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A/N Thank you to all those who reviewed! But I have a problem, I need more suggestions on pranks! So if you review, give me an idea, please!

Hermione's POV

Waking up is never easy. Waking up at five am is very hard and uncomfortable. But try waking up at five o'clock after you've been dunked on the head with a bucket of ice cold water.

"Hahahaha!" I heard a simultaneously laugh as I screamed and shot out of bed.

Panting, I wiped the cold water off with my sheets and screeched at the twins. "FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY! You're gonna DIE!" You never realise how annoying the whole water wake up call is until you've experienced it.

Of course, that's not nearly as bad as when I was in the den reading a couple books and writing a few reports for the Ministry. I made sure not to enchant my quill. It was about the break of dawn, and I couldn't go back to sleep, and no one else was up so I had decided reading and writing would be nice. "Let's see..." I thought carefully as I finished my report. "Done."

"Hi Hermione," a voice innocently called out. I got up to see one of the twins looking at me innocently at the doorway of the den. "I'm SO sorry about what happened this morning. I hope you can forgive me?"

I marched over to him with an fuming glare on my face, and he had the nerve to back away from me. "You immature, arrogant, childish, adolescent, juvenile, BRAT!" I had yelled, ready to punch Fred (or George) on the nose with I heard a chomping sound. Fred crossed his arms, smirked and leaned on the doorway.

"Perfecto," he whistled.

I turned around to see the very seat I was just sitting on 'chewing' my report. "What the BLOODY hell!" I shrieked, racing over to the desk again. Just like the sorting hat, the chair now had a huge rip in the backrest where its mouth was, and it was shredding my report to a million pieces. "FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY!" I think my hair was standing up or something, because I felt like I would burst. I spent hours in total on that report!

"It's our Chewing Chairs," George (or Fred?) explained calmly as he walked up beside Fred (or George?). "We should have used these on our teachers when we were in school."

"ARG! I am gonna WRING your bloody scrawny necks!" I immediately started walking towards them menacingly, and when I was up close to Fred (or G-, you know what? I'll just stop this), I grabbed his head and put my arm around him so he was in a neck lock.

"Help, Gred!"

"No problem, Forge!" George dived in to help his red-faced twin, but I kicked George in the privates, and he cowered away in pain. Fred finally thought it was funny, because he half coughed and half laughed at me.

"You two aren't going anywhere," I sneered. "I'm sure no one will miss you and your silly pranks!"

At that moment, Fred had managed to get loose and struggled to free himself of my grip. I wasn't really choking him, but it's still fun to watch them lose their dignities. "Hermione!"

To my surprise, Fred leaned up and brushed his mouth onto mine. I was so shocked that I let go of him, and he instantly smirked and helped his twin up. "We'll get you!" he called over his shoulder as I stood, paralyzed on the spot. Then when I realise that the kiss was majorly a distraction, I broke out in fury again.

"FRED WEASLEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

At breakfast, at about seven o'clock, I had finished redoing my report and was now sitting beside Harry and Ginny talking.

"So he kissed you?" Ginny asked incredulously. "Huh, I figured he'd get a girlfriend. I think he should have done bet-" Harry clamped his hand onto Ginny's mouth, who sighed dreamily as though she wished his hand was his lips.

"What did you just say?" I demanded angrily.

"Ginny," Harry told her, "that wasn't very nice." He removed his hand, and glared at her. Thank goodness. He was on my side for this one.

"First of all, I can't believe you wouldn't think I'd be a good girlfriend," I hissed at her silently when everyone else gave us weird looks at the breakfast table. "Second of all, we're not DATING. He just gave me a peck to get away from my wrath."

Ginny chewed on her muffin thoughtfully. "Whatever. Not like I care who you date; just don't date Harry."

"You can't tell me who to date or not date," I hissed again and stomped on her foot. Then I got up, lip trembling, and stalked straight out of the kitchen.

Nobody's POV

"What's with her?" Ron inquired with a mouthful of bacon.

"Beats me," Ginny replied airily, inspecting her fingernails. Harry gave her a disgusted look before filing out of the room behind Hermione.

"Rats," Fred and George sighed. "Now they won't get their breakfast surprise." They gestured towards Harry and Hermione's cereal bowl, and saw that it was starting to-.

