Disclaimer: You know the drill. I own nothing about Harry Potter. Well, I do, but that's only in my dreams, so it doesn't really count, does it?
I would love for you all to read my new story Starting Over. It's a story about Ginny. And of course, romance. Please read it and tell me what you think!
This is my shout out to my lovely Molly who inspires me to write. I love you Molly.
I'm in Gryffindor!
Fred, George, and Mood…Hair?
Over the next week, things didn't change too much with Draco and Hermione. They still rarely spoke, and he was still acting like his Slytherin, bossy self. She became more and more aggravated, thinking that Malfoy would have changed after their night on the Astronomy Tower. But, he didn't.
Every three nights, as instructed by Professors McGonagall and Sinistra, Draco and Hermione would go up to the Astronomy Tower and work on their star chart. They would bring something to put in front of the door to prevent it from closing again.
Malfoy would still sit at the end of the Gryffindor table, not talking to anyone, and sulking. He would often walk to classes by himself, shooting dark looks at anyone who looked at him.
Hermione tried desperately to get him to cheer up. She offered to have him sit with them at meals or in class. Each time, he simply refused. He wasn't mean about it, but he just didn't want to. Quidditch tryouts (having been postponed for the start of the new projects) were to be the following Friday. Part of Malfoy wanted to try out because he knew that that was where he belonged, but the other part of him reminded him that he was now in Gryffindor where he was hated by all, especially Harry, who had been made captain. Hermione noticed this internal struggle going on in her roommate and she tried to help.
"I think you should try out for the team." Hermione said flatly one day while he was sitting on the couch, she was at the table doing some homework.
He turned around, looking at her. They had barely spoken since the project had started and it was never a real conversation. He raised his eyebrow, wondering how she knew that he wanted to try out, when she answered his next unasked question.
"I saw the way you looked when you saw that tryout dates were posted on the bulletin board in the Gryffindor common room yesterday. You want to try out. I think you'd make a great chaser."
Him? A chaser? It just didn't seem to fit. But, it was either a chaser or a beater. Beaters were boring jobs which didn't get any points for the team. A chaser was the only option left.
"Your little boyfriends wouldn't like me on the team." He responded shortly.
"Harry and Ron don't like a lot of things. But Harry is fair, and if you try out, I know he'll give you a fair chance, even if he doesn't like it."
"We'll see." He said before going back to staring absentmindedly at the wall in front of him.
Friday afternoon came around and students could not be happier. It was finally weekend. Hermione decided to spend the weekend in the Gryffindor Tower, catching up with Ginny.
When she arrived, however, Ginny was not in the common room. Hermione shrugged and went to the fifth years' dorm, where she found Ginny sitting underneath her blanket, shaking.
Approaching her slowly, Hermione pulled of the blanket and Ginny looked around wildly.
"Are they here?"
"What? Who?"
"Fred and George. They're coming this weekend! Remember?" Ginny said, looking over Hermione's shoulder as if to see them standing in the doorway, waving at her, twin grins pasted on their face.
"Oh, I forgot about that. No, they're not here yet. Well, I guess it's a good thing I decided to spend the weekend in the Tower, then, huh?" Hermione said, laughing at her friend.
"Oh good. You're staying!" Ginny got out of bed slowly and walked towards the door. Hermione followed closely behind her.
When they reached the common room, they found Harry and Ron sitting in their favorite arm chairs. They, too, had decided to stay here for the weekend.
"What's wrong, Gin?" Harry asked, looking at Ginny still nervous face. "Oh…" He said, remembering Fred and George. "They're not here yet, are they?"
"Not yet." Ginny said, sitting down next to him.
"Don't worry. You're their favorite? They won't do anything to you."
"Ha. Yes, I'm their favorite. Their favorite Guinea Pig. They always test their products on me." She sighed. "Oh well. May as well face the music. Let's get this little Weasley reunion over with.
As if on cue, Fred and George popped through the fireplace, landing on the heath rug beneath them.
They stood up, dusted themselves off and looked down at the four teenagers sitting around the fire.
"Ginny!" Said Fred
"Harry!" Added George
"Hermione"
"Ron!"
"Lovely to be back here, isn't it Fred?" George said, nudging his brother.
"Ah yes, all the lovely memories." Fred answered, a grin popping up on each of their faces.
They sat on either arm of Ginny's chair and pulled her into a tight embrace. "We've missed you little sis!" George said, ruffling her hair.
"I've missed you both, too." Ginny said, a convincing smile spreading over her face.
"Harry! Just the man we wanted to see!" Fred said, going to the next armchair, looking at Harry. "We owe you mate. Wouldn't have the store without you." He added in an undertone.
"We thought we'd give you unlimited access to all our products. Seeing as how you won't get the chance to go there until Christmas break, though, we decided to bring our products to you!"
They each pulled large bags out of their pockets and emptied the contents on Harry's lap. There were loads of pranks, anywhere from Ton-tongue toffee to a potion that was supposed to give someone two left feet. 'Give your mate two left feet for real and watch him try to get around!'
