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Chapter 3: The Side Effects

Hermione yawned and rubbed her eyes with a tired hand as she stared at the bag she had packed up for day's classes. She pushed her bushy hair out of the way as she mentally went through her checklist for everything she would need for the day.

'Hmm' she thought, 'have my notes for that and I studied for that quiz and I have all my notes ready for Transfiguration and I have all my books and parchment and my essay...'

Hermione doubled checked to make sure her potions essay was in her bag. Finding it exactly where she had left it, Hermione let out a sigh of relief. One could never be too cautious...she learned that the hard way!

Hermione allowed herself a moment to reflect the events of last night. They were quite strange indeed! Normally, she wouldn't want anything to do with Fred and George and their crazy schemes. But this was going to be the big one...and she could not wait to find out what Fred and George had in store for that conceited Malfoy.

Hermione grinned at the thought. Oh what fun! She slung the school bag over her shoulder and ran out of her room and down the stairs to meet Ron and Harry for breakfast. Oh no...Ron. What was she going to tell him?

"Hey Harry!" said Hermione, walking into the common room to see Harry waiting for her.

"Hey Hermione," he said, looking up from the book he had open. He slipped the book into his bag and headed out the portrait hole with Hermione towards the Great Hall.

"What was that book you were reading?" asked Hermione curiously.

"Oh nothing," said Harry, "I was just skimming my reading for Divination."

"That class is a waste of time. I'm glad I'm not in it!" Then, belatedly, Hermione realized something.

"Erm, Harry...where's Ron?"

"Oh, I have no idea. I think it was something he ate last night. But anyways, he woke up with murder in his eyes, swearing that he would find Fred and George and tie them to the Whomping Willow."

"Oh my," said a very nervous Hermione. Ron was overreacting. She would have to clear things up with him.

"Why, what's the matter," asked Harry as they entered the Great Hall.

"Nothing really, don't worry about it."

"No," insisted Harry, "tell me."

"Well," said Hermione with a sigh, "it's a long story. It all started with my potions essay..." As they sat down to have breakfast Hermione told Harry the abridged version, cutting her story quite short. She had just finished telling the part where Ron was spelled asleep when who else but Ron appeared next to them.

He dropped down into the chair next to Harry. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked as if he had hastily gotten ready that morning.

"Darn those two! I couldn't find them anywhere!" Ron turned to look at Hermione, his eyes boring into her.

"Hermione, tell me exactly what happened."

She couldn't...she had a feeling that if Ron was angry now, he would be even angrier after she told him.

"I can't...I won't ...nnno...ok." What was happening? Hermione began to fret. Her mouth was moving but her mind wasn't telling it what to do.

"They have a plan to get Malfoy back and they needed my help and they blackmailed me with my potions essay and then I signed a contract." Shocked, Hermione clasped both hands over her mouth.

Ron was livid. His face started to turn red. "Hermione! You are going to help those two? Why! They won't care about anything except their stupid little pranks and they might get you in trouble!"

Hermione knew that wasn't the reason why Ron was angry. "Ron, since when did you care about the rules and getting in trouble? Not that I'm saying that the rules aren't important, it's just that I know that's not the whole truth. What's the truth?"

Ron thought for a moment, visibly cooling down. Taking a deep breath he said, "Well, what I said was partially true. I don't want you to get hurt. But the real reason is because I don't want you to be near Malfoy. Fred and George said they needed a girl for their plan and I don't want to know how that involves you. I don't want to know how that involves you with him..."

Hermione was shocked. This was turning out to be a very, erm, surprising day. "I didn't think about that. They did say they needed a girl and..." The implications of that statement hit her hard on.

"Oh no oh no oh no!" And with that, Hermione leapt out of her chair, muttering under her breath something about finding Fred and George and tying them to the Whomping Willow.

But before Hermione could turn to leave, Ron spoke out. "Stop!"

