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Hermione's POV

It was Wednesday Morning, 6:00 on July 18th. Location: trapped in the Weasley household called the Burrow. Mission: Get even with Sirius, Remus, Fred, and George.

"Hermione, as our group brain and leader," Luna introduced as she, Ginny, Tonks, Fleur, Alicia, Katie and I sat in the attic, forming a plan, "please explain each of our targets, and our motives for revenging."

I didn't criticize her for her bad grammar as I stood up and looked at the group intently. "Our first victim: Fred Weasley. Born on April 1st, so and so years ago. Our reason for getting back at him: he's always pranking on everybody. Also, he's part of the reason why we're locked up in the Burrow for the next 48 hours, like Tonks informed me."

"Question?" Tonks asked nervously. "Er, I helped us get locked in here too. Are you gonna do something to me?"

"You're gonna do most of the dirty work," I replied, pacing around. Was I acting dramatic? Oh well. The other girls seem impressed by my military attitude. "Ok, second on the market. George Weasley, born on April 1st, on the same day as Fred. Our reasons for getting him are the same as his brother. Then there's Remus Lupin, born on (insert b-day here) and boyfriend of Nymphadora Tonks."

"Do NOT call me Ny-"

"Anyway," I interrupted, ignoring Tonks' arguing. "He is the main reason why we're all stuck here. Right?" Everyone nods. "So he's our first main target. Our second main target is Sirius Black, born on….well, I dunno, but he's the reason why our bras now need washing because they smell of dust and smoke. Not to mention all the other pranks he pulled. Right?" Again, everyone nods. "Good, we're gonna need to get back at him as well."

"Are you sure that no one can hear us? I mean, Remus is a werewolf," Tonks cut in. "he can hear us."

"Not to worry; mum and dad put a silencing charm on the attic years ago, cuz there used to be a ghost up here that no one liked. He liked to cry and moan a lot," Ginny told us. "I reckon its still up since he left."

"Of course it is. I blasted my radio up here a few minutes before," I explained, "went down and heard nothing. So it's fine, as long as Katie keeps sitting on the trapdoor. Anyway, we also have to get Harry, Bill, Charlie, and Ron too, simply because I don't like them. But they're our least major priority. Is that clear?" Nods once more, and then I stopped pacing and turned to face them. "Now, we need ideas. What can we do to them?"

"Turn their hair into a different colour?" Alicia suggested.

"No, eetz too oreegeeenul," Fleur said, thinking. "Why don wee zhaave zer 'air off."

"That's good," Ginny said, thinking. I had to smile. After that humiliating stunt pulled yesterday, she was suddenly less….snobby. "It'll grow back by tomorrow, like it does for all wizards and witches, so there's no worries there about permanent damage."

"No, we need permanent damage," I said sternly, starting to pace again. "But I like your idea, Fleur. Shaving them isn't bad at all. But only on one person, like Sirius."

"Why don't we do something, like, pretend that they've gone to an alternate universe or something?" Tonks suggested, rubbing her ankle where she had just tripped over. And she wasn't even walking. "It's something I read about in a book once. I'm not sure the exact details…"

"Oh, I know!" Luna exclaimed excitedly. "It's closely related…" she whispered it to us, and I had to admit that this was way too evil. How will the guys EVER believe us? Unless they really are as dense as we think.

We started giggling. "Perfect. Think of all the things we can make them do while they're confused." I laughed, clutching my stomach.

"This is good. Two good pranks right before lunch," Ginny squealed.

I smirked. "I know. This is way too easy."

Nobody's POV

Sirius walked into the kitchen, thinking about yesterday. "Hey Moony, where are the girls this morning?"

Remus looked up from his book he was reading and chewed on his muffin. "I don't know. Probably still crying from what you did to them last night." He glared accusingly at the dog Animagus.

"What?" Sirius asked, stealing his best friend's muffin and taking a huge bite out of it. "Did Tonks refuse to be snuggled last night? She didn't give you a backrub?" he teased.