"Finite Incantatem," Charlie chanted quickly, and the 'surprise' died. He smirked at his brothers, who had pouted but went back to eating their breakfast. Leaning over and making sure no one else was listening, he whispered to Ginny. "Ginny, did Hermione say that...Fred kissed her this morning?"

She gave him a noncaring shrug, all the while examining her nails still. "I think so. That's what she said. I think she said something else after, but I didn't hear."

"More like you didn't pay attention. She was pretty mad," Charlie informed her.

"Whatever. Listen, I gotta go meet Bobby; we're going out for brunch." She stood up dusting her skirt.

Charlie raised an eyebrow. "But I thought you were going out with Mac? That's who was here, yesterday. Right?"

"Mac's hair is too long," Ginny said in an almost whining tone, before walking out of the kitchen. She left Charlie to his thoughts.

Unbeknownst to Charlie, Remus was listening to their very word, including when Hermione was present. Well, being a werewolf has some of its good perks.

"Sirius, it's time we do something," he whispered to his best friend, who gave a puzzled glance.

"Do what about what and why do I need to help do this something that I have no idea about beca-"

"Shut up, Padfoot," Remus ordered, stuffing a piece of toast into his mouth. Sirius started to protest, but found he couldn't make a sound, so chewed on the bread anyway. Remus sighed, before rubbing his temple with his fingers.

"Remus? You okay?" Tonks asked worriedly.

"Nothing, it's just that-" Remus suddenly looked as though he had the most brilliant idea ever. He looked at the useless Sirius, and then back to his pink haired girlfriend on his left side. "Actually, I need your help with something..."

Hermione's POV again

Well, long after breakfast and lunch, mostly everyone had gone by now. Only the Weasley family, Fleur, the twins' girlfriends, Harry, Remus, Sirius and Tonks were left talking about in the living room. Ever since yesterday's wild chaos (the slime war or the whole operation, I'm not sure which), everyone was so energetic and hyper for something else to happen.

"Arthur and I are going off to pick up a few thing in Diagon Alley," Molly announced to us a few hours before dinner. "We're going to be walking to the neighbour's fireplace."

"What's wrong with this one? It worked just fine yesterday." I looked up from my book I was reading, giving her a frown.

"Yes, well," Arthur said, "for some reason, our fireplace is blocked. A letter from the Ministry said so. It seems like last time someone travelled by it, there were a dozen complaints about...water splashing."

I blushed ferociously as Sirius gave me smirk. As the Molly and Arthur left, they closed the door shut. "Shut up Sirius. Can someone open the window? It's boiling hot in here."

"Don't try to change the subject," he teased, patting my head. I swatted his hand away, and ignored Sirius' story about my entrance last night to the others, who listened intently.

"I have to go now. Lots of work to do at the Ministry," I told them, getting up to leave. Percy raised an eyebrow from where he was doing his own reports and readings.

"All of us have the entire week off," he said arrogantly, scratching his hand frustrated. Serves him right.

"Then why did you make me come to work yesterday?" I demanded, putting my hands to my hips.

He gave me a sneer. "Don't go blaming me; you're the one who fell for it."

"Well, I'M not gonna spend another day with an arrogant, pompous head like you. Don't get me wrong, your brothers and your sister are too," I added, glaring at said Weasleys. The twins stuck their tongues out at me. "But you are by far the worst."

After saying goodbyes and giving hugs, I packed and went downstairs to the front door of the Burrow. I turned the door knob and gave it a gentle push. It didn't budge. I pushed harder, and harder but the door didn't seem to move. "Alohomora? Opaneous! Opaneous!"

Panicking, I quickly dragged my trunk beside me while sprintin to the back door in the kitchen. "Anything wrong, Hermione?" Remus asked in a strange voice. I ignored him and tried to open the door. After trying the third exit outside, I started banging on it.

"No." Bang. "No." Bang. "This." Bang. "Can." Bang. "Not." Bang. "Be happening!" BANG! The door didn't budge at all. I broke out into overdramatic sobs. "Why oh why? You hate me don't you?" I asked the ceiling, before banging my head on the door one last time.

"Did anyone tell you that you're a drama queen?" Harry asked as he entered the room, carrying a glass of butterbeer. "What's wrong?"

