Disclaimer: JK Rowling is a genius, and I am not. Therefore, I can own nothing that is the amazing-ness of Harry Potter.
Flames are welcome being that I always seem to be cold lately.
And the magic begins...
Hermione was sitting out side talking to Ginny later that day. "I just don't understand it." She whined as she lay back in the plush green grass.
"That is really weird, 'Mione." Ginny said, "But no weirder than me dating Dean."
"Yeah, only you were young, and I'm not. Well, I am, but not young enough to still be foolish." Hermione babbled.
"'Mione, don't worry about it. Everybody gets crushes." Ginny tried to reassure Hermione.
"Not me. I never have." The brunette complained.
"Then, it's about time." The redhead replied.
"Not Malfoy. There's no way that I could like that horrible, disgusting, rude, obnoxious, cunning little prick." Hermione practically yelled.
"Say it a little louder, 'Mione." Ginny giggled.
"It's not funny." Hermione was genuinely frustrated.
"Sure it is. The one person you can't stand is the one person that you fall in love with." Ginny laughed whole-heartedly.
"I do not love him!" Hermione shrieked.
"What are you going to tell Ron?" Ginny became very serious.
"I'm not, and neither are you." Hermione demanded.
"Good, well then, let's shut up because here he comes." Ginny advised, and the two automatically changed the subject to something that wouldn't interest Ron.
"Honestly, though, that boy in that muggle picture you showed me was gorgeous." Ginny covered.
"Wasn't he though?" Hermione's laugh sounded phony.
"Oh. You guys and boys. Honestly. I'm better looking than any of those smelly old men any day." Ron sat next to Hermione. "Hi, 'Mione." He kissed her cheek.
"Sure you are, Ron. Just like you're better in Herbology than 'Mione, and you ride a broomstick better than Harry, oh and that you are never ever late to class." Ginny laughed.
"Shut up." He smiled and pushed his little sister playfully.
"Ronald Weasley!" he heard his mother's voice.
He quickly got up, and turned on his heel to come face to face with Fred and George, his two older twin brothers. "What are you lot doing here." He asked the two.
"Dumbledore invited us." Fred said, sounding identical to their mother.
"Yup. Said he had an offer to make us." George too sounded like Mrs. Weasley.
"Like our new inventions, Ronny?" Fred asked.
"We call them... well, we don't call them anything yet." George laughed.
They took a piece of candy out of their mouths, and sounded like themselves again. "Wicked." Ron grabbed for one.
He put it in his mouth, and began to talk to Ginny. "These are bloody brilliant. I think they're amazing."
"Too bad for you to pull it off, you have to talk like mum to. She doesn't say bloody brilliant, Ron." Ginny laughed and asked her twin brothers. "How do they work?"
"Well, you see. You take a partner candy to the person you want to sound like, and after they eat it, you put this candy in your mouth, and begin to talk and you have their voice." Fred explained.
"It was all his idea to sound like someone else with candy, but I figured out how to get it to work." George poked his chest out proudly.
"I want to try." Ginny giggled.
They handed Ginny a packet with two pieces of candy, one red and one blue. "Give the blue to the other person," Fred said.
"And keep the red for yourself." George added.
"Thanks." Ginny began to look around. "Now, to find someone to use it on..." As if her prayers were answered, Harry was striding down the hill.
"Here, Harry. Have a piece of candy." She held it out to him.
He popped it in his mouth, and mumbled a thanks. Ginny waited until he began to talk to Ron, then, she put the partner piece in her mouth.
"Snape gave me another essay for eating my cake with a spoon. Said hat not the way it's done." Harry complained.
"That's not the way it's done." Ginny repeated, and clapped a hand over her mouth.
"Excuse me?" Harry turned and saw Ginny doubled over in laughter.
"I said, 'that's not the way it's done'." She repeated in Harry's voice.
"Bloody hell." Harry stood quickly. "How did you."
"Oh, Harry, how wonderful to see you again, Deary." Fred said in Mrs. Weasley's voice.
Harry turned, and almost had a heart attack. "What is going on?"
"Our new invention, Harry." George explained in his own voice.
The six sat outside until sunset, and chatted up a storm, all the while playing with the "chat pack". Ginny named it.
They ate dinner quickly, and went up to the common room. Hermione climbed the stairs to bed, and Ginny followed shortly after. Ron was next, followed by his brothers. Harry sat by the fire, and read a book that Colin Creavey had lent him, The Outsiders. He had read it years ago, but never understood it. Now, it had the full impact on him.