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Playing With Granger	By : ssdawn Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Fred Views: 10849 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or make any money from writing this story. The honor of creating these characters goes to the great J.K Rowling.

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Let the pranks begin…

Playing With Granger: Chapter 2
The first victim of their mischief was their always-starving brother Ron, who currently was shoveling food in faster than anyone else at the table. Fred and George tried really hard not to look at each other while all of the fun unfolded. It would be a dead give away before all three of them, Ron, Harry and Hermione were affected by their trick. It would be no fun if they were chased away by their Mum before they saw what happened to Harry, and especially to Hermione.
As Ron continued eating like a pig, his nose started turning into a snout. No one noticed at first, until his ears became pointy and then heads turned when he started oinking and squealing at the table. Molly Weasley started screaming at the full-fledged pig that was tossing things around on the table, mashed potatoes, roast beef and corn, during the family's afternoon meal.
As the excitement from the pig was stealing everyone's attention, no one noticed when Harry started lapping up his tea with his cat's tongue. The long whiskers on his face were stopping him from drinking all of his tea, so he mews became louder. The black cat jumped onto the table next to the now frantic pig stomping over everyone's plates.
"Here kitty, kitty," Ginny was trying to get the cat off of the table before he was trampled by her piggy brother.
Of course, no one seemed to see the last member of the trio who'd been picking at her lunch, as she turned into a small, red bird and started fluttering around the room.
Fred and George were sitting back loving the results of their Creature Sprinkles, their newest invention. The person would be turned into the kind of animal their eating habits most represented. It had been a brilliant idea to use these three as test subjects because they knew they'd see three different results.
It was all very funny until the black cat started jumping out at the red bird trying to catch and eat it. The poor little bird was fluttering in mad circles around their heads twittering in distress.
"Fred and George Weasley you are grounded for life!" Molly shouted out as she snapped out and caught the red bird with a small charm that enveloped it safely away from the cat. Both twins apparated out of the kitchen and away from their mum's wrath and the mess their invention had caused.
After ten minutes of mayhem, the pig turned back into Ron who was now laid out flat on the table by Percy holding him down. Ron looked around in confusion at being held down on the kitchen table covered in food.
The black cat changed back into an embarrassed Harry who had been sitting in Ginny's lap and was still draped over the girl. Harry jumped off quickly after he realized he was squishing her. He also was covered from head to toe in food, then mumbled something unintelligible and ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his room.
By this point Hermione had changed back to herself and was sitting in the chair next to Molly. "What was that?" she asked exasperated to whoever would answer.
"Congratulations. You are the latest victim of the newest product, I assume, of Weasley Wizard Wheezes." Ginny said sarcastically.
Hermione pulled out her wand, "They are so dead." She stood up and started leaving their room. Turning back around she looked at Mrs. Weasley, "Do I have your permission to punish them when I find them?" Hermione asked with a menacing look on her face.
"Yes, my dear, you do." Molly answered back with a twinkle in her eye.
Hermione gave a firm nod back and stomped up the stairs in a hurry.
"I hope the twins have found a good hiding place, because it's not good to be at the end of an angry Hermione's wand." Ron said as he reached out to fling mashed potatoes out of his hair that landed in Percy's lap.
"Ronald Weasley…shower now!" Molly yelled at her son.
"Ok, right. Not as if this was my fault you know." Ron looked at his mum.
She pointed to the door, "Upstairs...go!" Ron left with a sigh and a roll of his eyes. On his way, he heard his mum ask his dad, "Arthur, what are you going to do with your sons?"
"They're not just mine Mollywobbles" he heard his dad reply. Ron laughed the rest of the way up to his room.

