Disclaimer: plot = mine everything else = not mine

Ron, Hermione, and Harry were back in the common room, 5 galleons poorer with a large supply of Fred and George's latest ideas. (Clive, a reincarnation of Percy, was about to find himself with pink hair, and a pink dress).

Hermione's attention was once again focused on her latest book.

Come on Hermione, it's Friday night.

I'm well aware of what day it is, Ron.

So come on, we have better things to do than read.

Really! Such as, what are you to doing there again?

Exploding snap is a great deal better than any book.

Yes I'm sure it's fascinating.

Give us a chance. We'll think of something.

It is Friday night, I suppose. OK, but don't disappoint. Hermione's eyes were already laughing.

Soon they had the Marauders' map in hand and Harry's invisibility cloak ready. It was off to Slytherin. So, Draco. Pink's a good color for him, but perhaps a nice purple, said Ron.

His color, Hermione was definitive, Is neon green.

True, true. We're sure he wasn't at Hogsmead today? Harry asked.





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Sunday evening after a nice refreshing three hours of schoolwork, Hermione was ready to start reading her latest find. She buried herself in a corner of the common room and began to read. Three hours later she still hadn't moved.

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Charms was her first class the next morning, and it took effort. Her hair was a lost cause. Today they were working on iridescence charms, not highly useful, but pretty. Hermione's desk was soon heaped with iridescent quills, chocolates, and other bits from the bottom of her bag. Then she tried to help Neville. No, Neville it's glister lumnosus not glitter lumos.

Glister lumos, Neville said and pointed at his quill. It exploded. Hermione shook her head.
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That night in the common room Hermione curled up in her favorite chair and said to herself sternly: I can do this. Only two-hundred pages tonight and sixteen inches of next week's analysis of the Lost Runes of Hungary then I then I'm free for a whole day. . . . If only I could get some proper sleep. I wish I'd never found that book. She gave an involuntary shudder and dove back into the safety of The Standard Book of Spells Grade Six.