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Hermione's POV

When I burst inside the kitchen with much higher spirits than before, I immediately spotted Remus and Tonks talking at the table. "Hey guys!" I chirped, going to a cupboard and pulling out a goblet. Filling it up with a bottle of firewhiskey on the table, I grinned at the awestruck werewolf and metamorphmagus. "What?" I tried to look appalled.

"Are you feeling better?" Remus asked concernedly. He and Tonks both looked worried.

I waved them off, sitting down at the table next to them. "I'm fine. I was just upset, but talked it over with Charlie and now things are okay."

Tonks stifled a giggle in her hands, smirking.

"What?"

Tonks glanced at Remus before grinning at me. "Well, as you know, Charlie and I were in the same year together, so I know him, sorta..." She gave Remus a look, and he caught on. I looked back and forth from the two smirking older adults, and raised an eyebrow.

"What?" I demanded whole heartily, waving a spoon in their direction threateningly. "If you don't tell me, I'll sick this silver spoon on your boyfriend, Nymphadora."

Tonks stood up in mock fury. "It's Tonks, and he is not my boyfriend, and if you dare burn him in any way..."

I laughed, and tossed the spoon aside. "Don't worry, Tonks. I won't burn your boyfriend," I smirked when both of them turned pink, Remus muttering under his breath about 'First Sirius, now her', "if you tell me what the hell you're thinking!!"

Tonks sat down, and glanced left and right before leaning in towards me from the otherside of the table. "Ok, Charlie is a complicated person, but when he comes home from Romania for just a party, doesn't party at all but talks to just one p-"

"Nymphadora, let her figure it out by herself," Remus interrupted, giving me a mischievious grin that I started to see more often since Sirius was back from the veil and Voldemort's destruction. "After all, she's one of the smartest witches of all time." I stuck my tongue out at him, feeling slightly childish.

"This isn't something I can read in books about!"

Tonks opened her mouth to retort, "Yes there is, they're called romance novels. You see it all the time in every single one of them, especially muggle ones. I'd recommend Elaine Thompson." Remus and I looked at her incredulously.

"You read romance novels?" I asked, trying not to giggle. She suddenly blushed when she realised what she said.

"This is good blackmail material," Remus commented, smirking at the bright red Tonks.

"Er..."

Luckily for her, someone stumbled into the kitchen right then, yelping. "This is what I get for having two twins for brothers," the person muttered exasperatedly, shaking his hair. We burst out laughing. Bill Weasley was drenched in orange and green, gooey slime from head to toe, and you couldn't even see his bright red hair from under it. "Hey, it's not funny! It's only funny if I'M in on it, and if I'M not the one covered in it, and if I'M the one laughing! And this was my favourite shirt, and they put a charm so it wouldn't come off! I tried to scourgify it. Damn, if I ever find those 'Marauders' that influenced this...I will seriously kill them."

I giggled, and he waved his hand in my face with a glare, splattering a rather large blob of slime into my face. "Ew!" I wiped it off as best as I could with my arm, but when I looked closer, I saw that it was moving and...growing larger? "Is it multiplying?" I asked in horror.

"What is it?" Remus asked Bill, rushing up to inspect the slime. We had no clue what it was, but it was multiplying really fast. Thirty seconds ago, the slime was a third smaller, I swear.

"I heard my name, I heard someone say Sirius Lee. My name is Sirius Orion Black. What do you need, 'cause I will help because my name is SOB, which stands for son of a bi- What the hell happened to you guys?" Sirius' head popped through the kitchen door and laughed. "Wow, Hermione, Bill, that's a great new look for you. Even better than being an ashhead." He gave me a knowing look, which I wanted to grab with my hand and twist until there was nothing left.

I glared, then I reached up to Bill's head where there was a lot more of the green and orange blob and thrust it hard into Sirius' face. "Take that, PADFOOT!" I exaggerated the nickname, hoping Bill would realise who I was talking about.

"Guys, you're gonna make a mess..." Remus tried to break it up, but was resisting the urge to throw some at Padfoot too, because he was always annoying and when will he ever get another chance like this one? Tonks started laughing, her hair changing colour for each time she let out a breath too. "Padfoot, don't!" he warned, but then gave a defeated sigh. Instead, he picked up a handful of slime (goo?) from Bill's hair and thrust it right at Sirius. "Take that, PADFOOT!" It hit him squarely on the chest.