George and Fred were hiding in a secret closet in their bedroom at Grimauld Place. No one knew that they had built this room. They used the room for the making and testing of their products. Even sitting in their top-secret spot, they were very quiet and not moving around.
"How angry do you think they are?" George looked over to his twin.
"I'm more worried about what kind of punishment Mum will dole out when she catches up to us." Fred said his normal grin not showing at the moment.
"Well, I would say our experiment was a success." George tried to lighten the mood. "Ron was a fine specimen of a pig."
"I'm afraid it worked too well." Fred dropped down to sit on the floor, his knees drawn up and head bent over.
"What's wrong Freddy? Usually you're a bit more excited when we have success." George glanced over to him with a questioning look.
"I don't mind pranking Ron and Harry, in fact it's quite satisfying. But…" Fred stopped to look down at his hands.
"But what?" George stood over him trying to keep him talking.
"Maybe we shouldn't have involved Granger in the prank." Fred didn't dare make eye contact with his twin. He didn't want him to see the truth behind his concerns. Fred really didn't want her to be angry with them, especially him. He usually looked for ways to make her smile or praise him somehow, even though it rarely happened. Most of the time he was at the end of her rants about his behavior, and today would probably bring on another one of those rants or something worse like being hexed.
"I just don't like messing up. I think that's exactly what we did today, we messed up in a big way." Fred closed his eyes and dropped his head onto his knees.
George quietly came and sat down by his twin, their shoulders touching. Fred sighed, feeling the support and strength coming from the person who knew him the best. "I bet between the two of us we'll be able to think of a way to make it up to them, Granger especially."
He looked up to give a lopsided grin to his brother. Even with how bleak things looked now, maybe they could make things right again.

Hermione stood outside of the twin's bedroom counting out loud. "1344, 1345, 1346, 1347,"
"Uh, Hermione what are you doing?" Harry stood with a puzzled look on his face.
"I'm counting. Surely you remember how to do that." Her forehead creased with concentration.
"Of course I know how to count, but why are you doing that?"
"When I stormed up here to confront the twins I knew I needed to calm down or I'd go in there and seriously hurt them. I don't think the Weasley's would like me very much if I did that. So I started to count until I calmed myself down." Her lips kept on moving as she continued counting silently.
"Well, how long do you think you're going to stay out here counting? They may not even be in their room. If I were them I would have high tailed it out of this house and start hiding from their mum." Harry said as he leaned against the wall watching Hermione as she continued counting.
Hermione shot Harry a dirty look. "They need to be punished. When are they going to realize that some of theirs jokes truly aren't funny, especially when they take away the free will of their victims." Hermione's voice started to rise as she turned into her lecture mode.
"They might as well as cast an Imperius Curse on the three of us since we had no control of our bodies." Hermione ended as she crossed her arms in front of herself indignantly.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, Ginny said it was a fine piece of magic and that we all looked pretty good, quite realistic." Harry said with a grin.
"You're only saying that because you ended up in Ginny's lap." Hermione shot back at him.
Harry stuttered as he tried to say something back but couldn't.
"You can't tell me that she doesn't interest you at all. I saw the look on your face when we turned back to ourselves, and it wasn't one of anger sitting in the lap of a pretty girl."
Harry ran his hand through his hair, "Look Hermione, it was a joke. That's what George and Fred do. They make magical jokes and want to help people laugh. I was in a bad mood and being a Tosser to you lot. They brought me out of that. If they can do that for people, then what they are doing really is magical."
Hermione continued to glare at Harry as he sighed and continued up the stairs to his own room. She didn't want to admit out loud that Harry was right in a way. Fred and George did have a way of making people laugh even in the hardest of times, but she wasn't going to back down from how she felt about having her free will taken from her. She still would have a "talk" with the twins about their new product, if their mum didn't kill them first.

