Post by mmadlyinlove on Jan 19, 2007 2:23:41 GMT -5
Disclaimer: Don't own it and I never will.
A/N: Grr... I'm so frustrated cuz I lost this story once and now I'm even more tired than when I started it. LOL! Well, hope you guys like it anyway. LOL.
Rating: PG, just in case.
Mischief Managed...
"Honestly, Ronald, I don't know how you can stuff so much food into your mouth at one time," huffed Hermione Granger. Ron Weasly's only response was to stuff mashed potatoes into his mouth and mumble something incoherantly before reaching for another chicken leg from the center of the table. Harry Potter, who was sitting next to him, only shook his head and smiled. He looked across the table to Hermione.
"Why should it surprise you that Ron eats that way?" he asked. "You've known him for three years." Hermione's only response was to roll her eyes and huff again. Just then, Fred and George Weasly walked up behind her and stopped.
"Hello, kiddies," said Fred.
"Hey, Harry, we need to borrow that map we gave you a few months ago," said Fred. Harry frowned.
"Why?" he asked.
"We're on a mission..." said Fred.
"...of great importance." George continued.
"Without that map of yours..."
"...there's no telling if we'll succeed." Harry reached into his pocket and handed it over to George, who, in turn, opened it and looked it over with his twin brother. They both smiled rather mischiveous grins.
"Aha!" exclaimed George. "I knew it."
"Right where they should be," continued Fred.
"Now all we have to do is..."
"...find out how long they've been there..."
"....and how long they'll remain there..."
"Though I think we'll have plenty of time..." said Fred, nodding his head.
"...since she usually stays there for quite some time on Wednesdays..." George continued. Fred checked his watch.
"...and she couldn't have been there for more than thirty minutes..."
"...And as far as we could tell..."
"...she's usually there between two to three hours..."
"....depending on their work loads, of course..."
"Oh, of course...."
"So that still gives us ninety minutes," concluded George. He high fived his twin.
"Wicked," they said in unison.
"And just what are you two planning?" Hermione asked as she looked up at them.
"Not that it's any of your business, Granger..." said Fred.
"...but my brother and I are planning on showing Dumbledore and McGonagall..."
"...just how much they love each other."
"What?" asked Hermione, glaring at them. "Why?"
"Because, they've loved each other for years..." replied Fred.
"...and it's our duty," replied George, "to meddle into their lives..."
"...for their own good..."
"So please stay out of our business..."
"...so we can take care of theirs..."
"NOSY!" they finished in unison. Just as they were walking away, Hermione heard Fred say, "Honestly, the nerve of some people!" She turned back to find Harry and Ron snickering. She folded her arms upon the table and glared at them.
"Well, I'm glad you two find this funny," she hissed before she finished her meal. Harry and Ron looked at each other. Hermione couldn't fool them. They knew she secretly thought it was a wonderful idea. Who was it that had brought it to their attention, anyway?
Oooo
Fred and George made their way towards the Headmaster's office, careful not to be seen by anyone. When they were hiding in a dark corridor and made sure they were out of sight, they looked at the map again. There, in Dumbledore's office, were the names, "Albus Dumbledore" and "Minerva McGonagall".
"If we pull this off, Fred, it'll be the greatest thing we've done to date," smirked George. His twin nodded.
"And if we fail..."
"...it'll be the LAST thing we do..." George finished. They shrugged.
"At least they'll stop dancing around each other," said Fred. They nodded.
"Alright, you know what to do?" asked George.
"Of course," replied Fred. With the wave of his wand, there was a tear in the arm of his robes and a cut in his arm. "Ouch, that's gonna sting for a bit."
"But it's for the cause," assured George. Fred nodded.
"For the cause!" he agreed. And with that, he set off again towards Dumbledore's office.
TBC...
A/N: Grr... I'm so frustrated cuz I lost this story once and now I'm even more tired than when I started it. LOL! Well, hope you guys like it anyway. LOL.
Rating: PG, just in case.
Mischief Managed...
"Honestly, Ronald, I don't know how you can stuff so much food into your mouth at one time," huffed Hermione Granger. Ron Weasly's only response was to stuff mashed potatoes into his mouth and mumble something incoherantly before reaching for another chicken leg from the center of the table. Harry Potter, who was sitting next to him, only shook his head and smiled. He looked across the table to Hermione.
"Why should it surprise you that Ron eats that way?" he asked. "You've known him for three years." Hermione's only response was to roll her eyes and huff again. Just then, Fred and George Weasly walked up behind her and stopped.
"Hello, kiddies," said Fred.
"Hey, Harry, we need to borrow that map we gave you a few months ago," said Fred. Harry frowned.
"Why?" he asked.
"We're on a mission..." said Fred.
"...of great importance." George continued.
"Without that map of yours..."
"...there's no telling if we'll succeed." Harry reached into his pocket and handed it over to George, who, in turn, opened it and looked it over with his twin brother. They both smiled rather mischiveous grins.
"Aha!" exclaimed George. "I knew it."
"Right where they should be," continued Fred.
"Now all we have to do is..."
"...find out how long they've been there..."
"....and how long they'll remain there..."
"Though I think we'll have plenty of time..." said Fred, nodding his head.
"...since she usually stays there for quite some time on Wednesdays..." George continued. Fred checked his watch.
"...and she couldn't have been there for more than thirty minutes..."
"...And as far as we could tell..."
"...she's usually there between two to three hours..."
"....depending on their work loads, of course..."
"Oh, of course...."
"So that still gives us ninety minutes," concluded George. He high fived his twin.
"Wicked," they said in unison.
"And just what are you two planning?" Hermione asked as she looked up at them.
"Not that it's any of your business, Granger..." said Fred.
"...but my brother and I are planning on showing Dumbledore and McGonagall..."
"...just how much they love each other."
"What?" asked Hermione, glaring at them. "Why?"
"Because, they've loved each other for years..." replied Fred.
"...and it's our duty," replied George, "to meddle into their lives..."
"...for their own good..."
"So please stay out of our business..."
"...so we can take care of theirs..."
"NOSY!" they finished in unison. Just as they were walking away, Hermione heard Fred say, "Honestly, the nerve of some people!" She turned back to find Harry and Ron snickering. She folded her arms upon the table and glared at them.
"Well, I'm glad you two find this funny," she hissed before she finished her meal. Harry and Ron looked at each other. Hermione couldn't fool them. They knew she secretly thought it was a wonderful idea. Who was it that had brought it to their attention, anyway?
Oooo
Fred and George made their way towards the Headmaster's office, careful not to be seen by anyone. When they were hiding in a dark corridor and made sure they were out of sight, they looked at the map again. There, in Dumbledore's office, were the names, "Albus Dumbledore" and "Minerva McGonagall".
"If we pull this off, Fred, it'll be the greatest thing we've done to date," smirked George. His twin nodded.
"And if we fail..."
"...it'll be the LAST thing we do..." George finished. They shrugged.
"At least they'll stop dancing around each other," said Fred. They nodded.
"Alright, you know what to do?" asked George.
"Of course," replied Fred. With the wave of his wand, there was a tear in the arm of his robes and a cut in his arm. "Ouch, that's gonna sting for a bit."
"But it's for the cause," assured George. Fred nodded.
"For the cause!" he agreed. And with that, he set off again towards Dumbledore's office.
TBC...