Hello! Ok, please forgive me for the horrible-ness of the first chapter, because it was kinda impromptu writing, as I was reading heaps of stories about these three, and thought 'Why don't I write one?' so that is what happened. This will hopefully be better! And…thanks to my first reviewer: xox.Annie Potter.xox ! Well, they are gonna be together, because I can't choose between them, but don't worry, I don't write anything dirty, I wouldn't be good at it!
Well, please enjoy!
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Chapter 2: The Ginger-head men
Hermione lay her somewhat bushy head on her desk, awaiting her first class in Potions that could teach her things that would stretch her brains capacity and challenge her intellect. 'Well, even if I don't know anyone here, I might finally be able to focus with no distractions, no distractions with red hair and freckles who are obsessed with wizard's chess and the Chudley Cannons, no distractions with glasses and a knack for trouble, no distractions that tend to blow things up, despite their intentions. No, none of that' she thought, smiling slightly at the thought of her friends.
As if on queue, the class filed into the dungeons chattering about this and that, giggling and yelling. Ok, so maybe the environment wouldn't be so different, but she could be by herself, writing and reading while others wasted time with talking.
Suddenly, she felt closed in. Without looking up, she could tell that the two seats next to her had been occupied. 'Great, I bet it's that bit…unfriendly character Pansy 'Prefect of Poos' Parkinson! This couldn't be worse…' What Hermione didn't know is that it could be worse, or, was worse, depending on who you asked. When Hermione didn't hear a 'Mudblood', or anything of the like, she slowly lifted her head, to meet with the sight of a smirking, somewhat attractive 'I didn't think that!', freckled, redhead. "Hello 'Mione" he said cheerily, waving slightly.
Turning to her right, she saw what seemed to be and exact replica of the previous face. The very same, right up to the smirk he put on his cute, 'WHAT?', freckled face. "Hello!". Hermione sat there, head periodically turning from left to right, slowly registering why Fred and George Weasley, while quite entertaining in a childish way, were the quintessential of a distraction for anyone acquainted with the pair. "Wh…why are you here?" she slipped out, in a somewhat exhausted, defeated way. "Did you hear that, George? The genius can't figure out why we are in Potions class, with our classmates?" Fred said, mocking shock. "Indeed Fred, I did! Should we bring her out of the dark from this baffling mystery?" George remarked. "Well…" Fred pretended to be pondering the meaning of life. "Ok!" he said suddenly, making a still shocked and more than mildly annoyed Hermione jump. "We're in this class," they said simultaneously, which Hermione always found a bit creepy. "And seeing as you are…" George said slyly, leaning over to Hermione. "That means…" Fred said, leaning over as well, making Hermione blush, and aggravate her more. "You get to spend so much more time having fun with us" they both said, stifling that evil, sneaky laugh they were famous for doing before some massive, destructive prank went off.
Going slightly pale, at the thought of being mentally tortured and physically exhausted by these twins, all Hermione could manage was a small moaning noise, before she let her head bang rather loudly onto her desk, all her happiness about lessons gone. Well, there was a small amount of happiness left, but for what, she was unsure…
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Woo! This was longer, and hopefully, more detailed than the last! I hope people aren't put off by the first chapter glances around nervously
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Bye!
Gemagi-chan