Muggles Crazy Game of truth, Dare, and CHICKENS!
Brief Summary:
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred and George spend a day and a night in the Burrow while Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Ginny are in Scotland, visiting a distant relative. Harry and Hermione dont want to intrude, nd Ron stays as well. The Twins of course, stay as they think it is their duty to keep the Golden Trio out of harm's way, or burn down the house.
Chapter one: Your Lawyer Made Us Change the name of This Chapter So We Wouldn't get Sued.
The downstairs of the Burrow was in an uproar. "Ron, remind Fred and George that you and the others are NOT to go anywhere without them!" Molly Weasley cried. Ron only yawned in response as a harassed looking Mr. Weasley lugged three huge suitcases over to the fire place. "Remember boys, Hermione will be arriving at noon!" Mr. Weasley said, soon after disappearing in flash of green flames. Mrs. Weasley scurried back over to Ron and Harry after sending the luggage and Ginny through, "Be careful" She said, kissing Ron's cheek, "and don't do anything crazy" she said, kissing Harry's as well. Ro rolled his eyes and groaned, "Don't worry mum, the twins are here and soon Hermione will be too, isn't that enough authority for you?" Mrs. Weasley gave him a concerned glance and snorted as she disappeared after her husband and Ginny. Looking sleepily at Ron, Harry spoke for the first time that day, "Lets go back to sleep Mate, its only 5 o'clock and we only came down for food." Ron nodded and replied, "We can get a few hours sleep before 'Mione gets here." They slowly climbed up the stairs to Ron's attic room to sleep away the seven hours before their friend came.
Hermione sighed; she had been banging on the Burrow's kitchen door for the past twenty minutes. Finally, a disheveled, shaggy red head poked out of a window, 'Ron's room is in the attic' She thought going over the possibilities, 'Percy is in London, the Prick, Bill and Charlie aren't evening England… So that must mean….' "Oi, Fred! Lookit that, I don't think we ordered an early birthday present!" Hermione's mouth dropped open in horror, 'My god, they don't recognize me!' "George Weasley!" she cried suddenly "I am definitely NOT a birthday gift! Where on earth are Harry and Ron?" George gulped. "H-Hermione?" He stuttered timidly. She glared up at him and snapped "Of course! Who else is visiting for the summer? Get down here and let me in Damn it!" He winked at her cheekily and saluted her "Of course Love, righto!" She blushed slightly and shook her head as she heard several muted crashes and a muffled "OW!" From George as he yanked open the door, Hermione and George gasped at the same time, most likely because of the same thing as well. George had come downstairs in super baggy black cargo pants and by the looks of it, back steel-toed boots. Hermione, who had always had a thing for boots for some reason stared down at them ad contemplated stealing and shrinking them until, "I know my boots are sexy, Granger, but you should take a look athe rest of me." He said casually, leaning gainst the doorframe, Hermione blushed and tore her eyes away from his shoes and let her gaze slowly wander upwards. She turned darker red steadily as she saw his toned abs barely hidden beneath his white wife-beater. She looked back down fo a split second and coudn't help but notice the way his pants rode low on his slim hips. 'My god' she thought, 'Quidditch and sun really did this boy well' She froze for a secondand thought of her ExBoyfriend, Viktor Krum, she shuddered, all he had done was play quiditchand all the muscle had made him look fat, George, however, looked lean and fit, years of being one of the beaters for Griffindor had stengthened his arms nicely. She finally looked up at his face and saw him staring at her through his dark red bangs, his green eyes shadowed making look tall, dark and handsome. She nearly giggled when she realized how cliche that sounded, even in her own head. She nearly screamed when she saw the thin scar running over the bridge of his nose. She looked at his lips and blushed, one look made her want to shag this boy senseless. Her shoulders slumped, sure she had changed over the summer, wore a little eyeliner, got obsessed with a few American mugle bands, and changed her style but that was it. George would never see her as anything more than his little brothers Bossy little prefect-for-a-friend.
George, on the other hand was only thinking four words, 'DAMN! 'Mione got hot!' He took in her changed apearance slowly. Black, bulky, wide shoes with devil logo and a huge stitched 'W' on the sides, tightish, blue capris, adn her t-shirt was fairly simple, it was black with the words 'Fall Out Boy - Take This To Your Grave' on the front, complete with a blue and black pisture of the band on it. She had on a short denim jacket on, with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows and it was only half buttoned so it hugged the curves that georgehad never even noticed. HEr hair was way straighter and she had it twisted up into a bun with then ends sticking out into spikes, some of her hair was dow, just enough to coverone eye and surprisingly, it was a dark blue. The only makeup she wore was black eyeliner but it made her eyes look bigger and it brought out the green and yellow in her eyes. Suddenly, Hermione's sunglasses, that had perched on top of her head, fell, effectively locking Georgs peircing gaze into her eyes. Snaping back to reality, both blinked and Hermione cleared her throat uncertainly before she spoke, "So... Where are Fred, Harry, and Ron?' As if on cu, the said three stummbled into the kitchen, Ron and Harry were properl clothed, but Fred hd arrived in nothing but broomstick patterned boxers. Hermione coughed and looked away from Fred pointedly as the three newly arrived boys gaped at her. All except for Ron, who, for some reason, was staring at Harry's open mouth. "Hey? can I put my stuff away or what?" Hermione exclaimed, tired of beng stared at. They all blinked s one and Georged strode forward, grabbed her things and walked off in the direction of Ginny's room.