Sirius was strode into the kitchen with revenge on his mind, obviously, because he was smirking so hard, I was worried I wouldn't get a chance to squeeze his brains out at all. "What is this stuff?" "PADFOOT? As in, Messr. Padfoot, the Marauder??" "Moony, help!" Sirius, Bill and I all demanded at the same time. Bill glared at Sirius and Remus, piecing together who they were at last. He seriously looked ready to hex them to death.

Unfortunately, he didn't do this in time, for Sirius had tackled me and was wiping the ever growing green and orange slime into my face. "Take that!" He jabbed my sides, and I shrieked, laughing and trying to get him away. It was full out wrestling, as I tried to dunk some of it down his shirt.

"You're dead!" I cried out.

"No you are!"

"You!" A minute later, I was on Sirius' back and he was yelling and laughing while Tonks tried to get me off, and Remus tried to calm Sirius down. Actually, he tried putting some goo into Sirius' shirt, which worked perfectly. He then got some into Sirius' hair, which was now greasy with goo/slime.

"Don't worry, Padfoot. I'm sure by the time we're down, there might be SOME hair that isn't covered with this stuff," Remus teased, smirking. Sirius' hands went to his hair, and he immediately began shouting.

"Marauders? Marauders? You're the devils that got Fred and George...! You're gonna DIE!" Bill roared good naturedly over Sirius and instantly tackled Remus, who was then pushed into Sirius. Said animagus fell onto the ground, along with the werewolf and the curse breaker.

"You, Bill, are the worst savior there is," I shouted to the eldest Weasley sibling when both Tonks and I fell onto the floor too, because we were attached to Sirius. By now, all five of us were drenched in even more slime than Bill even began off with. Struggling with Tonks violently, all of us tried to get up, pushing the person next to us down in our reach for victory. Grunting, I managed to sit on Remus' back and Sirius' legs, while Tonks attempted to wrestle the Weasley. "Ah ha!"

Reaching to the table from my position on the ground, I managed to grab a salt shaker just when Sirius and Remus teamed up and started tickling my sides. "Hey! Haha! I'm not a little ha kid that ha you can just… giggles uncontrollably ."

Sirius grinned, wiping some of the slime (there was approximately four times more of the stuff since the moment Bill burst into the kitchen) and a lock of hair from his face. "Ha, take that!" He pushed me facedown onto the floor (which wasn't as hard anymore because of the goo) and stuffed some down my shirt.

"Hey Padfoot!" Remus called out, trying not to get pummelled by the wrestling Tonks and Bill, "at least all this matches your underwear."

"That was YOU!" he shrieked before jumping onto the werewolf's back, forgetting me. Well, until they both fell ontop of MY back just when I was on my knees and hands to try and get up.

"Oof!"

I kicked, shrieking with laughter again and again, until I felt my injured knee from before hit the table hard. I stopped moving, not because of the pain, but because a pitcher which we hadn't noticed toppled over and splashed us all with ice cold water. With ice cubes in them. "Whooah," I drooled incoherently.

"Um, that might have been a bad thing to do," Remus told us all. The five of us stopped fidgeting to watch the water mix in with the ugly green and orange slime. We held our breaths to see what would happen.

BOOM! The slime pile grew larger and larger much faster and we started shrieking again. "This isn't normal! If this is one of the twins STUPID INVENTIONS, I'll kill them! Then I'll kill Sirius and Remus, and then Bill. And THEN I'll kill Harry, because his dad was a stupid Marauder too!" I shuddered as I tried to wipe the gunk off. The kitchen was now covered in a foot of the stuff, not to mention the floors and the tables and counters….

"We're proud to be Marauders," Sirius insisted, helping me off the floor.

"Harry's dad was a Marauder?" Bill inquired, bewildered.

"You won't kill me, will you?" Remus asked, pouting slightly (the marauder side of him is showing!), he had a glint in his eye which showed that he would do something to me if I did 'kill' him. Recently, the werewolf had been marauding much more, even more than Sirius. Of course they still teamed up, and occasionally with the twins, but when he felt like marauding, Remus had to be the master.

"Hey, what about me? Don't I ever get mentioned in anything?" Tonks whined, pouting slightly.

I glared at them, trying really hard not to laugh. They were drenched, fidgety from the boiling slime, hysterically and acting really childish for their age!