"We can't get out!" I exclaimed, pointing my wand at the door. "Bombarda!" Nothing. I did the same to the windows, and none of the exploded or moved or anything.

"Are you serious?"

"Charlie! How come we can't get out?" I demanded hysterically. "If I stay another minute in this house with PERCY and the TWINS and that...that GINNY, I will go insane!!!!!! Not to mention it's FORTY DEGREES IN HERE!"

"Nothing to worry about," Charlie reassured after testing out the door. "Let's just apparate out."

I stood there for a minute, concentrating on apparating. It didn't work. "What the BLOODY HELL is going on here? Fred! George! GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW!"

"You called out, Mione?" The identical brothers grinned cheekily at me as they entered the dining room, where all chaos usually happens. "Anything we can do for you?"

"Fix this. NOW!" I roared.

"Fix what?"

I gestured to the house. "I can't get out through the doors! I can't get out through the windows! I already tried blasting the wall down! The fireplace is jammed, we can't apparate! I know you had something to do with this, and if you don't fix this right now, I'll make sure that you'll never ever have children, which would be splendid because there won't be mini twins running around..." I panted, glaring at them. They had shocked faces.

"Hermione-"

"-we swear-"

"-on Weasley Wizarding Wheezes-"

"-and on the Marauders' names-"

"-that we did not-"

"-do this prank," they both finished at the same time.

"But we might have helped Tonks with the apparating bit."

"And the anti portkeying."

I whirled around to look at the Metamorphamagus. "WHY DID YOU TRAP US IN THIS BLOODY HOUSE? CAN'T YOU SEE WE'RE STUCK?" I screamed. I could tell everyone had an amused smile at my distress, and none of them looked too worried that we were bloody trapped in a house for god knows long.

"HE made me do it!" Tonks whined, pointing a finger at her boyfriend. I faced the werewolf, who put an innocent look on his face.

"Remus Lupin," I said in a really dangerous voice. "Fix this. Now."

He shrugged sheepishly. "Er, I put up the spells, but I, er, don't know how to reverse it."

"Cool!" Ron exclaimed. "That means mom and dad can't get back in!"

"Everyone stop breathing; you're taking up all my oxygen supply!" Charlie shouted as the shock finally kicked in and everyone started panicking.

"I can't believe this! I was suppose to go to my manicure appointment in half an hour!" Ginny shrieked hysterically. "Now I'm stuck here with, HER!" She pointed at me and/or Luna, and I must have lost it cuz I lunged for her. I wasn't the only one, because Luna lost all her strange calmness and dived for Ginny's red hair. "Ow ow ow ow ow!"

"What was that?" I screamed into her ear as I took her wand and charmed her skin to start turning an ugly purple. "You want us to pull your hair harder?"

"NO!"

"Luna, pull harder!"

I felt someone's arms around my waist, trying to pull me off. I kicked for the person to let go, but I ended up kicking Ginny in the face. "Oops, sorry. No wait, I'M NOT!"

Once Harry pulled Luna off, and Charlie kept me from killing his sister, we managed to calm down. "I should have NOT come to this party," I growled to Charlie as Ginny marched into the den miserably.

Silence in the room. We all turned to Fred and George, because they had guilty looks on their faces. "Uh, that might have not been a good idea to go...inside the den," they said.

I glanced at Charlie to give him a look, but to my surprise, he had a stoic expression. "Are you okay?" I whispered.

He relaxed, and nodded though he didn't look me in the eye. "I'm fine."

All of a sudden, we heard a loud shrieking coming from the den. "That might be our Lurker Lamps," George explained, wincing.

Fred nodded, adding, "It's a lamp that if shined upon someone, it gives them lurkers."

I slapped my forehead disgustedly. "Did I WANT to know? If you two DARE pull any pranks again, I will KILL YOU!"

"What are we supposed to do until any of the spells weaken for us to leave?" Bill asked Remus tiredly.

Remus glanced at the twins and Tonks. "Um, nothing? It might be there...for several hours."

Sirius gave a whoop. "YES! I LOVE this!" he exclaimed wildly, pumping his fist into the air. He was the only one except for the twins who was excited about the recent household conditions.

