Fred sat in Transfiguration, cheerily reading the notes on the board before he would routinely proceed ignore them and instead play exploding snap with Lee.
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Hermione was now in Herbology, where she was seated next to Harry and Ron at their trestle table covered in pots and soil.
'Now class, who can tell me what we shall be learning about today?' Professor Sprout asked as she place down a pot full of small wriggling purple tubers.
Hermione lifted her hand and said 'Cherib pods' she said smartly, happy with the nod of approval from her teacher.
'And what do they do?'
'Well, Cherib pods are small plants that admit a strong smell of affection, that is to say a perfume that when smelt endears the person to whomever they fancy' Hermione blushed. It was the heat in her cheeks that stopped her noticing the slight tingle that spread across her body as she answered the question correctly and the charmed threads in her shirt start to disappear.
'Where do they normally grow?' Professor Sprout looked towards Neville, but he was always too shy to answer before Hermione.
'Along creek and river beds mostly' Hermione answered at once.
'Correct, and they flower?'
'Spring' she replied.
'Summer actually Hermione' Neville said very quietly after an encouraging look from Ron for him to speak up.
'No Neville it's spring' Hermione said in a teaching voice
'Sorry…' he quivered 'but it's summer'
'No it's not, Professor! They flower in late spring, don't they' she stood up from her chair frustrated at herself more than Neville.
'Yes, though you could also argue that it is early summer' Professor Sprout chuckled
'But they need the warm sun to grow…' Hermione started
'Correct' Sprout replied
'Yet they can't stand too much heat' Hermione was wound up, she liked Neville, but she couldn't be proved wrong! It was unthinkable! Ron and Harry looked at her with a grin, they loved her getting fired up when it wasn't at them. Then they froze, her shirt was starting to eat away at itself. They could see her bare shoulders!
'True' Sprout said looking down at the pods into bowls she was sorting out for the class to use
'And they rely on the Dirigible wasp to pollinate them' Hermione was hot in the face from being determined to win her point
'Yes'
'…So that they can create more pods' Hermione continued, Harry nudged her
'Correct'
'And since the Dirigible wasp can only live up to three weeks and they are born in spring…' Harry elbowed her 'the Cherib have to flower in spring'
'As always, correct'
'So I'm sorry Neville but, Ouch Harry!' she snapped at him 'What?' she demanded
'Top' Harry muttered, not looking at her. Hermione looked down and yelped. Her blouse had completely vanished; she stood in the middle of Herbology in her school skirt and a bright pink tank top with the words "Smarty Pants" stamped across the front in glittery writing. She blushed scarlet. Professor Sprout turned around to ask her next class question and gasped at the horrified look on Hermione's face.
'I'll kill him!' Hermione spat and snatched her wand from the desk.
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Fred was just placing the top card on the carefully constructed pile of smoking cards when two things happened. The card house exploded, and Hermione slammed the door open of the class room.
Professor McGonagall gasped in shock at the sudden appearance of Hermione, and at such a un-Hermione-ish entrance, while Fred looked amazed at the card deck for making such a surround sound explosion.
'Fredrick Weasley!' Hermione stormed, utterly enraged. He spun in his seat and gapped at the sight of a furious looking Hermione. Her hair was wild from running up to the castle, her cheeks were flushed red with embarrassment and her chest rising rapidly from anger and sprinting. Sure he'd never seen her shoulders before, but the pay-back tank top certainly still covered her up. He'd seen more at quidditch practise in the summer. Angelina had wicked abs.
'Miss Granger!' Professor McGonagall exclaimed
'Sorry professor, but Fred…'
'Continue' Professor McGonagall said, sitting down and waiting for the show.
Hermione blinked then remembering what she was wearing, well what she wasn't wearing - she happened to really like her school shirt and as for bright pink...well others might like the colour, but she did not. She stormed up the class room towards Fred, who now, due to Professor McGonagall not demanding Hermione leave, was slightly worried.
'Fredrick Weasley, you are the most insufferable, painful, horrid…'
'I'll stop you there love' He interjected with a grin
'Yeah Hermione, stop handing the guy compliments' Lee laughed. Hermione wanted to scream
'Yeah! He vanished your boring school shirt and gave you a stylish new one, you should be angry, not saying nice things' George laughed.
'I am angry' she said, looking livid
'Alright' Professor McGonagall thought it was time to interject, she knew the skill of Hermione too well.
'Take off your jumper Mr. Weasley and please give it to Miss granger'
'Definitely' George smirked.
'Gladly' Fred said and pulled both his shirt and jumper up.
'Just the jumper Weasley' McGonagall interjected before he pulled it over his head. She flicked her wand and his white shirt pulled its self back down his quidditch toned abs - which most of the class goggled at.
'Fine' Fred grinned and handed over his jumper
'I don't wa…' Hermione started angrily
'Nonsense' McGonagall flicked her wand and Hermione was clad in Fred's school jumper
'Such a shame to cover up such a fine view...Smarty pants ha!' Lee and George laughed, Hermione started forward, but McGonagall grabbed her arm and with her other, one of Freds. She forced the two out of the classroom, to wolf-whistles from George and Lee for Hermione's lovely attire. The jumper went well past her hips and over her hands.
'I'll get you for this Fred!' Hermione snapped as McGonagall marched them both away from her laughing classroom.
'That she will' McGonagall said without a doubt, smiling secretly to herself.
