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Hermione's POV

It was if everything happened in slow motion. Charlie opened the parchment carefully, trying not to stain it too much. I shouted out, "No!" and dived towards the letter, but ended up with a faceful of glime.

"Ooof-gurglegurgle, blech."

"Hermione!"

When I resurfaced from the glime pool, Charlie was holding the parchment up frustratedly. "Great, now it's soaked with this..."

"Glime?" I suggested helpfully, feeling guilty about the whole ordeal. I felt my face heat up tremendously. Why was I so embarrassed? It's only Charlie. In fact, it didn't even have my name on it! The stationary I had used was mine, because I recognised its rareness, but it's not like Charlie knew that! "Sorry," I mumbled, but held my satisfactory smile. At least no one can read it now!

Charlie stood up just then, dangling the now ruined parchment with a raised eyebrow. "Glime? No, I don't wanna know. No worries though. I'm sure that as soon as they find the 'antidote', it'll be fixed right up."

I nodded, my ten seconds of relief sinking down into my stomach. "Right." I was a loss for words.

"So why did you say that you wanted to kill James Potter? It doesn't make sense, no offence," Charlie continued the conversation.

I blinked, before trying to answer and resisting the urge to grab the parchment out of his hands an ripping it to shreds. "Oh, er, because he reproduced Harry, who gave the twins money to open the shop, who made this glime-oh shut up-which ended up with this, well this." I gestured to the room, but I lacked a smile. I needed to come up with a plan! Now!

Charlie tucked the parchment into his pocket and gave me a look. "Are you okay? Still upset about...what we talked about? Because if it'll cheer you up, I'll get the twins to show you the picture of me in a tutu and leot-"

"No, it's ok. I think I've just had too much of this glime for today," I answered him. From the corner of my eye, I saw Harry mouth 'glime' to Sirius and Remus, who shrugged and shook their heads in disbelief. "Um, look! Your mum's opening the door to the backyard so we can get hosed down."

Sure enough, once Molly Weasley opened the back door in the kitchen, the orange and green liquid slipped from the room and out into the dark starry night. A giant waved knocked into Charlie and I and we felt outselves flow out the door smoothly. "Goodness gracious!" she fussed as she tried to wrench some of it out of her hair. "Scourgify won't work, the house is soaked, those two rascals...everyone come over here so we can get you hosed down."

"Um, I don't think it's a good idea to do that," I tried to say, but Molly had whipped out her stained wand and pointed it the nearest person.

"Aguamenti!"

A shot of water burst from the tip of her wand and onto a startled Charlie. "Mum!"

Thankfully, however, the glime didn't grow spontaneously like last time. Molly shot larger mounts of water onto Charlie's head and moved her wand all the way until he was soaked in water. The glime started to dissolve into the water and disappear.

Once I was clean and dry, I hurried over to the second eldest Weasley while everyone else was still cleaning themselves. "So, how's the letter?" I asked nervously, shifting a blue towel onto my shoulders.

Charlie shook his hair violently, drops of water flying everywhere. He took out the parchment, which to my dismay, was no longer green or orange. It had turned back to its beige colour, with the extraordinary stationary in red bordering my words that had been written. I hated the piece of paper at the moment SO much. "It's fine. It might be from work or a friend, or something. I'll just set it on my desk to dry tonight, cuz if I open it now, it'll rip."

I didn't dare mention the drying charm incase he'd do it and read it right now, but Charlie had yawned and I could tell he was definitely not up to reading anything just then. "Ok then. Well, I'm tired," I said, pretending to yawn to add to the effect. Sighing, I glanced up at the Burrow. A couple windows were still stained with glime, and I could tell that the kitchen and the dining room weren't going to be cleaned this night. "So do you want to go inside and get some sleep?" I yawned again, and tried not to look too hopeful.

Charlie, however, was oblivious to my act. "Actually, yeah. I had went to a party just before this one, so I'm beat. Come on, let's go through the front door." He took my arm and guided me around the garden.

Gulping, I looked over my shoulder to see that Remus was trying hard not to laugh, so I stuck my tongue out at him and tried not to look too worried.

Once we reach the very porch the Charlie had comforted me on, he stopped and lit his wand to get a better view of me. "So, some party, huh?"