"Seriously, what are we gonna do now? It's boiling hot in here and we can't even open the windows!" I stated exasperatedly. "Nevermind. Simple cooling charm." But when I reached into my pocket, I found that it was no longer there anymore. "Um, did anyone take my wand?"

Remus gave me a sheepish grin. "Well, I sorta put a spell on all the wands so that they would...disappear for a while."

I sweatdropped. "Great! Just what we need! I'm now wandless, hot, tired, stuck inside a house with a tramp (Ginny), a prat (Percy), a pig (Ron), two people who won't stop making lovey dovey eyes at each other (Bill and Fleur), and FOUR OR MORE PEOPLE WHO WON'T STOP PRANKING!" I snapped.

"Actually, we prefer the term 'marauding," Sirius said. I jabbed him hard in the ribs. "Just saying!"

"What do we do now?" I sneered at them.

Harry raised his hand and jumped up and down like a three year old. Weird, never seem him act like this before. "Yeess, Harry?" I called out stonily, trying not to lose my temper.

"Let's play truth or dare!" he chirped. Everyone started nodding their heads excitedly.

I gave them a look, before turning to Charlie. "Did he just say- Truth or Dare?"

Charlie grinned at me, clapping me on the back. "Yep. Come on, Mione. It'll be fun. The house to ourselves, playing truth or dare..."

"We're not little kids anymore!" I shrieked. "We're locked in a bloody house and the first thing you all wanna do is play this STUPID game?"

"Come on," Charlie pouted. "Sometimes, you need to act a bit immature to let it all out."

"Yeah, and that happened yesterday. In case you haven't noticed, yesterday there was three feet of icky stuff, flying stuff, itchy leeches, and not to mention BURNING CURTAINS!" I roared.

"Come on. Let's have a bit of fun, take risks, have an adventure in the lovely comfort of our Burrow?" Charlie pleaded, giving me big round eyes and pouting his dark pinkish red lips. "Pwease pwetty pwease pwease??"

"Yeah Mione," Harry added, "you always work, day and night. After tomorrow, we'll never see you again until the next World War Party."

I tried not to giggle at my best friend and my other best friend's brother. "Still, we should be working on how to get out of here," I tried to argue.

Remus shook his head. "Nothing we can do until the spells start to wear off, I'm afraid."

I rolled my eyes, before finally giving in. "Fine. Let's go play Truth or Dare." Fred and George whooped and high fived. "Just for you all to know, it really is the most stupid and girliest game there is."

"Whatever."

Soon, Bill, Fleur, Charlie, Fred, George, Alicia and Katie, Ron, Harry, Luna and I were all settled in the living room comfortably, sipping on firewhiskey or butterbeer happily and stuffing our faces with chocolate frogs. Percy had gone up to his room to get some work done, and Ginny was in her room moping her eyes out because of her spots. Seriously, I have a zit on my temple right now and I'm not complaining. Of course, it's only ONE...

"Ok, who goes first?" I asked, looking around the room. I really wanted to die right now.

"You may do that honors," Charlie told me. He and I were sitting beside each other on the sofa, with Harry and Luna on the other side of Charlie. The others were sitting on the other couchesnext to their respective girlfriends, except for Ron and Sirius

"Ok then. Bill Weasley," I said, smirking as I picked out my victim. "Truth or Dare."

"Um," he gulped when he saw my look, "dare...?"

Charlie leaned over and whispered something into my ear. My neck tingled as I felt his hot breath whisper, "Tell him to dance for Fleur in front of us."

I giggled, before repeating what Charlie said. Bill paled.

"I will not," he said stubbornly. "And there's nothing you or anyone can do to make me. No one here has wands to put the Imperius Curse on me, which is the only force on the earth that might have a SMALL chance of getting me to da-"

"Pleeze, Bill?" Fleur asked hopefully.

"Ok."

I stifled my laugh in Charlie's arm as Bill decided to pull Fleur up and waltz across the room. "The only horrifying thing about how cute they look, is that this is absolutely dreadful."

"You know for a smart and bright witch, you don't make a lot of sense," Charlie told me, chuckling.

Once Bill was done, he pointed to one of the twins. "You, George."

"I'm Fred!"

"Ok, then, Fred!"

"But you wanted George!" the other twins persisted.

"Fine! Both of you! Truth or dare?"

"Dare," they answered in unison.

