Hey readers.

Hoping you'll enjoyed the last chapter.

I'm not getting many reviews so I don't know how this story has been received.

I'm taking the chapters slowly and trying to make it as entertaining as possible.

I want to establish an easy relationship between Fred and Hermione as friends before I jump into anything more than platonic. I want to make it realistic.

Maybe that's why the story seems to be stagnant.

But trust me, the funny pointless chapters in between are slightly essential to the plot.

It won't become obvious now but maybe midway through the story.

Happy reading!

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CHAPTER 8.

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"Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrgggghhhhhh...I am going to killllllll that prat! I swear to God I'm going to find him and hurt him sooo bad that he's never going to have kids ever" Hermione yelled.

There she stood in front of her mirror, toothbrush still in hand like a weapon.

She barely recognized herself. She had bloated to at least 3 times her size. Her clothes were torn at most places and the threads that actually were still intact were struggling to break free.

She had folds of fat in places her body had been smooth and flat. Her face looked so fat it seemed like she had swallowed an entire cake prepared by Mrs. Weasley.

She was raving mad. She didn't care that she was just out of bed, barely clothed. She needed to get her hands on that stupid prankster as soon as possible.

Clutching her wand and a bed sheet wrapped around her (since nothing else fit and she was in no mood to transfigure clothes) she popped into Fred's flat.

"FRED GIDEON WEASLEY" she roared.

She saw no sign of life in the flat. She marched directly into his bedroom and there he lay sleeping, innocent as a baby.

Innocent my foot. She fumed.

She yanked the covers off him and was ready for a verbal onslaught when she noticed that he was wearing nothing but bright green boxers with snitches all over it.

She rolled her eyes. Can't even be decent while sleeping, she grumbled.

She didn't care though. She was barely dressed herself. She yanked his legs again shouting, "get up you useless baboon! Get up NOW!"

"Whaa? Why? Woman, are you crazy? Is this how you wake somebody? It's too unearthly this hour." he said rubbing his eyes.

He opened them and squinted to see who it was. When he saw what he saw he dint even bother to disguise his glee. He burst out laughing. Hermione's livid now red face caused him to laugh even more.

"Looks like someone ate way too much last night" he said between his laughter.

"This is NOT funny Weasley. I trusted you. And we actually had a good dinner together. It was a truce. You don't even follow the rules of your own war do you?" She seethed.

"Whoaaaa. Wait a second. I know you love rules and following them is your thing but firstly,

prank war rule no. 1 is: THERE ARE NO RULES.
And rule no. 2 is: THERE IS NEVER ANY TRUCE.

Besides last night actually was a truce. I spared you. You were fine at night remember. You became like this in the morning. So technically..."

"Don't give me the technical jargon, you overgrown child! It's because of something you added in the food that I'm like this today. I can't fit into anything. I can't go out looking like this!" She groaned.

"How did you do it?" She asked, curiosity replacing her anger. "I watched you like a hawk the entire time!"

"Hmmm. I shall tell you. Since you seem so appreciative about my prank" he said.

She snorted.

"Let me present to you ..." He said making a big show of dragging his hands and moving towards the kitchen opening a cabinet, "THE FATTENING FIREWHISKEY"

Hermione just stood there, mouth wide open. She had imagined several ways in which he could have tampered with the food. Not once did it strike her that the dessert could have been the culprit. And he had made it right in front of her. There was no way she could have seen that coming. That meant he had tampered with the bottle before he had come and re-set the seal. She felt foolish now. She had allowed herself to become such an easy target. But who checks for tampered firewhiskey. Who in the first place even tampers it? Fred Weasley. He dint co-own 3 successful joke shops all over Britain just by chance. Obviously he was brilliant. Albeit grudgingly, she had to admit, the entire thing was brilliantly planned.

"An entire nest of birds would fit in your open mouth right now, Granger." Fred said, amused by my reaction. "I must say though, your reaction to my product was quite eloquent."

Hermione closed her mouth at once and gathered the bed sheet closer to her and said, "I'm stunned. Livid too. But really this was something I could never guess. But you had the Flambé too. How come you're not fat?" she pouted.

"You have such little faith in me Granger, sometimes it hurts" he said with mock hurt. "You really think I'd make myself have something without the antidote ready?"

Hermione blushed at her stupidity. "So are you going to give it to me or not." She asked challengingly.

"Hmmm", he deliberated. "I think... Not."

"What? Are you mad? Firstly, you get me into this stupid, stupid fat body and now you expect me to live with it?" She almost barked the words out.

"Not live with it Granger", he said flippantly. "Just today. The effect will wear off by the end of the day. You can't expect me to be the only one to enjoy the effects of the fattening firewhiskey now can you? Let the world see too."

"I. AM. GOING. TO. KILL. YOU."

"Gladly. But I'll still win the war." He chuckled. "And now if you'll excuse me. I think we both need to wear something a bit more appropriate before mum apparates in with my breakfast. Can't have the wheels of her imagination running at the sight of us like this, can we?"

Hermione blushed at that. Not out of embarrassment but out of pure anger. Giving him one last if looks could kill look she popped out of his flat.

To make the day even worse (if that could even be possible because she met almost half of Diagon alley and most of the people she knew today who were extremely curious about her 'new look' ) Luna had arranged for Frederick McIntosh to drop his niece at the class today so they could ACCIDENTALLY meet.

She had given Luna the green signal on Sunday at lunch but she dint know that she would act on it so promptly. And TODAY of all the days! He had to come by today when I look like Dudley's twin! Of all the days... She was going to kill Luna for not giving her a heads up the next time she met her.

The other Fred was in fact very good looking. More than Luna had given him credit for. She found herself shamelessly staring at him although he too was staring at her but more like a shocked stare than the silly one she was giving him.

She almost laughed. He must really think Luna's gone bonkers, setting him up with me. But then she frowned. Dammmmmmit. What a way to make a first impression. One decent date her deranged friends had arranged for her and it backfired even without starting.

She sighed and just let it go. After an awkward conversation of hello and pick up my niece and heard a lot about you etc he left and I sunk into my chair.

Karma. It really catches up, she thought as she apparated to her flat.

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Thanks for reading!

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