Chapter Two: Leave it to Fred and George
Ron POV
Fred elbowed me in the ribs. "Ow!" I yelped. "Don't do that." Fred just rolled his eyes. "What?" I asked.
He looked at me apparently expecting me to know what he was thinking.
"Bloody hell, Fred. I'm no mind reader. Just tell me."
"Oh, come on. Surely even you Ronald are not that thick," George said and jerked his head toward the window and Hermione who was sitting outside in the rain.
"What is she doing out there? She's getting all wet." Fred rolled his eyes again. "Stop doing that!"
"You truly are an idiot Ron," Fred said.
"Exactly," George chimed in. "Nearly the whole school knows."
"Knows what?" I yelled. "What is so bloody interesting that everyone in the whole school knows but me?"
"Now, now," said Fred.
"No need to yell little brother," said George.
I lowered my voice, but only slightly. "What?"
"There you go," George said.
"Is it really that hard to take a civil tone with us?" asked Fred.
"Just tell me what it is," I demanded.
"Tsk, Tsk. There is that tone again," said George.
"Just tell me."
"Why don't you go ask Hermione?" said Fred.
I stalked away angrily listening to their insane laughter.
"Hey Hermione," I said once she was within earshot.
"Oh," she smiled. "Hey."
"Did I tell you that I am going to murder my brothers?"
She laughed. "Why? What did they do this time?"
"Well, I'm not actually sure. Fred and George said to ask you."
"Ask me why you're going to murder them?"
"No…they just said that…I was an idiot and that everyone knew. Then when I asked them what everyone knew they told me to ask you."
Hermione giggled. "Maybe this'll help," she said. Then leaned in to tell me a secret or something. But to my surprise she kissed me.
"Don't murder them. They were just doing me a favor," she said and walked away. Just like that.
Damn, I was an idiot.