Chapter two: The package


Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the idea- well even that belongs to Fred and George Weasley.. Oh well

A.N. My second chappie. I has to get better so I can take a break (i need to do chapters for the other stories..) I had to write this before I forgot about the idea... Enjoy!


It was third week into the term when Hermione made her way down to the Great Hall for breakfast. Of course she did that every day but this time it was different. Not that she knew then, but she would find out soon.

"Ron have finished that Transfiguration Essay yet? I told you that I won't be here to help you the last day before it's due in!" Hermione was once again worried about her best friends' work.

"Uh-m. Well I was kinda busy yesterday.. I thought you'd understand." Ron was a bad lier

"Ronald Billius Weasley! Are you serious? I saw how busy you were!" Hermione's shrill voice made Ron wince "You spent the whole evening playing Exploding Snap with Seamus! I'm not that easy to fool!" Hermione was honestly fed up.

"But. But." Ron had honestly no idea how she knew- she was in the library until curfew, when she came in (he saw her on the Marauder's Map) he had his essay and a quill, looking like he'd spent the evening on it (unless you checked and saw that he only wrote the title and his name.

"I have my sources. Looks like you will be spending your Hogsmeade day in library." Hermione grinned evilly. Her eyes were flashing dangerously as she sat down at the Gryffindor table.

Ron decided that it would be best if he didn't attempt any conversation with the grumpy friend. Harry on the other hand hasn't spoken on the way down, and decided that now wasn't the best time to start.

Hermione took her spoonful of porridge just as two owls arrived, one dropping a parcel wrapped in a brown paper, and the other her usual Daily Prophet. Hmm wonder who is that for.

She put five bronze knuts into a pouch on the owl's leg. The other owl still sat on the table obviously waiting for Hermione to take the parcel. She ignored the owl for a bit, but Harry and Ron were staring at her, along with a few other sixth-year Gryffindors. Then the owl proceeded to nip Hermione's hand as she reached for some honey.

I guess it is forme after all. She removed the parcel, thanking the owl which took little bit of cereal and took off.

Ron and Harry were both giving her questioning glances but didn't dare say anything as her and Ron's argument was still fresh in their mind. Hermione simply ignored them. She put the parcel next to her, acting as if she didn't care. She did, but she didn't want the two boys nosing around as that could easily be from.. say.. Viktor, she owled him recently and he tended to send her interesting things and books from Bulgaria.

She was so absorbed in thinking about the package that she never noticed that across at the Slytherin table, Draco Malfoy reccieved a similar package- that would rule out Viktor as the sender.

Thankful that it was Sunday, Hermione grabbed her package and left the two gaping boys behind, and made her way out of the Hall towards the Gryffindor Tower. She was completely oblivious to a fellow blonde sixth-year that was leaving the hall for the similar reasons... Until they collided just outside the Hall.

She had the wind knocked out of her. The other person seemed quite shaken also.

"Are you okay?" Draco Malfoy's not-so cold voice sounded slightly concerned. Then his grey eyes took in the other person on the ground.

He took his offered hand back and sneered at her.

"Dammit, watch where you're going mudblood."

"Stuff you Ferret, it was your fault. Now help me up." Hermone was in no mood to talk to the git.

Malfoy held out his hand again and helped her halfway up. Then he let go. Hermione fell down on her ass. Her face was red with anger and her now curly hair was turning bushy.

"Wow did you really think I was going to help you? Man you're naive even for a mudblood. You're dirty, you belong to the ground." The blond sneered.

Hermione got up by herself, glaring at the boy, she left her parcel lying on the ground.

"You evil little Ferret. I'll get you one day." She narrowed her eyes at him, playing an image of hexing Malfoy ine her head.

"Get me? Get me where? Oh what a stupid question. I knew you wanted me. Like the whole school." He smirked at the blush creeping up her neck and cheeks. Innocent Granger.

"Oh shove off Malfoy. I'd rather kiss a toilet seat than you!" Hermione's flush turned from embarassed to angry. How dare he? So what if he's good-looking! That doesn't stop him from being a slimy git. Wait a second! Did I just think that he's hot? Gross.

Malfoy's smirk slid off his face for a second. Then it was replaced by a sneer.

"Who said anything about kissing?" He winked at her sugestively, then licked his lips obscenely.

"You wish!" She charged forward, pushing into his chest making him fall over backwards. She smirked and collected her parcel, leaving the Slytherin lying on the ground just as some students left the Great Hall.

Hermione reached her dormitory and finally ripped the brown wrapping paper off the package. It had a neat box which was sealed with some Spellotape. She ripped the box open to reaveal a letter and a vial of some potion with bright label.

She opened the letter first.

Dear Hermione (it read in small scribble which she recognised as George's writing)

You remember that time at start of the year when you came into our shop? Well I hope that you remember our "Patented Daydream Charm'. I remember how you complimented our brilliant work. I remember offering you some but it seems that you have forgotten. Well now we have developed a Potion with similar effects, BUT it is much better. There are no side-effects what-so-ever. AND it only requires two gulps and you will enter the Daydream that will have a person you secretly like in it! I know that you are not the type to want to miss lessons but I also happen to know about the History of Magic. It is utterly boring and useless subject, and for your information (in case such a smart witch like you didn't know) Binns repeats the same thing every single year. Therefore if you do not take notes and just use the ones from last year, you will be just fine. Fred and I believe that you deserve a break, and just a little fun so we sent you the potion. Completely free of charge, we only ask you to encourage the students over 16 to buy the potion. We hope that you will enjoy our gift. If you feel that you cannot accept it just like that you can count it as an early birthday present. Enjoy!

Yours sincerely

Fred and George

Hermione looked at the vial, examining the label which read pretty much the same thing that George has mentioned in the letter. To tell the truth. Hermione was impressed. Not only it was a nice and friendly gesture but also she did think that this product was rather a good idea (unlike the stupid telescope that had punched her over the holidays.

Hermione went to Hogsmeade that day with Harry, leaving grumpy Ron in the library working on his essay. The pair have been asking her about the parcel but she didn't want to tell them that she planned on using a Weasly Wizarding Wheezes product to have some fun during History of Magic. They would never let her live it down!

The entire day Hermione's mind was straying to the little vial hidden under her pillow. She just couldn't wait to try it out. She thought about it and one thought kept coming forward...

Let the fun begin!


A.N. Hope you enjoyed, there was a little of Draco in it.. soon the day dream shall be used wheee! heheh xoxox REVIEW! I apreciate any suggestions and ideas... Before I wrote it I was thinking whether I should have the twins to send it or love-struck Draco but thanks to Katrina (youre mentioned!) I decide for the twins.. yeah so anyway... REVIEW!