"Do you guys realise that we ruined Mrs. Weasley's kitchen?" I demanded, though my grin gave my mean demeanour.

"Nah, mum won't mind," Bill told me, grabbing a towel. Finally after a few minutes, we were all calm! Yes! Hallelluja! However, the goo was rising from our feet and would soon be to our waist.

"Yeah, Molly's a good sport," Sirius added, wrenching the only towel from Bill. "Gimme that!" Oh bother. So much for calm

"Stop it!" I yelled, but was unsuccessful.

"It's mine, I own it."

"No you don't! Your mother does!"

"So? She's my mum!"

"Will you guys please stop fighting?" Tonks shouted at her cousin and Bill.

"NO!" they shouted back stubbornly, and soon, they were each tugging each end of the towel like a tug-of-war fight. Remus sighed, before going to Bill's side and yanking it. Sirius had a firm hold, though.

"Moony!" Sirius cried out in shock. "We're supposed to be a team!"

"Well, I know that if I go with you, I'll be on the loser's team, so might as well join Bill's," Remus told him, smirking. Sirius gave a battle cry and tugged on the towel. Together, Bill, Remus, Tonks and I tugged on our end of the towel. Well, Bill, Remus and I did. Tonks tripped, and fell flat into the pool of glime. Oh, glime is a slime/goo. I decided I was frustrated to keep deciding what it was. See? Aren't I brilliant?

We all gave a hard pull at the same time, but we didn't see who won the rag because suddenly, the glime poured out of the kitchen, sliding us with it.

"Oof!" I had banged into the kitchen wall, with Bill, Sirius, Remus and Tonks banging hard into ME after.

"What's going on???" a shrill voice shrieked. We all froze; we knew that voice too well. However, usually it was never directed to me.

We turned our heads to see Molly Weasley in all her fury standing at the door with her hands to her hips. A good amount of the glime had dripped into the dining room, and behind her stood Fred and George, Charlie, Harry, Mr. Weasley and basically the others with bewildered expressions.

I glanced at my glime covered friends, and winked at them, gesturing with a subtle nod at the door, we all wiped our faces and angrily pointed at the twins.

"IT WAS ALL THEIR FAULT!" we roared, our fingers pointing accusingly at the identical heads. This did the trick, since, Molly instantly rounded up on the twins.

"What did you do? Get rid of this stuff immediately! You are in BIG trouble, young men! You may not live here anymore, but I still have the right to ground you!"

Fred, or was it George?, ducked behind his second eldest brother. "Mum! We only did it on Bill!"

"ONLY DID IT ON BILL?! Can't you see that it's GROWING??" Molly continued to fuss, and I was lucky that I was covered in glime so that Charlie couldn't see how red and embarrassed I was. Ironic, isn't it? If I wasn't cover in glime, I wouldn't have been embarrassed in the first place! Charlie and Harry walked towards us, careful not to touch the slimey goo. Or gooey slime or whatever this is! Oh right, glime.

"But MUM! They must have been wrestling or something in here to cause all THIS mess," George protested. Glancing around guiltily, we realised that all the plates, cups, utensils, towels, tables, chairs and especially the floors and the rug, were covered in it. Sheepishly shrugging my shoulders at Mrs. Weasley, I fixed my glare on the twins.

"Get. This. Off. Right. NOW!" I ordered the first twin. They jumped, and I could tell they really wanted to laugh, but under their mother's fierce glare, they didn't dare to.

"Uh, Bill was our test subject, so, we don't know how. We didn't even know it would do this," they said simultaneously.

"WHAT?"

In that moment, chaos broke loose. When I had screamed at them, I had waved my arm at them and accidentally (of course), a chunk of the glime slipped from my fingers and hit both Harry and Charlie square on the nose. Also, Fred and George and jumped and stepped back from my ear splitting voice, and managed to fall in the pile of glime, which sprayed all over Molly.

"Slime fight!" Sirius called out and began throwing some of it at the people who didn't have as much slime on them. They shrieked, before picking up the multiplying glime and started thrusting it back at each other.

I shrieked as I slipped and fell to the ground, right into Charlie. He gave me a smile and winked, making me grown and stuffing some glime into his mouth. Rolling off, we saw that Kingsley Shacklebolt was clicking away with his camera, laughing his head off.