Harry laughed and thanked the boys for the gifts, making a mental note to test something out on Ron later.
Moving along to Hermione and Ron, they stopped between them, looking at them curiously.
"So, what's the deal? Are you two together yet?"
Hermione blushed and Ron's ears went pink.
"For the last time, boys, Hermione and I are just friends. Besides, she's living with Malfoy now." He added with a snicker.
"You're what?" They both said in unison.
"It's just a project. All the sixth years have to live with someone for a month and have a job and everything so that we can learn was life will be like after Hogwarts. Harry and Ron are partners."
"Awww, we always knew you two would end up together." Fred said, wrapping an arm around Ron and Harry. "The inseparable two." He smirked and stood next to his brother, Ron's ears turned deeper red.
"Well," George said, clapping his hands together, "shall we go out to the grounds? It's a glorious day and you look like you could all use some fresh air."
"I suppose," Ginny sighed as she stood up, Harry, Ron and Hermione following her suit.
"Excellent."
The six of them walked out of the portrait and to the front doors, opening them up to reveal bright sunny day. "Ah, this is much better than that stiff Common Room." George noted.
Fred and George began to quicken their pace as they spotted Neville Longbottom talking to Luna Lovegood. Both would be excellent targets.
Arriving at the tree under which the two innocent students were standing, Fred and George plastered large grins on their faces.
"Fred…George…" Neville stammered, looking at them nervously, not forgetting the time he was turned into a canary. "What're you two doing here?"
"Oh, we just thought we'd get away for a little while. Come back to Hogwarts. We've missed it so much." Fred answered joyously.
"Especially the students!" George continued, patting the nervous Neville and the confused Luna on the back. "Tell me, how have you been?"
"We've been fine, thank you." Luna said, smiling at the twins. She knew them in her fourth year during Dumbledore's Army, but she didn't know how big of pranksters they were.
"Well, we must be going. It was great to see you both again." Fred said, winking at Neville.
As they walked back towards Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny, Neville watched them cautiously.
"They didn't do anything to us…YES! Finally! I had a conversation with Fred and George without being turned into something…yikes!"
Before he could finish his sentence, wings had sprouted from both his and Luna's back, flying them high into the tree before disappearing again.
Neville realized when George patted them on the back; he must have had something in his hands which he put on them causing them to sprout wings momentarily.
A crowd began to form around tree as the six kids ran towards it, Fred and George laughing hysterically.
"Rocket Wings!" Fred announced proudly. "A quick blast to get you away from a sticky situation. Seven sickles! A bargain!"
Ginny and Hermione quickly pulled out their wands and levitated Luna and Neville down. They were trying hard not to laugh at the look of Neville's face. He was obviously afraid of heights.
Luna laughed along with the rest of the crowd and after realizing he was now safe from harms' way, Neville joined in.
Ten minutes later, Hermione and Ginny were chatting merrily under the shade of a beach tree, while Fred, George, Ron, and Harry all looked at them anxiously. Fred and George had set a trap just below their feet.
"Oi! Gin! Come over here for a minute." Fred called, looking at her sister. "We've got something to show you."
As Ginny and Hermione stood up and began walking towards the four boys sitting their innocently, the grass around them disappeared and turned into mud. They both slipped and fell face down in the mud around them. The boys instantly started laughing harder than they thought possible. Soon they were rolling on the ground with laughter as the girls stood up, spitting mud out of the mouth and shaking with the attempt to get the mud off.
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Ginny yelled, leaping for the closest boy, Harry.
"She tackled him to the ground covered him with mud. Hermione followed her suit, leaping on Ron, large amounts of mud in either fist and she wiped it on his face. Fred and George quietly snuck into the castle.
After twenty minutes or so of their mud war, they all got up slowly, mud covering every inch of them. They needed a shower…badly.
They walked back up the castle slowly, completely forgetting about Fred and George. Ginny and Harry both went to the Gryffindor tower to shower, Ron having called dibs on their room, and Hermione began to make her way back to room.
When she entered, Draco looked up at her with questioning eyes.
"I don't want to talk about it." She said shortly, but gave him a small smile.
She turned on the shower, undressed and stepped in. The floor became muddy quite quickly as all the mud slid off her body. She stayed in that position for a few minutes, letting all the mud fall of her, before reaching for the shampoo.
When she had finished with her shower, she reached for her towel, wrapped it around herself and walked out of the shower. The mirror had gotten foggy from all the steam and when she reached her hand up to wipe away the fog, she let out an ear splitting scream at her reflection.
Draco, upon hearing the scream, jumped up from the couch, used Alohomora to open to the door and sprinted in. She stopped suddenly when he saw Hermione in nothing but a towel and then dropped his jaw when he saw the reason she screamed.
Her hair, while usually like brown, had turned…green. (A/N: I was going to leave it here, but I thought I'd add a bit more, just because I'm nice like that)
She clutched her hair in both her fists and turned to look at Draco standing in the doorway, mouth hanging open.
"My hair!" She screamed. "What happened? This is horrible! What am I going to do!"
