A/N - I really do write too much. But I loff it, so I'm not gonna stop. :P
DISCLAIMER - I don't own the Potterverse, so no suey!
Chapter Two:
"Herms! Please! I need one now! I so don't need you dribbling over Fred," Ginny whispered.
Hermione looked at Ginny quickly. She pulled her earphone from her ear, and said slowly, "I wasn't dribbling." She smiled. "Come on then, nice to see ya Fred," she said, blowing him a kiss.
Fred smirked a bit. Hermione had no idea what he was going though. She was torturing him.
When Ginny and Hermione got up to the room, they immediately attacked the bag. Pulling out a pack each and lighting up.
"That's so much better," Ginny sighed, leaning out of the window so that the smoke wouldn't stink up her room. "I haven't had one in a week,"
"Oh, my God. I'd kill someone if that happened to me. Well… I wouldn't, but I would nick some off someone." Hermione laughed. She took a drag on her cigarette and puffed the smoke back out, looking at her wristbands. "Gin, what do you think of these?" she said, indicating her bands.
"They're so cool. I want some,"
"They were two quid each from this little shop down my way," she said, shaking her hair out of her face.
"Quid? Oh, pounds. Cool," said Ginny, finishing her cigarette and stubbing it out. "I think I'll have another one,"
"Go ahead. I got loads anyway," said Hermione closing her eyes for a second. When she opened them, Fred and George were hovering on their brooms in front of her.
"Well, well, well. Who'd have thought that little goody-goody two-shoes Hermione Granger, the new Head Girl of Hogwarts, is turning into a bad girl?" Fred said, feigning shock.
"Oh, come on. Just 'cause I study obsessively doesn't mean I'm a goody-goody two-shoes. I can be even worse if I want to." Hermione said, taking a drag of her cigarette.
"Oh, really? I don't think so, for some reason…" said George.
"And that would be?"
"You gave us detention when you were a Prefect." Fred explained.
"Have you ever heard of public image? If people heard that the obsessive studier Hermione Granger was a bad girl, they'd immediately think I was hanging out with the Slytherins. God, get with the programme," Hermione said, stubbing out her cigarette.
"We've heard of it, and for all we know, you could be hanging out with Slytherin's, like Ginny's boyfriend par exemple."
"Draco doesn't count," came Ginny's muffled voice.
"Gin? What are you doing?"
"Having a smoke where they can't see me,"
"Ah. I should have thought of that. Oh well." Hermione said, resting her head on her hands. She put her headphones back into her ears. Ashlee's voice filled her head again.
Well I'm sorry,
That he called me,
And that I answered the telephone,
Don't be worried,
I'm not with him,
And when I go out tonight,
I'm going home alone,
Just got back from my tour,
I'm a mess girl for sure,
All I want is some fun,
Guess that I'd better run,
Hollywood sucks you in,
But it won't spit me out,
Whoa Whoa, HA
Hermione thought about the past year. She'd been accused of stealing Fred and George off Katie and Angelina, but it wasn't true. OK, it was a little bit. But she'd been drunk and it was the Christmas party. One little snog couldn't change that, could it? She ran her finger over her lips. She didn't think it would have done, yet they accused her of doing it.
Hey, how long till the music drowns you out?
Don't put words up in my mouth,
I didn't steal your boyfriend,
Hey, how long till you face what's going on?
Cause you really got it wrong,
I didn't steal your boyfriend,
Hey, how long till you look at your own life,
Instead of looking into mine,
I didn't steal your boyfriend,
Hey, how long till you're leaving me alone,
Don't you got somewhere to go?
I didn't steal your boyfriend,
Whoa, whoa, whoa ha
Whoa, whoa, whoa ha
Please stop telling all your friends,
I'm getting sick of them,
Always staring at me like I took him from ya'
She hated all the attention she got at school. Katie and Angelina had told everyone they could about her stealing the twins off them. Luckily, most of the Gryffindors didn't care. But the Slytherin's got wind. That was bad. They wouldn't let it drop, though it'd been two years.
"Hermione? What are you doing tonight?" Fred and George asked her.
A/N Thankies. Now you must review. :P Otherwise I won't write what happens, and Ami's gonna kill me when she finds out what I've got planned for the next chappie. My advice; if you don't like it, don't read it. XD