Background for Chapter:
Hermione/the twins friendship
Set summer before sixth year
The twins convince Hermione to help them clean up their flat
The quote is from an episode of My Boys
"I still don't know why I agreed to this," Hermione grumbled as she looked around the disgusting flat.
"Because you can't say no to us," George said, sliding up beside her, sliding up to her.
"No… I just needed to get away from your git of a little brother." Hermione corrected, picking up a trash bag and starting to throw stuff into it.
Three hours later, she was done. Even magic couldn't help the place, so everything had to be done the muggle way. It still wasn't thoroughly cleaned. She was washing her hands when she noticed a rather larger patch of itchy red skin. Hermione couldn't believe they actually claimed that the flat wasn't that bad. She stormed out of the bathroom.
"What is this?" she demanded, looking at the twins.
"I don't know," George said, looking at it closer.
"A rash?" Fred suggested, joining his twin.
"Well, I didn't have it when I got here." Hermione snapped before walking to the fireplace, promptly flooing back to Number 12 Grimmauld Place.
"How'd it go?" Harry asked, amusement clearly evident in his voice.
"I have a rash!" Hermione said, pushing past him to her room to get her magic first aid kit.
"They better find a good way to make it up to me," Hermione grumbled, rubbing a healing balm on the rash.
Harry entered the room carrying a bouquet of yellow roses.
"The twins sent these to you." Harry said, handing them to her.
She smiled fondly at the flowers. When she found the note, she narrowed her eyes. Hope that rash gets better. The Weasley Twins
"Not even a thank you," Hermione mumbled, ripping the note off and crumpling it up. She looked at the flowers and smiled again.
"Hermione, what are you planning?" Harry asked, slightly worried when the angered Hermione smiled.
"Don't worry about it, Harry. It doesn't concern you." Hermione responded, a plan forming in her head.