Hello! Here is Chapter 10 and I really hope you enjoy it. I think this is my favourite so far, I hope it's yours too ;)
P.s- For all of those lovely people who want the Bowling scene I can tell you that it's going to take place in Chapter 14. Sorry to keep you waiting!
Chapter 10-
Hermione's day started of almost exactly the same as the day before. She woke up late and found Fred sheepishly standing by her door.
"I know you said not to knock but I couldn't help it. I guess I'm just too much of a gentleman." He chirped as he sat down on the bed.
Hermione yawned and laughed at his comment as she was too tired to reply properly.
"So what is on the schedule for today Mione? Going to town? Bowling? Studying? Snuggling up to the most handsome temporary muggle you know?"
Fred raised his eyebrows suggestively and smirked.
'If he wants to play this game then fine. Game on Weasley.'
Hermione sat up in her bed and stroked her chin and let out a soft "hmmm".
"We have already been into town, we are going bowling next week and we studied yesterday. So I guess that leaves snuggling up to the most handsome temporary muggle I know."
She laughed slightly at Fred's shocked expression. His eyes seemed to bulge as if he really believed her for a second, Hermione also another expression in his eyes. 'Was it…hope? Noooo…he wouldn't want to, it was a joke in the first place.'
"Really?"
"Yeah, I must call George and tell him to come over."
She tried to muffle her giggles but they just came out as loud laughs instead.
Hermione watched as Fred's face fell slightly but he quickly covered it with a mock glare.
"That was low Granger. Picking my twin over moi? Are you sure you don't want to go to St. Mungos instead? You know get your head checked as it seems you still can't tell I am the most attractive twin."
"Ha Ha. You're modest too."
"You know it."
She smacked his arm lightly and they both fell into soft laughter. Fred got of the bed and wandered over to Hermione's dressing table. He picked up a hairbrush and began to brush his scruffy bed hair. He slicked it back and turned to Hermione whose smile was beginning to cover most of her face.
"What on earth are you doing?" she replied through gasps of laughter.
"Why Granger, I am Malfoy but you can call me Draco."
Fred walked over to her bed and kneeled in front of her and took her hand in his. He brought it slowly up to his mouth and kissed it softly; he looked up and wiggled his eyebrows again. Hermione felt her cheeks heat up and before she knew it she burst out laughing and Fred joined in too, collapsing onto her bed.
"The scary thing is you actually looked and sounded like Malfoy for a moment there… apart from the 'Wooing' thing though."
Fred turned back to her and grabbed the forgotten hairbrush; he ran it through his hair a few times before it turned back into his 'Scruffy-But-You-Can't-Resist-It' hairstyle.
"Well, that's the last time I will be doing that then. No way am I going to be known as Malfoy's ginger clone…erugghh." He shuddered for effect and Hermione rolled her eyes playfully.
"So, anyway. Back to my original question, what is on the schedule for today Mione?"
Hermione looked thoughtful for a second and then the perfect idea came to her.
"Wear some casual clothes you don't mind getting mucky and meet me in the kitchen in ten, okay?"
Fred eyed her suspiciously before heading out the room. A soft "Okaaaaaay…" followed him out.
Hermione changed into a baggy white vest top and some brown leggings. She tied up her hair in a messy bun and headed for the kitchen and to her surprise Fred was already there. 'God, he's actually fairly punctual…for a Weasley anyway.'
He was wearing a stripy blue top and some grey sweatpants that were folded into shorts. Hermione had to admit, his casual look still made him look incredibly hot.
"So what exactly are we doing today that involves us getting mucky?"
Hermione smirked and replied
"Cooking. The muggle way."
They walked over to the counter top and Fred turned to Hermione.
"What are we cooking then, I thought cooking was clean and easy?"
"Trust me; cooking with me is neither of those things. And you can choose what we make; mum went shopping last night so we have lots of ingredients."
Fred looked thoughtful for a moment before he remembered a certain conversation he had had with Hermione a few nights ago.
"Pancakes." He replied simply.
He watched as a confused expression settled on Hermione's face, it then turned to suspicious.