I saw Fleur whisper something into Bill's ear, and I couldn't help but be reminded of how Charlie had down that with me. Does it mean something?

"Strip dance," Bill told them with a face of disgust.

I burst out into a fit of uncontrollable giggles as I watched the twins' faces drop.

"No WAY!" Alicia Spinnet burst out laughing, along with Katie Bell. The giggled so hard when Fred and George turned red.

"Hey!"

"That's not fair!'

"Why do we have to do this?"

"Yeah?"

"Beecuzz," Fleur explained in her accented eengliizz. "Eet'z for all zee timez you pranked ev'rybozy."

I burst out laughing as Bill, Charlie and Ron instantly turned their faces away as the twins started stip dancing, without the strip. "Charlie!" I exclaimed when he buried his face behind my back, pretending to vomit. "Did you get a picture, Tonks?"

"Yep," she, Sirius and Remus called out, laughing. "Harry, remind us to give these to Colin Creevy to print out."

"Will do."

The twins looked horrified, but justified their dignity by laughing in the end. "Ok, our turn. We pick Sirius."

"Me?" Sirius asked, looking appalled. "Why me?"

"Because we just want to choose you," Fred said.

"Why? Why not Harry or Remus or Hermione?"

"We just choose you! So quit stalling!" George hollered. Sirius gave a defeated, dramatic sigh.

"I pick dare. No way am I doing truth!"

"Chicken," Remus teased. Sirius stuck his tongue out at him.

The twins smirked (how many times have the smirked in their lives? a couple billion times a year, maybe? they just do it SO often...) and whispered something to the dog animagus, who suddenly starting bursting into laughter. "And you must do this by tomorrow!"

"The person will Kill me," he protested.

"Oh well."

"Charlie," Sirius picked, giving the second eldest Weasley a mischevious smile. I heard Charlie gulp beside me. "Truth or dare? By the way, it doesn't matter which one you pick, you're still gonna get it."

"Um, dare."

"Why doesn't anyone pick truth?" I sighed.

"Because," Charlie told me, "those are worst than dares. Dares, you have to do something stupid, but truths are really...sentimental."

"Or just mental," I muttered under my breath.

Sirius gave me a wild grin, before telling Charlie to, "Draw names of all the people in the room right now, guys and girls, brothers or not. Pick one, and kiss the person."

"Ew. God, you are sick . I don't know why I hang out with you people," I said disgustedly, making a face. "First strip dancing at then... GRR!"

Charlie gave me a desperate glance as Sirius started writing names down and placed them in an old hat. "Pick one."

"I don't feel so bad about my dare anymore," Fred or George commented, grinning. Then they scowled. "Just don't pick any of us."

Charlie's hand went in the bag, and came out with a slip of paper. "Hermione."

"Yeah?"

"No, I mean, Hermione. As in I got you."

Every single occupant in the house released their breaths they had been holding. "No one pick Sirius ever again," Harry told them all, wiping sweat from his forehead. They all nodded in agreement. "Someone get me an ice cold bucket of ice, please?"

Charlie turned to me with a slightly amused smile. "Well, pucker up, Mione."

"No wa-" I was cut off when he pressed his lips firmly onto mine. I barely had time to think when he ended the kiss two seconds after that. "..." Speechless. That's new.

"Hey!" I looked at Alicia as she grabbed the old hat away from Sirius. "There's nothing but ONLY Hermione's name in here!"

"So you got us worried for NOTHING?" Katie shrieked. "Harry, your godfather is evil."

"Which one?" he inquired defeatedly, as if this was nothing new. "My unofficial one, who got us stuck here, or my official one, who tricked us just for amusement?"

Charlie was ready to wring Sirius' neck, so I grabbed his arm and attempted to seat him.

"Did you know that nargles have godfathers as well?" Luna said dreamily, snuggling up to Harry. We sweatdropped. No I mean seriously, we did. The place was so hot, we were all sweating profusely.

"Well, THIS game's over," I told them coldly and got up and marched out of the room.

As I walked up the stairs into my bedroom, I heard someone come after me. "Hermione, wait!"

I paused, and resisted the urge to push Sirius off the stairs. We were near the top, it might be enough to kill him.

"Yes?"

"Hermione, why are you so worked up about it? It's just one innocent kiss!"

