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Please enjoy the next drabble/story (it's too long to be a drabble but it's not a full story so...)!

Was it you who caught me staring?

The library was quieter then usual as Hermione sat, surrounded by books, scribbling furiously on a piece of parchment. Professor Binns had assigned ten inches on a particular Goblin rebellion in the 1500's, and she wanted to finish it quickly, so she could go back to work on S.P.E.W. (today she was going to finish drawing up the manifesto). Harry and Ron had decided to play wizard's chess in the Gryffindor common room instead of joining her, as usual. She was pretty sure that in a week's time they'd be coming to her, begging for help to finish the essays on time, and that she would relent, eventually, to helping them. For the moment, though, she measured her parchment (9 ½ inches) before deciding to add the last bit of information she'd read in the heaviest text lying to her left, her small, neat handwriting filling the parchment slowly. After measuring the parchment again to ensure she'd reached ten inches, she rolled it up and stowed it in her bag along with her quills and ink. Slinging it over her shoulder, she reached down and gathered up the large stack of books, tottering slightly as she edged her way to the 'returns' shelf. Madam Pince swept by as she set them down, and with a wave of her wand, sent them flying back to their places. As she swept off again, a flash of movement behind her caught Hermione's eye. Fred and George were sneaking away from one of the more crowded places in the library. Fred looked up at her and smiled before hurrying over to her. George followed silently, also smiling at her. "I hope you're not-" "Shhh!" Fred interrupted. Affronted, Hermione turned around, preparing to return to her corner of the library. Two hands grabbed her arms before she could walk off, and she found herself being drug backwards by the Weasley twins. They paused long enough for her to turn around and walk alongside them. "What-" "You might want to stay out of the library for a while, Granger," Fred interrupted again, cheerfully. "Unless you want to smell like dungbombs for a week." George added in a low voice, winking at her conspiratorially. "You didn't!" She hissed at them furiously. "But we did, Granger," They said together. Once they reached the entry to the library, the twins held the doors open for her, looking like a pair of grinning bookends. As soon as she'd passed over the threshold, they tugged her away again, into a passageway hidden behind a nearby portrait, just before the doors burst open and a group of students rushed out, followed closely by the smell of dungbombs. Hermione clutched at her bag, suddenly glad that she'd remembered to bring it.

Or was it me who caught you?

"I have a fabulous idea, Forge," George said to his twin, lounging beside him on the love seat in the Gryffindor common room. "What's that, brother mine?" Fred asked, interestedly. "We should plant some dungbombs in the library." Fred laughed, "great idea, Gred!" He leapt up, suddenly excited by this new idea. They raced up to their dormitory, grabbed several dungbombs they'd smuggled in from Hogsmeade last visit. Pulling on their cloaks to hide the bulky objects, the two boys hurried from the room and out the portrait of the fat lady. "We'd better take a passage, Forge," George murmured, "Don't want Filch finding us," Fred replied, "The slimy git," George finished. Laughing, the two turned to the statue that concealed the passage to the library. George gave it the password and it sidled to the left to admit them. When they reached the doors to the library, they nodded to each other, a silent agreement to be as quiet as they could. They slipped into the main atrium silently and split up, each taking a different side. Once Fred had planted his dungbombs strategically in several alcoves and corners, he and George took off for the exit. "Only a few more minutes now, Gred," Fred, full to bursting with excitement, told his brother. George laughed aloud and said, "Then we'd better get out of here, Forge." Fred looked up then, and straight into the curious eyes of Hermione Granger. He grinned reflexively before realizing, subconsciously, that they really should get her out of here too. He hurried over to her, ready to drag her out if needed. "I hope you're not-" "Shhh!" Fred interrupted her, very conscious of the fact that there was only a few minutes left before they'd all smell like dungbombs. Hermione tried to leave, but the twins grabbed her, exchanging a look of mingled exasperation and humor, and began to drag her along with them as they made their escape. Once it was clear that she was going to follow them, they slowed down a bit and released her arms. She turned around and walked with them, unable to remain silent for long. "What-" "Might want to stay out of there for a while, Granger." Fred was too cheerful to let Hermione give them a lecture, "Unless you want to smell like dungbombs for a week," George added, from her other side. She looked shocked, and angry. "You didn't!" she hissed, sounding furious. "But we did, Granger," Fred wasn't surprised that George had spoken at the same time as he had, or that he grabbed the second door of the library's entry just as he grabbed the first. He began to smell the faint scent of dungbombs about to go off, and looked toward his brother. George nodded, and together, they pushed Hermione into the portrait they had emerged from, listening with satisfaction as the sound of several dozen students escaping from the library and the dungbombs that he and his brother had planted.