Remus glared at him.

"I'll admit it was funny, but next time, let ME in on the joke so that I can actually take the blame rightfully."

"Will do, Moony." And with that, he stole Remus' book and tossed it out of the room. A loud 'Ow!' was heard from the other room.

Sighing, Remus stole back his muffin and stuffed the rest of it in his mouth as Charlie walking into the kitchen, rubbing his head. "Ok, whoever threw that book at me has got to have good reason why he did that," he warned, giving Sirius and Remus a glare.

"Yeah, I do," Sirius said happily. "Remus here was reading too much for his health."

Both Remus and Charlie blinked at him. "Padfoot, that is the lamest excuse I have ever heard."

"And you love me for it," he said, chewing on a piece of bacon.

"I KNOW!" a voice swooned as someone entered the kitchen. Sirius dropped his bacon, or rather, let it fall out of his mouth halfchewed..

"Huh?" Charlie, Remus' and Sirius' jaw dropped as Hermione entered the kitchen. Hermione had her hair tied up and wasn't its usual bushiness, she was wearing bright red lipstick and her clothes were nice and tight. This was something she utterly despised all the time. What was she doing wearing clothes that...GINNY would wear?

"I love you, silly!" Hermione flung her arms around Sirius' neck and nuzzled her cheek into his chest.

"What?"

Hermione looked up, and her lip trembled. "Don't you remember? We've been going out for the past three months…." She looked down sadly, as if she was gonna cry.

"Wh-wh," Sirius stuttered, speechless. "What are you talking about?"

Hermione pouted and burst into tears. Then she raced from the room. Charlie glared at Sirius.

"You two have been dating?" he accused.

Sirius shook his head. "NO! That's just wrong…I mean, she's my godson's best friend!" he protested. "I'd NEVER do this to take her away from you. The girl's just gone crazy!" Charlie glared at him and looked ready to pummel Sirius.

"Away from me?"

"He's telling the truth, Charlie," Remus interrupted before the redhead could murder Sirius. "He's as much of a bachelor as you are, and he would have told me if he was dating anyone."

"This is just too freaky!" Sirius yelled. "What's wrong with her???!!"

From outside the kitchen, Hermione giggled in her hands to Fleur as they heard Sirius' scream. "Funny what a few eye drops and pink blush can do," she whispered to the part Veela, giggling. "Your turn. They are gonna be so surprised." She hoped Remus hadn't heard her; he'd only hear really quiet things if he concentrated, and hopefully he was super shocked.

Fleur winked, before entering the kitchen just in time to see Bill enter the kitchen through the other door. "Ziriuz! How culd you!" she screeched, only the reaction was a loud gasp.

"Fleur!" Bill exclaimed, staring at his wife's long blonde hair. Well, it used to be blonde. Now it was an electric blue colour. "Why did you dye your hair BLUE?"

Fleur gave an offended scoff. "Bill Weezly! Don't u dare zpeak tu moi," she told him, putting her hand to his face. It pained her to have to do this, but it would be entirely worth it in the end. Afterall, Bill had caused his share of trouble before.

"B-"

"Zip. I don't knew ween it waz alright for you tu talk to moi," she threatened. "I hate tu, zo don't come near moi." Fleur whipped around angrily, to the shock of everyone in the room. "Ziriuz, how could u upzet 'Ermione like zat?" She glared at him.

"What did he do?" Remus asked fearfully.

Fleur suddenly turned to him and batted her eyelashes at the werewolf. "Well, he made 'Ermione upset. Izn't zat enough?" She batted her eyelashes once more flirtatiously.

Remus backed away slowly, under the stare of Fleur, and the glare of Bill. "What's going on?"

"I zon't know," Fleur said flirtatiously to Remus, fingering a lock of hair. Remus sweated, and glanced at Bill for help, who was looking more than mad. He was furious. "What eez goin' on?"