Fred climbed out onto the roof outside of his bedroom window to look at the stars. The air was cool, but it felt good out here. He and George had finally emerged after several hours of talking about the mishap and how to move forward.
George was now asleep and Fred couldn't sleep because he was hungry. They hadn't dared slipped downstairs to knick some food being they were still scared of their mum's wrath. So they had gone hungry, concluding that being hungry was better than whatever their mum had planned for their punishment.
He closed his eyes as he felt the cool breeze ruffle up his hair.
"I should push you off the roof," he heard someone say.
His head whipped around to see Hermione looking through the window in the room next door.
"Come out and try," he said challenging her, turning back around and not looking to see her reaction.
He heard a window opening and footsteps behind him. Fred hoped that she wouldn't really take him up on his challenge. Instead, Hermione sat down next to him bringing her legs up to rest her chin on them. That's when his eyes almost popped out of his head. Being summer still, she was wearing a set of summer pajamas with a pink tank top and very short, shorts. He couldn't stop staring at her long, legs that were brushed up against his own. He noticed the tiny lace on the straps that rested on her shoulders and the deep plunging neckline that showed off the tops of her breasts because of the way she was sitting. She sat up and stretched her legs out, which only made the problem worse. The night air brought home the fact that she was not wearing a bra, as he could see her nipples pebbling from the cooler air. He tried not to stare, but Gods, he was a hot-blooded male after all who happened to be crushing on the girl sitting so close to him. She may be two years younger than him, but that didn't mean she didn't have a women's body that was very alluring. This woman's body was making his body react in a way he didn't want her to notice. He could feel his cock twitching the more he looked at Hermione and perused her body. He shook his head and brought his own legs up to cover what he knew would be an obvious erection and laid his head on his arms covering his eyes.
"So, you have nothing to say about today," she said to him. Her words shook him from his own thoughts, which really was a good thing. "I'm really trying hard to be patient and forgive you both. It's taken all day for me to calm down enough to not want to find you and curse you into oblivion."
Fred couldn't help himself and he started to laugh, "Granger, you have such a way with words."
"Fred Weasley, this is not funny. What you did was wrong," she said her temper starting to rise. He noticed that her curls were also filled with static when she lost her temper.
"How did you know it was me and not George?" he asked her in trying to calm her down.
A sly grin crossed her face, "Fred, your mother may not be able to tell you apart, but I've figured out how to accomplish that."
"Do tell Granger," Fred said with curiosity staring down at Hermione.
"Well, you have a scar right here on your left eyebrow," her hand reached up and smoothed over said eyebrow. Her touch sent chills through him as she smiled shyly at him. Her brown eyes seemed to have gold swirling through them from the moon's glow.
"George has a very small mole on the right side of his neck hidden by his hairline. I don't understand why your mum doesn't know this. She gave birth to you after all." Hermione shook her head and brought her hand down realizing it had still been up by his face. She quickly tucked her hands underneath those lean legs that now had goose pimples dimpling her skin.
"You truly are clever." Fred said raising an eyebrow at her.
They both became silent and sat looking out at the London sky. Finally Fred got up the nerve to say to her what had been racing through his mind ever since the incident. "Granger…Hermione," him saying her given name startled her enough that she looked up at him. "In all seriousness, I want to say how truly sorry I am about today."
Hermione's eyes looked deep into his own, searching for the truth. He could see so much in those eyes; the hurt and embarrassment caused by their joke during lunch. Now those same eyes questioned him and his sincerity. He knew that look she was giving him and it was one that other girls had given him before when they weren't sure if he was pulling their leg.
"We shouldn't have included you in the prank. It would have been enough just using Ron and Harry." Fred watched her face for a reaction. At first her lips pursed as she digested the apology and she turned away from him. His heart beat fast, wondering if she'd change her mind and really push him off the roof now that the prank had been brought up again. All he could hear were the crickets chirping and the sounds of a few cars still moving about this late at night in the city. If she didn't say something soon he thought he'd have an anxiety attack.
"Fred, I try not to hold grudges against my friends, and I will accept your apology. But I want you and George to realize that this product is something that I feel takes away someone else's free will. I don't like that feeling." Hermione once again looked up at him, this time with sadness in her eyes.
"Thank you Hermione and we won't ever pull this prank on you again." They may not pull it on her again, but it was a damn fine product that people would for sure want to purchase, and he knew that George wouldn't give up on it so soon after finally getting it to work. Before he knew what he was doing, his arms reached out and pulled her into his chest, holding her close. He heard the surprised gasp that slipped from her mouth, but then he felt her arms go around him in return. He wondered if his racing heartbeat would give his feelings away. Her head turned up as their eyes met, her lips so close to his. He could practically feel the energy zinging between them. He wondered what she'd do if he bent his head down just a fraction and gave her a sinfully, slow kiss on the lips. Her eyes flitted down to his lips and then back up to his eyes. Time stood still as they eyed each other in a vulnerable, but unbidden way.
All too soon she pulled away, and glanced at him shyly. Hermione stood up, "Goodnight Fred," she said in a soft voice as she sprang for her window as if she was being chased.
"Night Granger," he said back, though he didn't think she'd heard him. He sat with a smile on his face thinking about what almost happened. He would bet any future galleons he made that she was interested in him too. With wobbly knees he stood and stretched after sitting there so long. This day had actually turned out better than he'd hoped. Now all they had to do was try and sweet-talk their mum into not punishing them too harshly and they'd have it made. He whistled a happy tune as he climbed through his bedroom window and hopped into bed. He fell asleep thinking of Hermione's eyes and what he'd like to do with her luscious lips.

Thanks for the interest in this story and the reviews given. There is definitely tension building between the two of them. You'll have to see what happens when they get back to Hogwarts. Please leave a review if you liked this chapter and hopefully the next one will be posted within a week.
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