With a jerk, Hermione stopped. But why? Why did she stop? She didn't want to stop. She wanted to go and find Fred and George and some rope...but her legs refused to budge.

"Hermione, sit down, I need to talk to you," said Ron calmly. Hermione sighed, why was this happening to her? Against her will, she sat down and looked expectedly at Ron. Might as well get this over with.

"Yes Ron?" she asked, unsuccessfully trying to hide the annoyance in her voice.

She didn't know if it was something she said or what. Ron looked like her was about to say something, but he suddenly stopped himself. He began to turn red again. His calm appearance had shattered and he seemed to be at loss for words. This annoyed Hermione even more.

"Ron! Is this important? Because I have better things I could be doing right now!"

"Well...you see...I wanted to tell you that...that...well...the thing is..." Ron stammered, at loss for words.

"Ron! Hurry up!"

"Well...the thing is that...I care about you!" Ron looked relieved, having said what he wanted to.

Hermione's face softened as she looked at Ron. She placed her hand over his, causing him to turn even red then he already was, if that was possible.

"Awww, Ron I care about you too. Your one of my best friends and I don't know what I would ever do without you. And don't worry. I can take care of myself. If things get out of hand with this whole Fred and George revenge thing I promise to let you know and you can hurt them as much as you want. Ok?"

Ron nodded mutely. She didn't get it at all.

"Ok then, I am going to go find Fred and George and see what this whole contract thing is actually about," Hermione said, getting up from the table.

Ron watched as she walked out of the Great Hall. He sighed and turned to look at Harry.

"How can someone so smart like her not even notice?" he asked, a hopeless look of defeat on his face. Harry shrugged.

"It's just not the right time," Harry said. He watched as Ron's face fell even more and he decided to help him out. He passed the plate of pancakes.

Ron's face immediately lit up as he started to eat the pancakes with relish.

"You're right," said Ron between bites, "I mean, Hermione is smart...she'll notice when the time is right. Right?" Ron looked up expectantly at Harry.

Harry nodded vigorously. He watched with relief as Ron turned back to his stack of pancakes. Harry had been counting on the fact that Ron hadn't had breakfast. Ron's appetite was so predictable.

All of a sudden, Ron looked up and frowned. 'Oh no!' thought Harry, 'what could it be now?'

Ron turned to Harry and said, "Could you pass the syrup?" Relieved, Harry passed the syrup.

"It seems as if no one was listening to my instructions today," said Snape disapprovingly as he strolled through classroom. As he passed by Harry, he picked up his set of notes to see half a page of dutiful notes followed by Quidditch tactic doodles for the upcoming game.

"Pathetic," he snarled, throwing the notes back onto the table in disgust. "Five points from Gryffindor." Harry looked as though he was going to protest but seeing the look on Snape's face he decided not to. Snape walked slowly up to the front of the classroom to his desk and turned around to survey the class.

Throughout the classroom he saw jumbles of floating heads and limbs and, in one case, a floating torso with no heads and limbs. How odd indeed. A few students actually stood there fully intact and visible. Snape's lip curled into a sneer. He should have known that invisibility potions would be too advanced for this class.

"Except for Mr. Malfoy and ... (a little hesitantly) Ms. Granger, no one here was successfully able to brew an Invisibility Potion." Draco smirked and Hermione beamed at the acknowledgement. No one noticed. Heck, they could have been jumping up and down with silly clown hats and fluorescent balloons and nobody would notice. Of course no one would notice. They were invisible!

"Expect to come next time prepared to brew the Invisibility Potion again. Most of you should fully reappear in the next half hour or so. Class dismissed."

There was a sound of shuffling parchment and quiet chit chat as everyone left to Potions classroom. Hermione quickly ran to catch up with Harry and Ron.

"Free at last! I thought I would never get out of there!" Ron said with a sigh of relief.

"Hey, you shouldn't be complaining," said Harry, indicating Ron's left arm and left leg which were invisible, "more of you is invisible then me!" Harry looked down morosely at his right leg that was partially invisible.

