It was two days after Hermione's master Bra prank on George, and she was still in a state of slight euphoria. She earned a few high-fives from several upper-classmen, and Katie Bell and Angelina Johnson even asked for her autograph. She felt like a celebrity as she walked down the hall with Ron and Harry at her sides. However, some boys seemed to shrink away from her when she passed, including Malfoy. Not that this was a bad thing; it made the trio laugh every time Draco gave her a terrified glance and began walking the opposite way.

Seeking some quiet, she returned to the library after receiving a lovely recommendation from Professor Sprout on Magical Plants in Southern India. She gave Madam Pince the usual greeting and set off to find the book.

It did not take her long to locate the aisle. She was running her fingers delicately over the titles, reading each before moving onto the next. Smiling, she found herself staring at an almost dusty-colored violet book, worn but interesting-looking. Pulling it from between the other books, she did the dusting routine and re-read the cover; Magical Plants in Southern India; A Tourists Guide. Still, beaming, she opened the book quickly to a random page to ensure that she would read it. If she had looked carefully, she would have noticed there were no page numbers in this book.

She opened the book to about the middle, and before she could finish the first sentence, purple, foul-smelling goo spurted from the page onto her face; into her eyes and mouth, up her nose, everywhere.

Gasping, she threw the book down to the floor, where it immediately imploded with a pop and a firework. Wiping the sticky substance from her eyes, she noticed the cover had changed. A giant 'W' was imprinted on the cover. Below it was a small paragraph;

Hermione-

Here's what you get when you mix two angry twins ready for revenge, some poly-juice potion, Elixir of Prof. Sprout, and Purple-Snot Series Fever Fudge. Have fun in the shower!

Slowly, Hermione's eyes widened. She began to snarl, than she literally was growling like a werewolf as she hustled from the library, basically barking at anyone who scrunched their noses in repulse at her smell and appearance. Again, Madam Pince found herself throwing her most frequent visitor a strange glance as she exited the library, breathing fire.

Hermione was too busy planning how to get the twins alone to kill them without any witnesses to notice how embarrassed she should be at the moment. People she passed were laughing, plugging their noses, and just plain making horrid noises. She stormed over to the Fat Lady, who was singing opera as usual.

"Shut up and let me in!" Hermione commanded. The Fat Lady halted her singing, looking quite affronted. She composed herself, and still glaring at Hermione, asked for the password. Hermione took a deep breath.

"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THE BLOODY PASSWORD! YOU LET ME IN RIGHT NOW OR I WILL PERSONALLY RIP YOU TO SHREDS AND DUMP YOU IN THE BLACK LAKE! ARE WE CLEAR?!" She screamed. The Fat Lady nodded, terrified, before opening the door. Hermione huffed past her, into the common room. Her snarls continued throughout the questioning faces, past Ron and Harry who called her name, and past the door to Fred and George's dormitory.

They were not there. Smiling like a madwoman, she shut the door with a flick of her wand and locked it. Than, she took a twirl around the room and began to plot.

……….

Fred had left George in the Great Hall after dinner to go and work on their ingredients for fever fudge. He was thoroughly confident Hermione had seen that she stood no chance against the combined forces of the Weasley twins; after all she had been at dinner, poking at her ham looking quite forlorn. 'Can't say I blame her. Fred thought to himself, stepping into the common room. I mean we are the Weasley brothers. He continued beaming as he walked up the stairs; he even began to whistle a bit.

When he tried to open the doorknob, it was jammed. Cursing lightly, he pulled and twisted it again to no prevail. Sighing, he pulled out his wand and muttered; Alohomora. Everything happened very quickly than.

First, a dozen drawers flew from the dressers, nearly whacking Fred straight in the nose. He ducked and turned to the room, wondering if George had done this. Than, his eyes flew shut before he did a double take.

All around the room, furniture was disoriented, twisted like jelly, or perhaps hovering in the air. And if that wasn't bad enough, 'Hermione J. Granger' was written, carved, or messily painted on every inch of wall. Fred, gaping, quickly yelled a few cleaning spells over the flurry of furniture, but they only turned towards him like humans before continuing with their bustling. Fred stared around him, gawking as his dresser and George's pillow shared a conversation in a most peculiar language, which involved odd noises that sounded like, 'bwaa-looo-maaa-hee'. It almost made him laugh.

He could dimly hear George calling his name from the common room. Turning, he sprinted to the top of the stairs and stared at his oblivious twin.

"G-George…she's done it again!" He gasped. George's smile vanished and within seconds, he was bounding up the stairs. He and Fred stared at the room, a party of furniture. Hermione's name seemed to shine on the walls, as if illuminated by some magical light. They both had their mouths wide open as Fred's lamp hopped over to them.

"Loo-paahh-reee-moo-taahh!" It gagged. George looked at Fred strangely, still disbelieving the spectacle around them. Than, the lamp twirled around, revealing a note attached to its shade. Fred leaned down and plucked it off the lamp.

"Er, thanks?" He almost whispered. The lamp bowed and hopped away. George leaned over his shoulder as he read aloud.

Fred & George-

This is what you get when you mix a girl with sticky, purple snot all over her face; a few energy spells with some animation charms, and of course, some markers and wood-carving material. Enjoy cleaning!

George threw his hands into the air.

"How in the world can she do this? We're the WEASLEY'S!" He bellowed. Fred was shaking his head, disbelief etched in his wrinkled brow. He turned to his twin, who was glancing nervously at the wall with Hermione's name.

"I think this stuff is permanent too!" He said hoarsely. Fred shook his head again. Hermione Granger was a surprise to him. Than, standing tall, he turned to George with a defiant look in his eyes.

"This little girl obviously is in over her head. We've got to show her what true pranking is all about." He said like a commander in a muggle army. George straightened too, looking just as determined. "Meet in the Room of Requirement in exactly two hours; bring that Bloating Bubble potion." He said, before walking past George.

"Wait, it hasn't been checked yet!" He called after Fred. Smiling, Fred turned to his brother.

"Looks like we've found our test subject than."

AN: I love this series!!!!! Don't worry to anyone who is worry; Harry and Ron become very important in the story soon! Enjoy my pretties, and R&R if you can. As for the disclaimer, if I were J.K. Rowling, I would not be writing this…and if you still don't believe me, please see a therapist.