"Well, maybe not to m-" I blurted out before I could stop myself. Sirius gave me a sideways glance.

"So you DO like him!" he exclaimed. I slapped my hand over his mouth.

"Shh! No I don't!" But I didn't know for sure anymore. I mean, by now I should know that my subconscious thinking is always right, right?

"Yes you do! You always flirting," he said, putting on a teasing smile. "And it explains why you just bolted."

"We don't flirt," I said boldly, "we were just playing with each other."

"Sure..." he wiggled his eyebrows, "playing."

I gave him a glare before stomping up the rest of the way up the stairs.

"Oh come on, Hermione! I know that you and I never got along, except for yesterday, but you know me! And you can tell me if you like him or not. I can even help you hook up with him!"

Without giving him a glance back, I scoffed. "He has a girlfriend."

"It was just one date!"

I whipped around. "How do you know?"

"Please. I'm a Marauder. And so is Remus. Dropping eaves is our specialty." I glared at him, but I stopped trying to get into my room, but instead I finally gave into Sirius' pestering.

"Ok, so maybe I DO like him a little. But if you tell anyone, as soon as I get my wand back, you're never gonna have hair again," I threatened.

"Done," another voice said pleasantly.

I rolled my eyes and asked why? to God in my head. "Why is it that you always eavesdrop, Remus?"

"Bad influence of my dad and Sirius," Harry replied as he walked up the stairs behind Remus.

"Right. Well, tell anyone, and you're bald. Goodnight." I made way to my room.

"We haven't even had dinner yet," Remus pointed out. I turned around.

"To dinner!"

Dinner was...different. Molly and Arthur had come to the Burrow about an hour before we set out sandwiches, and they had looked horrified. Yelling over the glass, Molly had told us, "We'll be at the Prewetts! As soon as the spell wears off, tell us!" Then they had left, as though they were glad to...NOT be in the same house as us.

Well, anyway, as we were all sitting at the dinner table, I was silently pleading for no food fights. Of course, so far so good, but it wasn't even half over yet. "Did I mention how much I hate being stuck in the same house as you two?" I told them, wrinkling my nose as they let out gas. From both ends.

"Plenty of times. Sirius did you do your dare yet?" they asked.

"Of course I did." Remus choked on his drink, since he was probably the only other one who had heard the twins tell Sirius what it was. It can't be THAT bad, can it?

"So you actually s-?"

"SHUSH!"

Ginny had come downstairs earlier to see to her mother about her pimples, and how it was all Fred and George's fault. Percy had come down too, and was the only one sympathetic. "You should be ashamed. Give her the antidote."

"The antidote is mixing snake liver with heavy garlic and adding lime to it. Lime or lemon, of your choice. Personally chilli helps the skin wonderfully!" I lied to Ginny, who had squealled and gone to her brother to get the ingredients. "Psycho bitch," I muttered under my breath.

Luna, who had heard me, agreed whole heartily with me. "She's trying to take Harry away from me," she said in a strange voice. "I hope the nargles eat her hair."

Normally on every other occasion, I would have objected to anything Luna said. But I had to agree that this was what I hope would happen to her as well. (A/N I didn't want Hermione to be way out of character. so if she is, tell me, please?)

After dinner, Charlie asked me to come into the kitchen (we were NOT gonna enter the den until we figure out a counter charm for the Lurker Lamp) to help him with something. "You need help?" I was delighted.

"Yeah. Uhh...back in Romania, I sorta got in trouble with one of the othe dragon keepers," Charlie said sheepishly, rubbing his neck. "We got into a fist fight. So now my boss wanted me to write a report on dragons. Anything about them."

I frowned. "That shouldn't be too hard, right? I mean, you're an expert. Hungarian Horntails, Norwegian Ridgebacks, Chinese Fireballs..."

"Yeah, but he's asking for fifteenrollsofparchment," Charlie said hurriedly. I blinked.

"Sorry, I didn't catch that."

"Fifteen rolls of parchment," he repeated through gritted teeth. "And so far, I've got about four done. Help me, please?"

"FIFTEEN?" I started laughing wondering how much fighting Charlie did to earn himself that. "That's even worse than McGonagall! Worse than SNAPE!"