"Don't worry about the potion. Not many people were able to become fully invisible. And you have a chance to make up for it. I'll help you both study tonight." Harry and Ron jerked up their heads and looked around in confusion.

Harry seemed to come back to his senses first. "Oh, hey Hermione. I suppose you're still invisible."

"It should wear off soon," said Hermione

Ron seemed to have gotten over the initial shock of being able to hear Hermione but not see her. A mischievous grin crossed his face.

"I hope it wears of soon!" Ron said with an exaggerated sigh, "Hearing disembodied Hermione voices everywhere would drive me insane!"

Ron was awarded with a smack on his right shoulder and the sound of stomping feet as Hermione walked away in a huff.

"It was a joke 'Mione! Can't you take a joke?" Ron called out, but Hermione was already out of earshot.

"Apologize to her at dinner, when you can see her," said Harry offhandedly. "She didn't seem too angry. She's probably off to find Fred and George. She seemed a bit ticked this morning when she couldn't find them."

"Yeah, ok," said Ron offhandedly, his mind already elsewhere.

Furious, Hermione decided that the only place that could make her happy now would be the library. Where else would she able to find the peace and quiet that would put her mind at rest? That was, of course, a rhetorical question...there were many deserted places in the castle just waiting to be discovered!

Not that Hermione was in any mood to go adventuring off into the unknown places of the castle of Hogwarts. But that is utterly beside the point.

Hermione entered the library and dropped her bag on an empty table. Skimming the bookshelves, she picked out a few books and in the process scared three first years silly by the sight of a pile of floating books.

After that Hermione realized that, due to her invisible state, floating objects might indeed scare someone. So she headed, discreetly, to the back of the library. However, she found quite an unexpected surprise.

"Break his heart! That would be the worst possible thing ever!"

"Do you think he even has a heart? Seriously now, think of something better then that!"

"Well, that Polyjuice Potion is safely in our room. How can we use that to our advantage?"

"We could turn her into Malfoy and have her do crazy things...you know, dance around or wear pink or... date a Gryffindor."

"Date a Gryffindor! Brilliant! That would rock all the Slytherins off their rocker."

Fred and George started to laugh uncontrollably at the thought of the look on all the Slytherins if Malfoy were to date a Gryffindor.

However, Hermione's reaction was quite different. She would have to do what? Turn into Malfoy? No way...uh uh...never ever ever. Just the thought of having to be in someone else's body...to top it off it being a male body...and to top even that it would be Malfoy's body. Nope. Not in a millions years. Besides, Hermione had had a very bad experience the first time...no more hairballs for her!

She decided she had to put a stop to it! Marching to Fred and George's table, she grabbed each by the ear and pulled them up.

Fred's eyes widened. "Bloody hell George! Mum's dead! Her ghost is here to haunt us forever!"

"Oh no!" George wailed as he got down on his hands and knees to beg. "My dear mum! Mum I love you! I'll confess it all! We were the ones that sent your tea party invites to the Gremlins. And we were the ones that put an engorgement charm on all the vermin. And I am oh so sorry those enormous mice made a disaster of your kitchen! And oh please oh please forgive us!"

Hermione stood there in shock. At that very moment she made a vow to herself never to have children.

"Fred, George, sit down. It's me, Hermione. Now, we have to discuss a few things."

"Hermione?" said a very confused George, as he got up off of his knees.

"She's invisible!" said Fred in surprise, looking around. Suddenly, a look of mischief crossed his face. "Invisible! Oh, what fun!"

"It's a potion, and it's going to wear off any moment. Just sit. I overheard a couple of things and I want to get some things straight."

Obediently, both Fred and George sat down. Hermione sat down opposite them.

"Ok, now this plan about me turning into Malfoy...forget it. I refuse."

"Hey, don't worry about it," said Fred offhandedly, "We were just thinking out loud. We wouldn't ask you to do something like that."