"Calm down, Granger, calm down." Draco said, grabbing her by the shoulders. "I'm sure there's some explanation for this."
"Fred and George!" Hermione muttered under her breath. "They did this! Draco, has anyone been in this room recently?"
"Well, the door opened about ten minutes before you came in here, but no one was there. I just figured something malfunctioned."
Hermione took a few deep breaths, struggling to find some explanation for this, she began to relax and her hair began to turn blue. Draco became more wide-eyed, seeing the color change before his eyes.
Noticing his eyes grow large, she looked back in the mirror and saw that her hair was now blue. She groaned and tugged harder on her now blue hair.
Realizing that she was still in a towel, she gave a yelp and shoved Draco out of the way, running into her room.
She came out a few minutes later, her hair still blue, fully dressed.
"I'm going to the Gryffindor common room to talk to Fred and George." She said, walking towards the door.
"Wait, wait. I'm coming with you." Draco said, jumping up. "I could use a good laugh."
Rolling her eyes, the walked out the door, Draco following close behind her, and walked to the portrait of the Fat Lady.
Little did she know, the exact same thing had taken place at the same time except Ginny Weasley was the victim and Harry Potter came rushing to her screams.
Harry had just finished taking his shower and getting dressed. He was shaking the towel through his hair when he heard it.
Scream
Harry grabbed his wand from the counter, ran out of the bathroom and used Alohomora to enter into the girl's bathroom next door. His jaw dropped when he saw Ginny standing there in a towel and her hair…brown.
Ginny screamed again, shouting something about her hair, killing her brothers, and never being able to go out in public again, before realizing Harry was standing there. She blushed, and mumbled a quick apology before shoving him out the door and shutting the door with a slam.
That's when Hermione and Draco arrived.
Harry was sitting on the couch, looking dazed. He was the only one in the common room; everyone else was enjoying their last bit of sunshine. He looked up at Hermione and Draco and his face became stiff upon seeing her hair.
"You too, then, eh?" Harry said, inspecting her hair up close when she sat down next to him.
"What do you mean? Did this happen to someone else?"
At that moment, Ginny walked out of the bathroom, her hair now blue, matching Hermione's.
They both looked at each other for a moment, wide-eyed, before saying at the same time through gritted teeth,
"Where are those boys!"
Moments later, Ron walked through the portrait hole, looking refreshed, with Fred and George following closely behind him. All three stopped dead in their tracks looking at the blue-haired girls.
Their hair suddenly became black when they saw Fred and George standing there.
"Whoa! How did that happen?" Asked Fred, seeing their hair change color before their eyes.
"I was just about to ask you the same thing! What did you do to us!"
"It was just a simple hair-dying potion we've been working on." Said George, grinning and inspecting Ginny's hair. "Didn't realize it would change colors, though."
"What do you mean!"
"Well, it was supposed to turn Hermione's hair green and Ginny's brown. That was it."
"Well that obviously didn't work!" Said Hermione, positively fuming.
"Just calm down, would you? We'll figure this out." Fred said, sitting down opposite of them.
Both girls took deep breaths, relaxing. When they were finally relaxed, their hair turned blue again.
"Are you two relaxed?" Fred said, looking at them suspiciously.
"If you could call it that." Hermione shot back, black highlights appearing in her hair.
"I think I know what's happening. Your hair matches your mood!" Fred exclaimed.
"Whoa, whoa. Are you saying that their hair has turned into some sort of mood ring?" Harry asked, surprised.
Upon seeing the Weasley's confused faces, he realized they didn't know what he was talking about.
"A mood ring is a sort of muggle ring that some girls wear and it's supposed to change colors depending on their mood. Although, it's more just their body temperature that causes it to change, not their actual mood."
"Well, looks like that's what happened, then!" George said, standing up. "We should probably investigate this further; don't you think brother-of-mine?"
"Right you are! Besides, we really should be going…we'll come back soon!" Fred answered, standing up next to his brother and walking towards the fire place.
"Oh no you don't!" Shouted Ginny, standing up and making her way towards the fire place. "We need answers. Now! We can't just stay like this!" Her hair became brown as she spoke.
"Sorry ladies, we don't have any for you right now. We'll start looking though."
With a quick smile and wave, they threw floo powder into the fire place, stepped in, and shouted "Weasley Wizard Wheezes", and vanished just moments before Ginny could grab the hem of their robe. Instead, she got her hand caught in the fire and pulled it back quickly with a yelp.
Draco and Ron laughed, while Hermione and Harry got up to look at her now very red hand.
"Oh this is going to be a nightmare!" Ginny groaned, her eyes beginning to water with the pain.
Harry conjured a bag of ice which she stuck on her hand and the three sat back down.
"This is going to be funny." Ron stated before getting hit in the face by a black-haired Hermione.
Author's Notes:
Okay. I know that chapter had no romance in it whatsoever, but I liked it.
Tell me what you think, I'm anxious to hear.
Review, Review, Review
I want at least 45 reviews by the time I publish the next chapter.
And please, read Starting Over and tell me what you think!