After an interview in professor McGonagall's office, where they had been banished at either sides of the room - Hermione fuming and holding her wand, Fred calmly leaning against the wall. McGonagall had cast a spell over both of them to stop any retaliation happening until they both calmed down. They were then marched to the great hall to join the rest of the school for dinner, with Mcgonagall making sure they didn't seat even remotely close to each other.
Hermione took her seat next to Harry and across from Ron, who was stuffing his face with duck sausage, potato salad and what looked like half a chicken leg. Lavender lend forward to talk past Harry to Hermione
'Cute jumper Hermione, I didn't know you were dating Fred' she said with a giggle
A sound of gaging emanated from Ron; Ginny banged him on the back as Hermione spluttered in response.
'I...I'm not!' she said feeling her face getting red
'But his hot!' Lavender said in horror
'Yeah Hermione' Parvati added 'Your wearing his jumper! You gotta be dating him'
'He's a great kisser isn't he' Katie laughed, Harry gaped at her
'Katie!'
'What?' she giggled 'And very fit' she wiggled her eye brows. Hermione wanted to slide under the table and stay there until they had all left.
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It had taken a few weeks for McGonagall's spell to wear off, so it had given Hermione plenty of time to think of a plan of attack. It wasn't fair, she hadn't intended to embarrass him, things just got out of hand in the Room of Requirement, but he went and made his revenge public! So that's what she would have to do.
She had come up with a few feeble ideas, but none seemed to be good enough to embarrass trouble-maker-extraordinaire Fred Weasley. It was only when she had been writing out a long essay for Professor Bins and Harry had walked into the common room soaking wet and complaining of the horrid training session that she decided that would be her place for revenge.
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The following week at 6.30pm sharp, she snuck down from dinner to the quidditch dressing rooms under Harry's invisibility cloak. She had just asked to examine it, but intentionally forgot to say what for, and since she was Hermione, he had lent it to her for the night completely unfazed and uninterested. She probably wanted to do more library work he thought rolling his eyes.
She hid in one of the shower cubicles under the cloak, not wanting someone to randomly step on her as they moved around getting ready for training. She only had to wait around five minutes before she heard the loud voices of the Gryffindor quidditch team laughing their way down into the change rooms. Hermione listened as Angelina gave them instructions and they all got changed while half listening to her rant.
'Alright everyone, out to the pitch' she called over her shoulder as she left.
Hermione slipped her wand through crack in the shower door and just managed to catch Fred's boot with her spell. His shoe lace unwound its self and he stumbled.
'I'll be out in a second' he crouched down, back to Hermione and started to re-lace his shoe. Hermione snuck out from the shower cubical silently, hidden underneath the cloak. Fred finished lacing his shoe but groaned in pain as he went to straighten up. He rolled his shoulder as Hermione crept towards him.
'Stupid bludger' he muttered to himself, then yanked his quidditch robes off over his head, leaving him in just in his training pants and boots. He snatched up his bag from the bench and fished around for something. Hermione was standing rather still, staring at his strong chest and arms, quiet hypnotised. He pulled out a small bottle and rubbed a purple mixture on his obviously bruised shoulder. He resealed the bottle, chucked it in his bag on the bench and rolled his shoulder a few times.
'Will have to do' he muttered and picked up his robes again. As he was pulling them on over his head, Hermione woke from her daze and cast her revenge. He pulled his robes down and snatched up his broom and ran from the change room to catch up to the others.
Hermione grinned and snuck back into the shower cubical to wait, she wanted to witness the aftermath.
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'Fred what the hell?' Angelina snapped. Hermione heard them all coming back into the change rooms.
'Yeah what got into you' Harry asked with George and Ron in unison.
'I…I don't remember…what happened?' Fred said looking confused.
Hermione snickered silently
'You acted like a stupid three year old' George said slightly irritated with his twin. A new sensation.
'What? What did I do?' Fred moaned in confusion.
'Well for starters you were riding you broom the wrong way around, so you crashed into the stadium wall a few times'
'That explains the pain in my knee's…' Fred sounded annoyed as he gingerly sat down.
'You were flying around the pitch singing stupid songs Uncle Billius taught us, the ones Mum banned us from singing' George laughed
'Then decided to try and hug Katie as she was flying past…'
'Thanks for the coat hanger…' she said with a raspy voice
'I'm so sorry Katie!' he sounded horrified starting to get up to see if she was alright.
'Don't apologies to me, it's Ron who needs that'
'Merlin…what did I do?'
'Nothing' Ron said sharply
'You thought it would be funny to try and give him a wedge at fifty feet in the air' Harry muttered
'I...so sorry Ron' Fred sounded embarrassed and utterly confused. Hermione was genuinely sorry for the others, the spell was just meant to make him act like the child he was being with her, but she had forgotten that even as a toddler, Fred would of been a trouble maker…
'What happened?' Angelina asked with a sigh.
'I have no clue…I didn't mean to do any of that! I don't even remember doing it...that's really embarrassing…sorry everyone' Fred said in a sheepish voice.
Hermione beamed. She'd got him.
'Thank you for apologising. Go wash off and don't let it happen again' Angelina's voice said.
Hermione froze.
She was trapped…in one of the shower cubicles. She stood horrified at her idiotic hiding choice as seven sets of footsteps walked into the tiled area. There were fourteen showers; surely no one would walk into hers.
Then she saw Harry's face as he pushed open her door and she wanted to die.
But then heard him mutter about his glasses and he left to put them on his school bag. She started forward, to escape before hell started, but then the worst possible thing happened. Fred Weasley, still confused and embarrassed walked into that very cubical and blocked her way of escape. She clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle the horrified gasp. She backed into the very corner of the cubical, which he had just locked behind him.
'Hey that was my shower' Harry said
'Not any more' Fred laughed. Hermione couldn't decide which would be worse, Harry her best friend or Fred her rival. Fred began to pull his robes over his head and Hermione covered her face fully in embarrassment. She heard him walking towards her and the shower - which protruded a long way out from the wall. The spray of water started and she was surprised to find that if she stayed completely jammed in the corner it didn't hit the invisibly cloak. She kept her eyes screwed shut and her breathing almost no existent. She could smell Fred's shampoo mixing with the scent of his sweat from practice; she would not allow herself to admit it, but it was a very enticing smell.
'Hey maybe someone hexed you' she heard someone call from the other side of the room
'Malfoy!' she heard Harry and Ron exclaim
'His not that smart is he?' Hermione thought it was Katie who asked this question.
'Nah…non of those snakes are" George replied
'Who is smart enough to do that sort of spell?' Ron called out stupidly.
'I know' Fred muttered to himself and Hermione's eyes flew open in fear 'That little minx' he grinned and the sight of his hair full of bubbles and a wicked grin on his face made her heart stop.
'Oh she's good…but I'm better' he said under his breath.
You wish Weasley she thought then turned utterly maroon as he turned under the shower spray and her eyes darted down before she could stop them and she saw just how fit his backside was.