Fortunately for Remus, Hermione walked into the kitchen again. "I can't believe you, Remus!" she screamed. "Do you know what today is? Today is the CHRISTMAS BALL!"

"But it's summer," he protested, shrinking against the wall.

"SHUT UP! I don't want to hear your lame excuses." Hermione walked, swaying her hips, to the calendar on the wall in the kitchen, and pointed to a date. The calendar was on December 24th, to the guys' horror. "Today, is the Christmas Ball, and if it weren't for your stunt, locking us in the house and losing our wands, I would have been GOING with Sirius! But of course, Sirius screwed that too." Hermione gave him a glare, who cowered.

"What's going on?" Bill whispered frightened, looking at Hermione.

"REMUS!" Hermione screeched, ignoring Bill, "You are an IDIOT!"

"Don't talk to moi fiance like zat," Fleur snapped, standing in front of the frozen werewolf.

"FIANCE?" Bill roared.

"SILENCE!" Hermione roared even louder. "Aren't you mad, Fleur, that you can't go to the ball with Remus?"

Charlie grabbed Hermione's shoulders and spun her around to face her. "What the hell happened?" The four men glanced at each other, each sensing something was seriously wrong. "And what the hell happened to you? You look….plastic and shiny! Where's the old Hermione?"

Hermione slapped his arm away and gave him a ferocious look. "Old Hermione what?" she sneered. Then she snorted at the look Charlie gave her. "Nevermind. Fleur let's go find Ginny and the others, so we can try to figure out a way out." Hermione grabbed Fleur's arm and dragged her out.

All four men looked at each other, and the quickly followed the girls out of the room.

"This place looks, different," Charlie whispered. Indeed, many vases and pictures were gone, and replaced with different pictures. A few chairs now looked similar to the twins' Chewing Chairs, and everything seemed brighter than every. And in the middle of the living room, there was a Christmas tree, and there were so many Christmas decorations like Mistletoe and garland.

"Tonkz, ur boyfriend iz talking to me," Fleur sneered at the Metamorphmagus. Tonks stood up and glared.

"And that has to do with me, WHAT?" she shrilled. "You know I'm just usinig Bill." THeir jaws dropped even lower than it already was.

"Stop bitching," Hermione told them, pushing them away from each other. "Seriously, you do this every single day. Can't you give rest give it?"

"You mean, give it a rest?" Tonks corrected dryly.

"That's it!" Hermione clapped her hands and squealled delightedly.

Charlie shook his head hopelessly as he watched the encounter. Hermione wasn't shallow and dense. "I do not like this at all. Especially this new Hermione."

"Is anyone else freaked out by this?" Sirius asked. When Hermione saw that Sirius was behind her, she engulfed him a hug.

"Aw, did you come here to say sorry?" she cooed, pushing him down until he was sitting in the couch beside her.

"Er, um," he stuttered. His jaw had dropped, and Hermione giggled before to everyone's horror once again, she leaned in to-

"Hermione!" Charlie pulled the girl up, looking shocked. "This isn't like you! This isn't-"

Hermione crossed his arms, and behind her, Sirius was so relieved that he didn't have to- yeah.

"Whatever. Where's Ginny when you need him? Seriously, that boy is just as bad as…everybody," Hermione muttered, and Bill and Charlie started gasping in horror.

"No!"

"She can't be!"

"Ginny's a boy?"

Hermione gave Tonks and Fleur a look and using her finger, she waved a circle at her head, indicating they were out of their minds.

"Of course he iz!" Fleur snapped. "Where have tu BEEN the pazt twentee yeerz?"

"I think I'm feeling faint," Sirius said, but then shot off the couch as Hermione tried to hug him again. "On second thought, I'm wide awake and FREAKED OUT!"

"BILL! CHARLIE! HELP!" a voice yelled as he entered the room. "Something's wrong with Ginny!" Ron whined, pointing at Ginny who had just entered the room. "She's….too MASCULINE-like today!"

