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CHAPTER 5.
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Hermione was an extremely morning person. And thus by default she was also a Monday person. The concept of Monday Morning Blues was completely lost on her.
As eagerly as she looked forward to her weekends, she was pretty happy with the beginning of her week too.
She was doing what she loved doing and that perhaps was the reason for her good mood every Monday.
Either way this was probably one of the last Mondays for a few more to come that would be so peaceful. She dint know this yet but next Monday would see Hermione Granger in a mood that she wasn't seen in a long time. Getting Dan and Bruce ready in the morning can do that to any normal person.
She made breakfast and collected her charts and headed for class.
"Hey Granger! Need any help with those charts?" Fred asked smirking at her from across the shop counter.
"Sorry Weasley. Not in the mood for fireworks today", she retorted back.
"By the way, the kids left for class quite a while ago. I think they said something about having Aunt Minny's class first. I'm guessing that's you. But aren't we a bit late for it today?" he asked knowingly.
"Yes that's right. The first batch has my class today. And no I'm perfectly on time, in fact always before time so I can get the things needed prepared", she rattled off.
"What time does your class start Granger?" Fred asked.
"Why? You know it starts at ten. You've come plenty of times to drop the twins", she said.
"And yet here you are wasting precious time arguing with me", Fred sniggered.
"Fred Weasley! Have you lost your mind? It's only..." she stopped short looking at her watch. It was 10.05 am.
"What did you do?" She asked, walking towards him wand in hand pointed at his chest.
He backed up quickly, all mirth lost from his face. Not only was she a genius at conjuring dangerous spells for enemies but Ginny had also taught her the perfect Bat Bogey Hex which most of her brothers avoided at all costs.
"Umm. Nothing really. In fact you should be thankful. After a late night at the Burrow yesterday I figured you could do with some extra sleep. ", he mumbled scared to look at her.
"You what?" she said confused lowering her wand.
"Don't be mad. It was just for fun. Now come on I can be blamed only for you being 5 minutes late. The rest of the time you were busy chatting me up! Unable to resist my charm, eh?" He said getting some of his Gryffindor courage back.
"Oh you, you, insufferable prankster! ", Hermione huffed indignantly. "I'll see you later." With a smirk on her face and wave of her wand and a silent incantation aimed at Fred which he didn't realise she apparated away, determined not be any later.
"Hmmm. That went well", Fred thought. "All body parts intact", he chuckled at the memory of the flustered Hermione. She was getting to easy to prank. Maybe he should shift focus over to Percy now. It had been quite some time since he had gotten him.
"Well brother. No customers yet?" George asked coming down the stairs.
"Nope. Not yet. Although I may have charmed Hermione's clock to be late. She's in a foul mood so beware", Fred said.
"Speaking of foul", George said wrinkling his nose "what's that smell? It's awful."
"What are you talking about George? I smell no smell." Fred replied.
"Have you lost it? It's not a smell it's a stench and you're telling me you can't even smell it?" George could barely breathe now.
"I'll see you in a bit", George mumbled and went up again.
"He's strange today", Fred said to himself "wonder if any of the trial potions went wrong".
Just then there was a customer at the front counter. Fred went over at the first aisle.
"May I interest you with something?" He asked the young girl.
"Umm yeah. I'd like the pygmy puff please." She said.
"Sure. Choose one. Come here." He said walking to aisle 4A.
"Umm. I'll be right here. Can you just get me one? Any will do." She said, straining to talk.
That's so odd, Fred thought as he went to get a pygmy.
The girl seemed fine when he came back.
"Here's your pygmy", he offered.
"Thank you", she said nasally as if holding her breath.
"How much?" She asked with what seemed like great difficulty.
"That'll be a galleon and 12 sickles" Fred said.
She rummaged through her purse and with clumsy hands found some coins and put them on the counter.
Picking up her pygmy puff she said "keep the change", let out a deep breath and fled from there.
Fred was stunned at what had just transpired. Mental that kid is, he thought shaking his head and resuming his position at the counter.
A few minutes later, he saw Greta Jones outside his shop. He had been on a date with her a couple of days ago. She played for the Harpies and Angelina had set them up. Quidditch had blessed her with a figure and she surely flaunted it well.
Needless to say they had another date tonight.
Though pleasantly surprised he hadn't expected to see her so soon.
Greta caught his look from across the shop and waved. Fred waved back and motioned her to come in.
She said goodbye to whoever she was talking to and headed toward WWW.
"Hello Greta! Fancy seeing you here today!" Fred said happily coming over to hug her.
"Hi Fred. I was just passing by to..." She stopped for a minute, look of confusion and disgust? Fred couldn't make out.
She swallowed and said "to... To tell you umm that umm tonight is not possible for me. You see my aunt is unwell and I'm afraid I must go see her. Goodbye then." She rushed out leaving a very speechless Fred Weasley with his arms mid air in an incomplete hug.
What is wrong with everybody? He fumed. First George, then that girl and now Greta!
He ran up to the flat and saw George making some product notes.
"Bloody hell what's that nasty..." He looked at Fred and stopped.
"Nasty what? Go on." Fred encouraged.
"Smell!" George said letting out a long breath.
"Why can't I smell it George?" Fred asked desperately.
"Umm I don't know. But trust me. You're not missing out on anything. "George said wincing.
"How bad is it?" Fred asked scared to even look at George.
"Remember when we added furgungle roots to the puking pastilles potion instead of the leeks root? Multiply that smell by the one with Filch's polyjuice and it's still worse than that." George replied with a scarf on his nose.
"Merlin's pants! It must be terrible. No wonder Greta cancelled our date. I cannot believe this. How did this..." Fred trailed off thinking. "No no no no no. She did not! She wouldn't! Would she? Merlin George! Can you believe that Hermione Granger is responsible for this nasty smell on me?"
"If there's anyone who could do it, it would be her", George conceding laughing. "She got you bad mate. That's a brilliant piece of magic. I bet she conjured the spell on her own."
"Yeah. And it was a silent spell that too. "Fred grumbled.
"Excellent" George laughed again. "The jokester becomes the butt of a joke! But you shouldn't feel bad Freddie, it was a good one!"
"I'm not feeling bad you nutter. I'm just shocked that Hermione would actually play a prank. Also she lost me my date with a perfectly good looking bird tonight", he pouted.
"Serves you right though. Who told you to go mess with her clock?" George retaliated.
"Dear brother. Thou hath changed too much after matrimony and offspring's. Where has the joker in you gone?" Fred asked feigning shock.
"Its very much there. That's how I still come up with a fair share of the products. I'm just choosy about who to test them on. And Hermione is definitely off limits. Remember the birds she sent after Ron? After Harry told me that I decided to steer clear" George said piously.
"Hmmm. Nope. No backing out now. Hermione you started playing dirty and I like it! The war is on! "
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So!
Our teacher decided to teach Fred a lesson.
But Fred is not the one to stop.
If you want me to play out any pranking ideas you'll have I'll be glad to do so.
Just let me know.
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