Edited May 2007

Disclaimer: Still not mine. Check again next chapter.

Chapter 5a

After sneaking the log back into the 'sick ward' as he is now calling it for many reasons, Ron makes his way down stairs and to his breakfast.

'Percy?' Asks Mrs. Weasley, just as Ron was sitting down next to Harry. 'Was that you up in the middle of the night?'

'Yes Mum, I was-'

'Spying on Hermione in the bathroom!' Rom interrupts.

Harry smacks his forehead and whole table goes silent.

'Ronald Weasley!' Mrs. Weasley breaks the silence, voice loud.

'He's the one who did it not me!' Ron states, his ears turning a bit red.

Harry, hand still on his forehead, closes his eyes and shakes his head. He gets up and drags Ron out of the kitchen. Leaving behind a red faced Percy to explain what really happened.

Meanwhile in the 'Sick Ward'…

'Mione you awake?' Hermione sleepily opens the eye not smothered in her pillow.

'What do you want George?' She asks after she closes it again.

'How did you know it was me?'

'Don't know. Just did.' She pushes herself up and leans against the head bored. George climbs into bed and sits next to her. 'So, what did you want?'

'Your log dear Hermione, has been moved!' Fred answers as he sits on her other side.

'Really?'

'Mhm,' Fred smirks.

'Wonder who picked it up.' Hermione muses as she stretches. 'What time is it?' She asks through a yawn.
George glances over at the clock on the desk. 'Bout 7.'

'Why so early? We only went to bed at 4! That's only 3 hours ago.' The twins applaud.

'Very good 'Mione! You can subtract!' Hermione glares at Fred.

'Shut up. Do you think your mum found it again?' Fred shakes his head.

'I don't think it was Mum, she would have woken us up straight away.'

'Do you hear that?' Hermione asks after a couple seconds of silence. The twins eyes widen.

'Sounds like someone is coming up the stairs.' They say in perfect unison, eyes on the door.

'Quick, act like you're sleeping,' Hermione whispers as she lays back down. The twins follow.

'Not in my bed!' She whispers harshly, glaring at each quickly.

'Right,' they both reply, already starting to get out of the bed.

However the sound of the door opening prevents them form leaving. So they decided to make themselves comfy.

'Ron, I don't see why we have to wake them.' Harry argues as Ron opens the door.

'Because Harry, I want to-' Ron cuts off his sentence as he looks at Hermione's bed. 'I knew it!!' he says much louder then a whisper.

'Oi! Do you mind? Some of us are trying to sleep,' Fred says.

Harry ignores him and looks at Ron then to the three, taking it all in. Hermione is in the middle on her side, with Georges (he's guessing) arms around her, Fred is behind hugging her.

'Maybe you were right,' he says looking to Ron again.

'Right about what?' Hermione asks, lifting her head from Georges chest and suppresses a laugh at the looks on her best friends faces.

'Did we wake you?' Harry asks as a little color comes to his face. Hermione just rolls her eyes and repeats her question.

'Well, um, you see…' Ron starts.

'Well what Ron?'

'I read that star-what's-its you wrote. I thought it was your potions homework.' Hermione and the twins just stare at him trying not to laugh.

'And Ron told me what he thought happened.' Harry then proceeds to quickly tells them what Ron thought happened. By the time he's done the three can't hold their laughter anymore. The red tint Ron's face has taken isn't helping any, either.

'George?' Hermione asks, looking up at him 'Am I really your chocolate chew?'

'Of course not!' He tilts his head down to look at her, 'you're my pumpkin pastry.' He smiles

'His strawberry sundae,' Fred supplies from still behind Hermione.

'My Cookie Crunch!'

'His peanut butter puff!'

'My Canary Cream!'

'His marshmallow minx.'

'My vanilla vixen.'

'His-'

'If you're done, maybe you can tell us what really happened?' Ron interrupts, and Harry nods. The three look at them.

Hermione, laughing harder now, untangles herself and sits up. She looks over at Harry and Ron and motions to the foot of the bed.

'Have a seat boys.' And she begins her story.

I forgot how much I liked the food nicknames.