"Yep. This is one that I'll never forget. Ever," I added dryly and grinned at him. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him smooth out the wet parchment, and put it in his pocket. "So, I guess you were right. There isn't a party without Charlie Weasley there." Suddenly, I felt someone poke me on my ankle, and I winced but Charlie didn't notice.

He winked, before opening the door. "Ladies first."

"Actually, I think I'm just gonna wait out here for...Harry. I still need to talk to him," I lied, kicking my foot around until I realised that there was a soft bush right next to the porch. "Sorry. But thanks." I gave him a smile.

Once Charlie was gone inside the house (with the parchment, I'll sadly add), I turned around to see Remus, Harry and Sirius emerge from the bush, leaves in their hair and everything. "What?" I whispered, closing the front door so no one would hear us.

"Is something wrong? You seem a bit...tense," Harry stated, coming over to me and putting his hand on my forehead. I slapped it away, annoyed. "Well, Hermione, you seem nervous of something."

"Erm..." I glanced at the werewolf, then the animagus, and then at Harry. "Well, I sorta have a problem," I began lamely.

"What?"

Sirius took my arm and together, the four of us sat down on the steps of the porch. I explained my little predicament as quickly and quietly as possible. When I was down, Sirius let out a chuckle. "Seriously?"

"Yeah. What the HELL am I gonna do? I just can't let him read it!"

"Well, it's not like you signed it or anything, and he definitely won't figure out your handwriting," Remus told me. He patted my back, while Harry frowned.

"But he could find out. I mean, it's not that hard, is it? There's a spell that immediately identifies wizards or witches' handwriting," Harry pointed out. I stood up, feeling scared.

"I've GOT to get it back!" I hissed at them. Sirius pulled me down again, sighing.

"Ok, we will, so calm down. I don't see what the big deal is," Sirius said, sighing. Then he smirked. "But of course, I'm all in for sneaking and stealling. You?"

"I don't see how you can't just tell him what the parchment is about," Remus said, ignoring Sirius. "I mean, you told us, and we understand. Who's to say that he won't?"

"I just CAN'T tell him, or let him read it," I repeated stubbornly.

"Also," Harry added, "I want to sneak and steal too."

"See? The boy says good things!" Sirius exclaimed, clapping Harry on the back, which he 'oofed' to. "Sorry, Prongslet."

Remus sighed, before darting glances in all directions. "Well, everyone's busy trying to clean the kitchen and the dining room up right now."

"Why? Why not leave it 'til morning?"

"Molly's having kittens, that's why," the three of them said simultaneously.

"Oh. So...any plans on how to get it back?" Suddenly, Moony and Padfoot had mischevious look on their faces, and rubbed their hands together.

"Let's see," Sirius started to think. "Charlie's bedroom, shared with Bill, is on the third floor. The stairs to the third floor are...in the hall right between the living room...and the kitchen."

"Crap," I muttered angrily, clenching my towel harder.

"And last I heard," Harry added guiltily, "Bill went up to bed as well."

"Great," I whispered. "First, we'll need distractions for everyone that's in the kitchen trying to clean it up!"

"That can be arranged," Remus cut in, smirking. "Two part step: create chaos in the dining room and...leeches." Great! 'Operation: Get the Parchment that Hedwig had stolen which contained my deepest thoughts out of Charlie's room before he or anyone else reads it' has just begun.

"Moony, you are evil!" Sirius laughed while Harry and I sniggered. "That's perfect! But...where are we gonna get leeches?"

"Excuse me, but I wasn't top of transfiguration class for nothing, you know." I took out my wand and firstly conjured up a glass jar out of twigs. Then I gathered a couple pebbles and transformed them into black, two inch long leeches. I held out the jar, which was filled with about twenty leeches, proudly. "I don't reckon these kind suck blood, but they are very ichy."

"Perfect. That's the Hermione we all know and love when her head isn't stuck in some book," Harry commented, and I bucked him on the head with a glare. "Or doing that."

"What next?" Sirius inquired. "I know! We have to lure Bill out of his and Charlie's room. But how?"

We all looked incredulously at the dog animagus. "Are you kidding me? Are you a Marauder or not? How many times did you have to lure me or James out of our dorm, so that the other can put itching powder in my socks or something?" Remus asked. Sirius beamed proudly.

"Good times."

"Well, this isn't some simple PRANK. I really need to get this parchment!" I hissed at him. "I thought you're gonna help me!"

"I am!"

"But you're not!"

"I will!"