"What do you mean, ickle ronniekins?" Ginny teased, but in a really low voice. She stepped into the room and everyone saw her short, spiky hair, her rounder face and how she was no longer 'shape' like a girl.

Hermione's POV

I had to try REALLY hard not to laugh as Ginny entered the room, in all her boyish clothes and appearance and all. Earlier, we had packed her face with dough so it would be much rounder and boyisher, and then covered it with pancake make up. Then we 'borrowed' Ron's baggy clothes, and after placing so many layers, she finally had a figure of a boy. Of course, we trimmed her eyelashes and used a lot of make up, but it was definitely worth it.

"Ginny, they're all acting SO weird," I told her/him, rolling my eyes.

"Who? Fleur and Tonks?" she asked in her low, musky voice. "That's typical."

"No. THEM!" I pointed to the guys. "They said that it was SUMMER, earlier. I bet that's their excuse for not buying me a Christmas present." I started to tear up again.

"Well," Ginny said thoughtfully, "at least I got Luna a present." She sighed, as if thinking about Luna.

"You two are dating?" all the guys shouted, bringing the twins and Harry down the stairs. They froze.

"WHOA! What happened? Why is it Christmas? We couldn't have possibly been here that long," Harry exclaimed.

"Harry!" I shouted excitedly. "Do you remember?"

"Remember what?"

I giggled, coming over to Sirius. "He's not your second boyfriend, is he?" Sirius asked fearfully, backing up all the way into the wall.

I made a disgusted noise. "Ew, Siri, do you HAVE to be so gross? He's my BROTHER."

"I am?"

"He is?"

"What?"

Fred and George looked at each other as Bill started explaining what they thought was happening. "What the freaking hell? Ginny's a BOY?"

"Of course I am!" Ginny shouted, punching them in their arms. "Geez, you DO realise that no Weasley girl has been born for hundreds of years?"

Luna entered the room, after been eavesdropping for some bit, I supposed. "Ginny, darling, can you help me with something in the other room?"

"You two just hated each other yesterday!" Charlie shouted in disbelief. "This is sick!"

I sighed, before turning to Tonks and Fleur.

"Come on, you. Obviously, the guys are up to something they think is FUNNY." I glared at them, and none of them did anything but stay frozen and stare at us. Then we stomped out of the room, stifling our laughter in our hands as we marched up the stairs and to the attic trap door. As soon as we shut the door, we burst out laughing.

"Did you see their faces? And that wasn't even the best part yet!" I howled happily.

"I know!" Tonks cried out happily.

When we went downstairs, we saw the guys' jaw dropped still, but this time, they were gawking at Katie and Alicia. Katie was in the dirtiest rags possible, and she was busy scrubbing the floor miserably while George tried to get her to talk. She appeared mute and deaf, however, and the twins looked concernedly at his girlfriend worriedly, like he might start crying any minute. It was priceless. And Alicia was dressed in Molly Weasley's clothes, and we had stuffed mini cushions in her clothes so she would have Molly's figure and fill out the clothes more (no offence to her). Then she had started bossing each and every one of the around.

"There you dears are!" Alicia cried out and grabbed Ginny into a bone crushing hug, just like Molly. Then she told Charlie and Bill to get some paper towels for Katie to use and scolding Harry in a motherly way..

"Why is Katie cleaning?" Fred asked, horrified at his girlfriend.

I glanced at Alicia, trying not to frown. We hadn't gotten that far to get an excuse.

"Er, deary, our old house elves adopted her, and now she has to work like a house elf," Alicia told them nonchantly. "Son, areyou feeling alright?" This was bloody hilarious! Katie was adopted by house elves? Though I DO feel sorry for them, it's not like they'd let any house elf raise a human. This was so ridiculous, and yet they were each buying every single word. Were boys regularly ridiculous like this?

"SON?" Apparently, they were.