"Give me that!" I shouted, flinging glime in his direction. He started laughing at me and took a picture of me in all my disarray before he was tackled by Harry and Ron.

"There, that should do him right," Ron commented when Kingsley had enough slime on his bald head. "Hey look! Over there, Hermione!"

I whipped around instantly to see Charlie behind me, but he was giving me a quizzical look. All around the dining room and the kitchen, people were throwing this stuff at each other and screaming delightedly. Molly was trying to break everything up. People like Ginny and Lavender had screamed and raced to the door of the dining room, where they charmed it glime proof so the could watch.

"What is this, World War 4?" I asked (WW3 is the war against Voldemort). He shrugged, just as I felt something wet and slimy slapped onto my neck. "HARRY! RON! You're gonna GET IT!" I smacked a chunk of the green/orange stuff from Charlie's hair into my hands, and ran towards my prey with an evil smile.

I managed to stuff some down Ron's pants using my wand when I was tackled once again by Sirius and Remus.

"'Hush Hermione, don't you cry'," Sirius sang in a horrid voice to the lullaby 'hush little baby' while smirking evilly at me, " 'Padfoot's gonna make you die. And if you don't give in; I'll sing. And everybody knows how horrid I am.'" He finished and mock bowed at me, dunking my head into the slime. When I took my head back up, Remus had splattered Sirius' hair with glime.

"Padfoot. NO SINGING! Remember in fourth year when I charmed you to sing something to McGonagall? It was horrible!" Remus shouted to him, and I laughed really hard at the dog Animagus. Remus truly did have a dark side.

"That was YOU! I put ITCHING powder into James' trousers for that!" Sirius cried out, and I would have shouted something insulting to him when I felt arms around my waist hug me from behind.

"Har-REE!!" I screamed when the boy-who-lived-and killed decided it would be fun to spin me around. While he was spinning though, he whispered something into my ear.

"I'm sorry, Hermione. I really am." He said this in a really sincere voice, and I knew what he was sorry for.

I grinned, realising that things between us and possibly Ron and everyone else (except Ginny, maybe?) were finally going to be alright.

"It's fi-IINE!" I screamed when Harry let go of me in the middle of a spin and making me land into the pool of glime a few feet away. "HARRY!!!!"

Two hours later, every single occupant of the house was laying in the glime breathing heavily and exhausted. "Truce?" I called out to everyone.

I heard echoes of 'truce', before sitting up straight.

Around half an hour ago, the slime growing rate had stopped suddenly, but that didn't stop it from turning the kitchen and the dining room into a green and orange nightmare. The walls, windows and table were drenched in the stuff, not to mention that the ceiling was dripping with glime and there wasn't an inch of glime-free space anywhere! The glime covered three feet of the floor, in the kitchen AND in the dining room.

"Wow," I breathed, trying to calm myself down. "That was fun."

"Fun? You kidding? Even mum joined in, eventually! This wasn't fun, this was BLOODY FANTASTIC!" Charlie exclaimed. He sat up next to me on the table (which the glime completely flooded) and we watched the unrecognizable faces floating in the glime, panting. "So, who started it, really?"

"Well," I said, thinking, "Sirius WAS the one who declared slime war. But BILL was the one who was covered in slime in the kitchen, and got some on me. BUT the twins were the ones who dunked Bill in the first place. HOWEVER, Harry was the one who funded their little jokeshop…so it all comes down to the person who reproduced Harry."

"JAMES!" Remus and Sirius shouted, before falling into the pool of slime, grinning. I shook my head.

"Nah, it all comes down to Adam and Eve. So when you die, make sure to kill those two, k? Preferably Adam," I told Charlie while grinning. He grinned too, showing his perfect green teeth at me and brushed a lock of orange hair away from my eyes.

All of a sudden, a thud was heard. Hedwig was at the window, hooting delightedly at us humans as if owls were definitely much smarter than the human race. Then she flew into the room, dropping feathers along the way which stuck to us and the slime.

"Hedwig!" Harry whined, plucking feathers out of his already messed up hair.

However, I didn't get a chance to worry about the feathers, because Hedwig flew around in circles before dropping a piece of parchment onto Charlie's lap. And this wasn't any ordinary parchment. The colour of my face would have left, if it weren't for the glime that was practically glued onto it.

"Oh no," I muttered when I saw that Charlie was unfolding the very parchment Hedwig had stolen a few days ago.

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