"So think of something!"

"I'm trying!"

"You're not trying hard enough! Try harder!"

"OK!" Sirius shouted, and put on his thinking face. It was really funny when he does that; he'd twist his mouth to the side, wipe his chin with his fingers, raised an eyebrow and looked up as if seeing God sending down some sort of message.

Two minutes later, he was in the same position, and I had boredly swung my legs onto Harry's lap and leaned onto the wall of the house lazily. Remus was sitting in a slumped position, and I think he had fallen asleep, because if I didn't know any better, I'd say he was snoring. As for Harry, he was staring at his godfather as if he'd jump up and say what brilliant plan he had in the next second or two.

Three minutes after that, my head was resting on Remus' back, my eyelids heavily drooping. The werewolf himself was leaning on Sirius now, still asleep. Harry kept looking at Padfoot with a bright smile. The dog himself hadn't changed expression at all.

Five minutes after that, and several different sleeping positions later, Remus finally had enough. "PADFOOT!" he yelled into Sirius' ear. Sirius yelped, and looked accusingly at the werewolf.

"What's your problem, Moony?"

"Why does it take you so long to figure out a plan to lure Bill out of his room?" Remus snapped. I yawned, and nodded my head agreeingly.

"I was supposed to be thinking of a plan for that?" Sirius asked, appalled. He blinked innocently, and not the 'of course i'm guilty' innocent look. He actually was perplexed. My jaw dropped, and I slapped my head.

"What WERE you thinking of then?" I demanded exasperately.

"The answer to: x equals four times the tangent of angle y, if the hypotenuse is 45m long and the other angle equals x minus r plus t, divided by b times r plus r times x to the negative power of ten(if r equals to ten thousand and every other variable is tens times that except for x) plus the reciprocal of 4 plus pie minus two thirds minus...one," Sirius put bluntly. Remus, Harry and I sweatdropped and slapped our foreheads again.

"Sirius!" I hissed angrily, crossing my arms in a huff.

Sirius looked towards the sky, and yelled, "Fine! That's NOT what I was thinking of!"

"What? Were you thinking 'If trains A leaves the station at 75 miles per hour and train B leaves the same station at 100 miles per hour, but leaves twenty minutes after train A, when will they catch up?'?" Remus asked sarcastically.

Sirius raised his eyebrow. "Now you just sound like a dork, Moony." Remus rolled his eyes before pinching Sirius' arm.

"Sirius!" Harry warned.

"Ok, fine! I was thinking about women! Snogging girls, kissing girls, making out with girls, do you get my drift?" he snapped.

I made a disgusted face, before it turned into a huge grin and I snapped my fingers. "That's perfect! Sirius, you are a genius!"

"He is?" Remus asked dryly again, rubbing his arm where Sirius had pinched him back.

"Of course I am!" he puffed out his chest arrogantly, sort of like how Percy does it. But Percy didn't have his six pack (not that I'm looking. I'm just stating). "Why am I a genius!"

"Because we can lure Bill out to smooch Fleur! It's simple!" I stood up excitedly. "Come on, Sirius has already wasted enough time." I gave the jar of itchy leeches to Harry. "Remus, put a charm on it so no one can get rid of these creatures easily. Also, make sure no one sees me sneak up the third floor stairs. Everyone knows I'm on the second floor, and the stairs are right in this hallway." I opened the door, and peeked about to see no one was lurking about. "Sirius, get Fleur to go upstairs to see Bill. Then go help Remus create chaos in the kitchen!"

"Like what?" Remus whispered as we all stepped into the Burrow and closed the door behind us.

"I don't know! Anything! Now go!" I shoved the two Marauders into the living room, and Harry and I watched from the door as they slipped into the kitchen and into the dining room.

"As soon as you hear screams," I whispered to Harry, "go and find a good place to sick the leeches."

It didn't take too long, because we soon heard Molly's shrieks from whatever Sirius and Remus were doing. "Now!"

"Ok, ok, hold your horses woman," Harry muttered, but crept into the living room carefully with the jar behind his back.

I watched carefully as Harry walked into the kitchen and into the dining room as well. Then I crawled into the living room and hid behind a couch, listening carefully for sounds. I got up and walked on my tippy toes to the kitchen door, and careful not to touch the almost gone glime, I could see Ginny walking to my best friend with a flirty smile on her face. Luna, who hadn't washed from the whole war, frowned, and grabbed Ginny's arm and started talking about something to her.