Hermione let out a sigh of relief. "So," said Hermione hesitantly, scared to discover the answer to her upcoming question, "What are you going to have me do? I mean, you haven't told me yet."

Fred and George exchanged a glance.

"Well," said George with a shrug, "We need to utterly humiliate him. We need to break his spirit. He has to suffer and...whoa!" George lost track of his train of thought at the sight of the now visible Hermione

Fred gave his brother an odd look and turned towards Hermione. "Yeah, it's got to be really good."

"Hmm," said Hermione, deep in thought, "Something like cutting out his intestines and tying them to a tree and throwing him off a cliff to see if he bounces or breaks?"

Fred and George both stared at her in horror. Hermione began to laugh. Quietly, of course. They were in the library!

"Oh don't worry. I wasn't serious," said Hermione, still amused by their shocked faces.

George gave her a confused look. "But where...how...what..."

"I read it in a book," said Hermione with a wave of her hand, "So what do you want me to do? I want to know what I've gotten myself into!"

"Well, part of what you heard was right," said Fred, "Our plan involves breaking his heart. That's why we need you."

"Me? Break his heart? But how? That's just not possible! Does he have a heart?"

"Yes, break his heart," said George, "Preferably in front of the whole school."

"Fred...George...I can't do that...to break his heart he would have to love me! He hates me, and oh, another thing, love potions are illegal!"

"He doesn't have to know that you're Hermione," said Fred.

"What do you mean he doesn't have to know? I look like Hermione...he'll know that I am Hermione."

"Not if we change you around a bit," George had an excited look about his face.

"No! I refuse to do anything to my appearance!" Hermione was livid. The potions essay wasn't worth it! Of course, it was too late for that now.

"You will do what we say," said George, looking intently into her eyes.

"I will do what you say," said Hermione, as if in a trance. With a confused shake of her head she turned to glare at the twins.

"That is something else I want to talk about. What did you do to me?"

Fred grinned. "Stand up, hop on one foot around the table, then sit back down."

To her utter surprise, Hermione leapt out of her chair and hopped on one foot around the table back to her chair where she sat back down. All against her free will.

Back in her seat, Hermione glared at Fred. "What was all that about! What have you done to me?"

With a flick of his wrist, Fred procured up the contract once more. With a flourish, he unrolled it and George pointed to the fine print at the bottom. Right there, three line from the top, were written the words "Hermione Granger will be obey all direct commands for a whole week or until the conditions of the contract have been fulfilled"

Suddenly, Hermione understood. This morning at breakfast when Ron had commanded her to tell him what had happened...when she didn't want to tell him what happened and...oh dear. Hermione's head was spinning. Did this mean she no longer had a free will of her own? But something did not make sense...

"Hold on a moment...Fred, George, why is it that this morning I obeyed Ron's command? What I mean is, shouldn't this contract only be applicable to direct commands from you?"

George turned to glare at Fred. "I told you that you did the spell wrong!"

Fred had the decency to look somewhat embarrassed. "I'm sorry Hermione," he said, "But hey, look on the bright side...it's only for a week."

Hermione groaned. This couldn't be happening!

She turned to look at Fred and George. "Ok, listen," she said with a sigh, "I'll meet you two in the Gryffindor common room tonight. Ok? I need to sort some things out for myself."

And with that, Hermione left the library, her mind a jumble of thoughts. Each thought confusing her more then the other.

A/N: Sorry once again for taking so long to update! I'm visiting my grandma and internet is kind of hard to get here! So anyways, I need feedback. Am I drawing this too out? Do I need more detail? And I have a random question...for future reference. Does Hermione giggle or chuckle? And oh! Who can guess what book this quote is from?

"Hmm," said Hermione, deep in thought, "Something like cutting out his intestines and tying them to a tree and throwing him off a cliff to see if he bounces or breaks?"

Well, not exact quote quote...it's more paraphrased. I read it a while ago so I don't remember the exact quote!