I examined my fingernails in the same fashion Ginny always did, and blew off dust on it after I filed it. "Are all of you done freaking out by now?" I asked them in an obnoxious voice. It's been half an hour since us girls had reentered the living room to see every guys' jaw dropped, and frozen in shock. They were now each staring straight ahead into empty space like they were in a daze, while we tried to revive them. "For god's sake, Siri! BILL might have long hair, but at least he ties his up. Tie yours up before I bloody shave it all off!"

"Sure," Sirius said dazily, not hearing me at all. He was going cross eyed and wasn't listening to me, so I immediately grabbed his arm and pulled him out. "Where are we-" He's gonna get it.

"Shush. Just follow," I told him seductively, but inside I was trying not to vomit. It looked like Sirius was trying not to either. We left the room, Sirius gave someone a guilty look but I didn't see who because I led Sirius all the way upstairs to his room. "I'm going to be doing something to your hair. So just sit back in your chair and relax."

Making sure there were no mirrors, I took Sirius' hair and started to braid it into a tight bun. Glancing around, I snuck a pair of scissors from inside my pocket and grinned mischeviously.

'Snip' 'snip', and the majority of Sirius' locks fell limp into my hand. Sniggering behind my hand, I tossed the scissors away and took out a really sharp pocket knife.

"Stay really still, Siri," I said sweetly, as I used the pocket knive like one of those shaving razors. After a couple, careful minutes, I grinned to myself.

"Can I have my hair back now, please?" Sirius asked, annoyed. I patted his smooth, bald head like it was a treasure, before turning Sirius around in his chair so he faced me.

"Certainly." I dumped the chunk of hair I had cut off onto Sirius' lap.

Sirius breathed in once, then twice and choked on the third one. "W-"

"I DID tell you that if you didn't tie up your bloody hair, I was gonna shave it off," I explained sweetly as he held up the remains of his hair. I waited for it.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he roared desperately, falling to his knees and clutching his beloved hair. "NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he sobbed, glancing wuefully at his hair as I grinned evilly and cracked my knuckles, looking back on my handiwork. Revenge was sweet.

I left Sirius in his room to mourn for his beloved hair, I found Charlie at the bottom of the stairs glancing at me depressedly. He then smirked. Glancing about, he led me to the parlour. "You know, I'm the ONLY person who realises that this is an act," he told me nonchantly, and it was my turn to be shocked.

"What? How did you know?" I asked incredulously.

He made me sit down, and the smirked. "When you're lying, your nose wrinkles up as if smelling something disgusting. But only discreetly. Nice trick with Sirius. I heard from all the way in the basement."

I decided not to ask how he knew to tell whether I was lying. "What were you doing in the basement?"

Charlie opened his mouth, but then shut it, grinning. "Nothing. Just watching something."

I watched him for a minute, somehow feeling relieved that I didn't have to put on my act anymore. At least, not around him. "You know, it's harder than it looks, trying not to laugh," I informed him, giggling.

Charlie grinned at me. "I bet it is. So...this is the dangerous side of Hermione Granger, then?"

I raised an eyebrow. "How do you know I have a dark side?"

Charlie put his legs on the coffee table, relaxing. "Well, I saw what you did yesterday. Both in the ucky stuff and in the kitchen. And dining room," he started to say, and I blushed.

"I had help. I'm not usually like that. Of course, during those rare moments, I love it, I love breaking the rules, but those moments are RARE." Charlie offered me a chocolate frog, which I took, turning pink.

"That's what I love about you," he said suddenly, swinging his legs off the table and stared at me seriously. "You're really serious, and such a bookworm. I like that about you. Especially on those rare occasions where you show your dark side. Ron always owled me and said how annoying you were or homework obsessed. And yet, when you do something really drastic...well, that's what I like about you."

I don't know how red I must have gotten, but I stared awestruck at him. "And that's what I like about YOU. We've barely known each other, yet you make me feel comfortable and seem to KNOW me," I said quietly, looking down at my hands. It looked like Charlie would have said more, only that we started to hear laughter. Girls' laughter.