I smiled as Luna started to get really angry with Ginny, because soon, they started shrieking on the ground and tried to pull each other's hair out. Wait, did a teapot just fly by?

"Wow, this is a night to remember," I whispered to myself. Then I remembered what I was supposed to do, and looked for the Marauders. They were somewhere unseenable arguing with Mrs. Weasley, and boy, did I hate to be in their shoes.

"Come on, Harry," I whispered. Where was he?

It seemed to take forever before Sirius exited the dining room and slammed the door shut. "Finally! What happened?"

"Remus is in there now, trying to get everything to stop flying. Actually, he's making things worse. I managed to convince Crookshanks to start jumping on everyone's backs," Sirius told me, panting for breath. "And Harry...sorta poured most of the leeches onto Percy." He smirked as I burst out laughing. I wiped a tear from my face. That GIT deserved what he got!

"Are you serious? No WAIT! Do NOT answer that," I warned, sticking my finger in his face. "But some got on everyone else, right?"

"Yup! Remus 'accidentally' charmed a few of them so they would fly att people's faces. Somehow, I don't feel guilty at all." I burst out in giggles, before gesturing upstairs.

"Bill. Fleur. Now?"

The Marauder gave me a wink, before dashing up the stairs. "Get Fleur," he said as he disappeared from view. I darted into the kitchen again and swung the door open, only to duck as several spoons and knives sped above my head.

"Sorry!" Remus called out. "I'm, er trying to stop it!" He gave me a smirk, which I held thumbs up to.

Spying Fleur outside (another door in the dining room leading outside), I dodged past Ginny and Lavender screaming at Luna, Percy scratching on the ground while Harry and Ron tried to pick them up, a puddle of glime, Kingsley trying hard to get a couple plates into the china cabinet and Molly Weasley fussing with Crookshanks.

"Bad cat!" I screamed, feeling guilty about what we were all doing. But it's for the best. I CANNOT let Charlie see that parchment. I didn't know why, but I felt like I'd die from embarassment if he did. This was totally worth it. "Sorry Mrs. Weasley!"

I ran outside to see Tonks and a couple other Order members trying to fight other flying objects and leeches, like the hose that was on full blast. "Fleur, come inside for a minute!" I yelled.

"Porquoi?" she screamed and ducked as a garden gnome flew at her from the bushes.

"Come on!" I grabbed her hand, ignoring her annoying protests and led her inside, but through the kitchen door instead. I slammed the door leading to the dining room closed and locked it before dragging Fleur into the living room.

"Iim, glad zat's overe," Fleur told me, panting heavily. I coughed, breathing in and out really fast. A moment later, Sirius slid down the banister with a smirk on his face.

"Fleur! I'm so glad you're here!" he cried out, putting on mock delight. "Your husband is looking for you!"

We shot up the stairs quietly, and I recognised that Charlie's room was on the end of the hallway to the right. Sirius led us the left.

"Ver is he?" Fleur asked.

Sirius gave me a look, and opened the door at the end of the hallway. "He's in here. Enjoy snogging, k? Don't worry, the lock charm will go away from about 10 minutes to...three hours. Cheers." Without time to blink, he shoved the part Veela into the closet into Bill's arms, closed the door and muttered a few charms and then a silencing spell.

"Wow. I will never question or doubt your Maraudering abilities again," I whispered, shaking my head with disbelief. "If you went into Bill's room, why didn't you just get the parchment?"

"He wasn't in his room. He was just coming from the washroom," Sirius whispered as we slowly but silently crept down the hallway to Charlie and Bill's room. "I put a silencing charm on his room, so Charlie won't wake and wonder what's going on downstairs." I nodded thoughtfully, pleased that everything was going well so far. All of a sudden, we heard a voice from the foot of the stairs belonging to a fuming Ginny Weasley.

"That Loony Luna Lovegood! She's almost as bad as Loopy Lupin, who charmed everything to make my hair a mess!" she was whining to somebody down there.

Sirius gave me a prod to Charlie's room. "I'll take care of them," he whispered, before running down the steps.

I smiled, took a deep breath and came to a stop at Charlie's door. "Here goes," I mumbled. Making sure that Ginny's voice was no longer that audible, I opened the door a crack and peep into Charlie and Bill's bedroom.

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