"Why do you want to make pancakes of all things? Don't you want to make something more exciting?"
"Well there your favourites, so I thought we'd make them together." Fred shrugged and walked over to the fridge and began to look for the ingredients. He may be a wizard, but he knew what went in pancakes… although he didn't know how you made them exactly.
Hermione was a little shocked. She hadn't expected him to have remembered that. In fact she hadn't thought he'd even listened to most of her answers that day. Turns out he did and he was actually very thoughtful. As much as Hermione wanted to tell him how sweet it was he remembered, all that came from her mouth was a small "Oh".
They collected all of the food and the pans they would need for the pancakes. Hermione had told Fred how to make the mix and they were now at the stage of flipping. 'I really didn't think this through.' Hermione thought as she saw an over excited Fred with a pan in his hand.
"okay, please be careful Fred." She begged nervously as she gave him some mix. He smiled almost crazily and shouted.
"THREE….TWO….ONE….FLIP!"
Hermione watched as the pancake soared in the air and landed with a splat on the kitchen floor. Fred laughed and Hermione gave him the 'your-cleaning-that-up' look before chuckling herself.
"Sorry Mione. I guess flipping wasn't for me…but you know what they say practise makes perfect and all that. So how about we make some more mix?" he gave her a puppy face and she couldn't help but say yes.
Fred scooped the failed pancake up and into the bin before turning back to Mione. She was pouring flour into a scale and was making a bit of a mess with it. Seeing his opportunity, Fred dipped his finger in some of the spilt flour and gently bopped her on the nose, leaving a flour finger print in its place.
Hermione gasped at the contact and glared at Fred. He was laughing quite loudly but was silenced when he felt something powdery on his chin.
Hermione had put he finger in the flour and poked his chin making his eyes squint evilly.
"You did not just do what I think you did… 'cos if you did… you're gunna get it!"
Fred picked up a whole handful of flour and dumped it onto Hermione's head. She screeched and glared back at Fred.
The flour war had begun.
Fred's hair, face and t-shirt were covered in flour and Hermione's leggings and hair were also full of flour. They had been laughing and throwing food for the last 5 minutes and Hermione needed to recover.
She didn't care about the state of her or her kitchen; she just needed to stop laughing for a minute because her ribs were physically hurting.
As Fred turned to grab more flower she made her exit silently from the kitchen and hurried up the stairs. Of course she wasn't stupid enough to go unprotected so her trouser pockets happened to be stuffed with flour and it was now creating a small trail behind her.
All she had to do now was sit and wait for Fred to fall into her trap…
Fred had paused his fighting to 'reload'. The kitchen was covered in white powder and there was more on Fred then there was let in the bag. He turned to grab some more for a split second when he heard Hermione scuttle of upstairs.
'So she thinks she can hide and make me follow into her trap, eh? Well I will show her. I will just wait down here until she finally gives up, then I pounce…' Fred thought as he smirked.
All he had to do was sit and wait…
Hermione had been sitting behind her bedroom door for just over 3 minutes now; she knew Fred wasn't going to follow. She gave up on her plan and tried to stealthily go down the stairs. She stopped on the stairs when she noticed the front door open. Her father stepped through the doorway and headed into the kitchen completely oblivious to Hermione on the stairs.
Oh god, this isn't going to be good…
Fred was hiding behind the kitchen door with a whole bag of flour ready in his hand. He heard the stairs creak and he could hear footsteps coming towards the kitchen.
'Three…two…one...'
"GOTCHA!" He shouted as he dumped the whole bag of flour onto Hermione's head.
Wait. That was definitely not Hermione.
Fred stared in shock as he looked at the flour coated Mr. Granger. Although his face was white from the flour, red could be clearly seen through it. Fred's eyes bulged and he felt his whole face pale. Hermione came running into the kitchen, obviously too late to stop Fred's actions.
The two teens stood completely still not even daring to move as they watched Mr. Granger's silent shaking form.
Soon, he erupted.
"WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU TWO THINK YOU ARE DOING?"
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