I raced from the room, with Charlie hot on my heels as we ran to a hallway and opened the trapdoor, only this one led downstairs to the basement.

"Caved in, huh?" I asked as I saw the girls giggling, Fleur hugging Bill, Tonks hugging Remus, and Alicia and Katie with Fred and George.

"Yep!" We burst into a fit of giggles.

"You girls are mean," Harry whined as he gave Luna a kiss on the cheek.

"No, they're weak. Honestly! I could have lasted MUCH longer than you," I boasted. Charlie cocked his eyebrow at me, and I stuck my tongue out at him. "Hey...has anyone seen Percy recently?"

"No," Sirius said dryly, coming into the room. He patted his bald head mourningly. "He must have escaped for freedom. Lucky him too. I can't believe you did all that for a stupid prank!"

"I prefer to call it revenge," I said to him sweetly, and he threw one of the basement couch's cushions at me. I shrieked as it aimed for my face, but Charlie wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me aside from it. "Aw...my hero."

"Lovely new look for you, Padfoot," Moony commented.

Sirius gave Remus a look. "Uh, Moony? You're bald too." Fleur and Tonks started gigging, and held up the remains of Remus' hair to the werewolf, tossing aside a pair of scissors.

I took the cushion and tried to wipe the make up off of my face, just as Ginny tried to get rid of her boyishness make up as well. "I am never wearing that stuff again," I declared as I saw that the mascara was not coming off easily.

We climbed out of the basement, laughing. Katie was teasing George about how emotional he looked, and Luna was kissing Harry still. I sighed. Although this party was generally fixing most of my friendships at the moment, it was getting me nowhere to finding a boyfriend. I wanted someone who would constantly joke about, but was serious about work, yet know me really well just by watching me. And caring for me. Someone like...Charlie. Our talk earlier had gotten me thinking. We had known each other for a couple days, and even though we met years ago, we had never really clicked. Until yesterday. And he somehow knew how to tell me apart from when I was lying... "Are you okay, Hermione?" Charlie inquired to me quietly. I snapped out of my daydream once again, and gave him a weak smile.

"Yeah." I am, of course. But being the brightest witch of my age, I finally began piecing things together, like why Hedwig had flown to CHARLIE with the parchment. He was everything I had said in my sleep; he was outgoing, but not as much as Sirius or the twins. I might have said to Sirius yesterday that I liked him, but I hadn't been sure. Now I was, and realised I had found my perfect guy, and fallen for him. Hard.

The End.

The end of this chapter at least.

Ok, here's a bit more. I just really feel like typing today

Well, let's say that after that stunt we pulled, most of the girls had had enough, and had decided that the guys had learned their lesson for now, especially after we took photos and threated to send them to the Daily Prophet. And that was the end of that, anyway.

"Well," I told Harry as we sat on the sofa comfortably. "just one more day of hell left."

Harry gave me a look as I opened a book to read. "Hermione, do you really believe it's over? Sirius and Remus are going to be up to something huge, you know, to get back at you."

I scowled. "So they're gonna get back at us for getting back at them? Just because we shaved their heads?"

Harry nodded. "Yep."

"That's crazy!"

"Yeah, well, they're the Marauders," he told me, taking the book out of my hands. "Remus managed to make our wands 'disappear', but who's to say that he still doesn't have his? He probably has our wands locked up in his drawer, or something," Harry murmured, holding the book out of my reach.

"Well, what can he do? GIVE ME THAT BACK! I mean, if he uses his wand for something, one of us will just steal it from him and get us out of this hell. HARRY! Give me the book back!" I tried to reach for the book, but Harry was taller than me, so therefore had longer arms and better reflexes because of Quidditch.

"You'll see," Harry said, before tossing the book at me. I seriously wish I had my wand back.