"I know!" he exclaimed. "It's outrageous!" he added dryly, "can you help me?

"Sure. But here's a tip," I said as he unrolled his four rolls already done. "Write big, skip two lines between paragraphs and use slightly bigger margins."

"And that helps? I thought you knew everything." he asked sarcastically. I glared at him. He was gonna pay for that.

An hour later, I had made him rewrite everything he's done so far, but using bigger font, bigger spaces between words, bigger margins and two skipped linest between paragraphs. "See? You've got twice as many rolls."

Charlie looked up amazingly at me. "Wow. Now I'm only half way done!"

"Yep." I scooted my chair closer to him on the counter, pointing out a few things in a couple books that were open. The Weasleys don't own a library, but they've got a rather large shelf full of books. "You've stated every single fact, but why don't you start stating some differences between two dragons, and pros and cons of them."

"You mean, they actually count when put in an essay? I should have done this at Hogwarts!" Charlie exclaimed, dipping his quill into ink.

"You should have. That's what makes you such a Weasley. But I'm sure I like you better than Percy, so don't take it too hard," I teased, as I pointed out a couple things in a Horntail and a giant lizard. "Dragons are basically lizards, so state their differences too."

"The only difference I see is that dragons can fly and can blow fire," Charlie said, shaking his head. "Whatever, thanks Hermione." He started scribbling away.

A couple minutes later, I was still pointing out things to Charlie. "Use really big words. If you're writing a report about anything, but there aren't a lot of facts, instead of just saying 'Horntail', use the full name 'Hungarian Horntail'. Takes up more space."

"I don't see how one word effects it," Charlie told me. I sighed, before going in to yet another bookworm lecture.

"In this paragraph, you've used 'Horntail' seven times. If you add 'Hungarian', that's basically a full line taken up. Just trust me, do it."

After around another half an hour of working, Charlie was almost done. "This is great! Just one more roll of parchment left." Charlie then frowned. "But the thing is, I can't think of anything else to write. Healling, taking care of them, facts about them, body parts...they're all down there."

I looked up from the book I was reading, and thought hard. "Well, just...write down several things that have happened in the past that involves dragons. Yeah, that's it. Include history on it."

"You are so damn smart," he mumbled as he scribbled away.

Ten minutes later, I had continued to read my book, but something was off. There hadn't been any quill scratching for a few minutes. I looked up to see Charlie staring at me, who instantly broke into a huge smile.

"I'm done! Thank you Hermione! You are a lifesavor! Seriously! I would have been fired, or suspended if I didn't get this in. My boss said I was no longer 'serious about my work.'. This report was just to see if I was still good enough for the job."

I grinned at him. "No problem at all. It's actually the least I can do, ever since you listened to my weeping yesterday, not to mention returning that parchment without reading it."

Charlie smiled wider. "By the way, can yo-"

"No."

"Hey! You didn't even know what I'd say!" I gave a laugh. When I noticed Charlie still looking at me, I frowned.

"What? Do I have ink on my face? Cuz if I don't, do NOT start an ink fight," I warned, paranoid about yesterday still.

Charlie cocked his head sideways. "Now why would I do that?"

"I dunno. Maybe because the infamous, and I really mean it, they're infamous, twins are YOUR brothers, and brothers usually have the same genes," I told him. Was it my imagination, or was his face getting closer? Oh well, doesn't matter, because we were having a staring contest, and I wasn't about to lose. Did I mention how gorgeous his hazel eyes are?

"I don't know, they might be a bit too small to wear my jeans," he replied, confused. I narrowed my eyes, which were starting to water. If I'm not mistaken, his were full of mirth too.

"I didn't mean JEANS, I meant GENES," I correct.

"Uh, you said that," he told me, appalled. I rolled my eyes, careful not to blink.

"GENES, as in starting with a G."

"Jeans doesn't have a G in it," Charlie told me again. Our faces were so close, our noses were touching. I could see Charlie's eyelids starting to tremble, as if desperately wanting to blink so badly. "Hermione, love, you need to get some rest. Or some help." I froze. Did he just call me love.

"Well, Charlie, dear," I exaggerated, "I think you so desperately need to go back to school and get some education. Honestly, jeans..." I murmured.

