts thinking of all the interesting things she's about to write about, whether deliberately or not.

'Mione, I like you like this! Marry me!' George jokes Hermione sticks her tongue out at him, but plays along, nonetheless.

'Ok!' They all begin laughing again and start to think of things to do all night.

AN: hey! Ok, I forgot to mention this is pretty much set when ever you want it to. I'm thinking summer before 6th year.

Next chapter is up as well. Its Hermiones log… Just to clarify- Fred wrote the first one…Hermione's got the 2nd and George the 3rd, and it will go on in that order.