The next morning, I woke up, putting on yesterday's clothes because I didn't pack for three days at the Burrow. "It's hot in here, I'm all sweaty and stinky and I'm wandless. This is just great," I mumbled, putting on a tank top and shorts (the temp. is 40'C, so who would wear those clothes?) before heading downstairs. As soon as I entered the kitchen, however, I saw Charlie on the ground, scratching.

"You okay, Charlie?" I asked, pouring myself a bowl of cereal.

Charlie grunted, before rubbing his back on the wall. "Something's wrong. I suddenly have these zits and have this HORRIBLE itchiness." I took his head and told him to open his mouth wide. "Ah."

"Nothing wrong...except you're burning up, but that could be from the heat. Are you sure you hadn't touched any of the leeches?" I asked concernedly, slapping his hand as he tried to scratch his already white and red cheek.

"Certain of it!" he protested.

"Then it's settled: you have CHICKEN POX!" I exclaimed loudly and started laughing. He groaned, before rubbing his arm.

"Well, how do I get rid of it?"

"Don't worry, Charlie. You just need to get past the three stages, and you'll be right as rain," I said, sipping on the milk in my bowl. Charlie pleaded at me with desperate eyes.

"What are the stages?"

I crossed my legs in my seats before telling him to stop scratching. "The first stage is whether or not you throw up chickens," I said nonchantly, and he started shrieking.

"THROW UP CHICKENS?" he roared, horrified.

"Why else do you think that it's called 'chicken pox'," I asked him, smirking. "The second stage is if your skin turns inside out, but that might the first stage if you're lucky."

"IF I'm lucky? This is a muggle disease! Why the hell do I have it?" Charlie groaned, before I burst out laughing.

"I'm just kidding, Charlie. God, you should have seen your face; it was worst than yesterday!" I exclaimed, holding onto my stomach as I laughed. He gave me glare, but sighed with relief. "Anyway, you'll just itch for the next week, and that's about it. Don't scratch, or it'll scar." I took his hands in mine and held them tight as he struggled against my grip to scratch his neck.

"I canNOT stand another week like this one!" he shouted, using his right toes to scratch his left leg. I kicked him, and he yelped in pain. "Can you make it stop?"

"No."

"PLEASE?" He gave me puppy dog eyes. My shoulders sagged, and I sighed.

"Hmmm...no."

Charlie went onto his knees, saying please over and over again while scratching. "Come on, Hermione? Please? I'm a man in need! I need to be taken care of, to be fed, to be- TO STOP SCRATCHING!" I started giggling as he got up and tried to reach for his back desperately.

"You can easily stop scratching," I told him. "It's itching you need to worry about."

"WELL I NEED HELP!" he bellowed, and I let out a fit of giggles.

"Ok, ok. Calm down, I'll help you." I grabbed his arm, and led him to the Weasleys' potions cabinet. "Do you have any aloe vera?"

"What's that?" he asked, twitching as I pinned his arms to his sides.

"Nevermind."

I glanced through the potions cabinet again, searching until I saw a potion I needed. "Have you had breakfast, yet?" Charlie shook his head. "Well, let's get you some pancakes and some pumpking juice."

When we reached the kitchen, I said, "If I catch you scratching at all, I'll permanently give you a scar in your good looking face."

He stoped fidgeting for a second. "You think I'm good looking?" he asked, giving me a suggestive wink. I rolled my eyes, and turned around to prepare his breakfast quickly so he would see me blush.

"Here." I stood over him like a commander as he ate his breakfast, and if he would try to scratch, I'd pull on his lock of hair hard.

I led him into the living room, where Harry was playing wizard's chess with Ron. "I'm dealling with a sick ment-uh, sick patient," I told them sternly, as Charlie gave me a glare for my slip up. "So vacant the area immediately."

I forced Charlie to lay down on the couch, where I covered him with a blanket and made him drink the potion. As soon as he did, I was pleased to see that his eyelids were growing heaving. "What was that?" he asked me, yawning.

"Sleeping Draught, so you won't scratch so much. See you at lunch. Sweet dreams," I told him as he blinked one last time and started snoring. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

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