Our eye staring contest was broken when a shriek about the house made us jump. I blinked, but saw that Charlie hadn't, cuz his eyes were red and teary. "Ha! I win!" he boasted. I rolled my eyes, before grabbing his arm and dragging him into the front hallway of the Burrow.

"What happened?" I asked Tonks, who was red with fury.

"What happened? THAT'S what happened," she bellowed, pointing at a rusty chandelior ten feet above us. My jaw dropped as I saw that around each candle (about twenty), there was a bra draped around it and hung limply, mocking us. And to add to my horror, I saw that a couple of them were my white or blue ones.

"Who did this?" I shouted, turning red. I slapped Charlie on the chest when he started sniggering. I glanced around to see that Alicia, Katie, Ginny, Tonks, Fleur and me were all red, so that means they were all ours.

We pushed the guys out of the hall, and tried to get our bras back down off the chandelior. This proved to be difficult, because our wands had disappeared and the tip of the bras were ten feet above us. "Great, how did they even put them UP there?"

"It wasn't all of them. Just Sirius. This was his dare, given by our sweet boyfriends," Katie sneered. "I mean, I really like Sirius now that I know he isn't a criminal, but still, this is so cruel!"

"Well, Alicia, you and Tonks are the tallest. Alicia, sit on Tonks' shoulders and try to grab them down," I suggested, trying to get my pink face to turn to normal. This was hard, because it was still very, very hot in the house. "The rest of us will make sure you don't fall."

Alicia climbed onto Tonks' shoulders, but were one girl short. "Ginny, you're the lightest. Get up there," Katie called out to the girl. Ginny crossed her arms and huffed.

"I will NOT ruin my new pants just to climb up an-"

"If you want your STINKING bras back, get up there!" I roared, not in the mood. Luna, Katie, Fleur and I were all leaning against the doors to the hall, so that no one (especially a guy) would enter. Ginny immediately climbed up and sat on Alicia's shoulders. "You're lucky you're good a Quidditch, and very good coordinated," I muttered to the red haired girl.

Tonks swayed a bit, and Alicia must have been strong to get such a good grip on Ginny's legs as the youngest Weasley tried to reach for the bras. Her hands barely touched the bras, as Tonks kept on swaying to stay balanced.

"Come on Ginny!" Katie called out encouragingly.

"You two need to lose weight," Tonks added as she turned purple from all the weight. She almost staggered, but I quickly balanced her, before going back to my position at the door. The guys really wanted to get through. Luckily no one was upstairs, so no one would come down and laugh at us.

"Almost...got it!" Ginny cried out, reaching out for one of them. However, Tonks staggered once again and this time, she couldn't upright herself. She fell, and Alicia went flying.

"Ahh!" we screamed. Katie managed to catch her best friend, and Ginny managed to grab onto the bars of the chandelior. The redhead started shrieking and screaming, and the guys burst into the room, er, hallway, to see what was going on.

"Whoa," the twins muttered as Ginny dangled in the air. I tried to stop giggling; the scene was hilarious. For a moment, the group on the ground stood in shock as they watched Ginny kicking and screaming as the chandelior swayed violenly to the left. Five or six bras dropped on Ron's head, who turned crimson and shook them off hastily.

"Ginny, hold on!" I shouted. As much as I disliked her right now, I didn't want her to get hurt.

"HURRY UP!" she shrieked as the chandelior swayed to the right. She kicked and screamed angrily. "My hands are sweaty, and I think there's a spi-DERRR!" Ginny had shrieked and started batting at everything around her, causing her to let go on the third swing. All the bras were now unhooked and raining to the ground, so no one noticed when Ginny managed to fall right into the top stair.

"Tonks, that's mine," I muttered, bright red. The guys had started to laugh as we collected our undergarments, blushing. "You all are cruel. Sirius, you're gonna pay. No, wait...You're gonna die. I'm sure no one will miss you, seeing as how you have no girlfriend," I hissed, collecting my last bra and dashing up the stairs. I was determined not to look at Charlie, who was laughing so hard on the ground, along with all of his brothers. Instead, as I entered my room and flung my bras on the ground, I fell into my bed hard, my face in my pillow with tears streaming down my cheeks. This. Means. War.

A/N PLEASE REVIEW! Slightly cheesy. Don't forget to give me a suggestion on a prank please!