Your P.O.V.
Hermione and I walk over to the boys in the Great Hall. I think they're playing chess.
"Knight to E5," Harry commands.
Ron studies the board then smiles smugly. "Queen to E5."
The Queen walks over to her spot and I look away, realizing what'll come next.
A crash confirms my suspicions.
"That's totally barbaric!" Hermione exclaims, horrified.
"That's wizard's chess," Ron says simply and I deem it safe to look back at the board.
Ron studies Hermione.
"I see you've packed."
"See you haven't."
"Change of plans, my parents decided to go to Romania to visit my brother Charlie. He's studying dragons there," Ron explains.
"Exactly how many siblings do you have?" I ask him.
"Too many," he grumbles.
"We heard that!" Fred and George exclaim, appearing behind me. They each put a hand on my shoulders protectively and Ron stares.
"When did you three get so close?"
"The minute we realized what a little prankster she is," George answers.
"We needed an 'innocent' sister to help us, and seeing as how mum'll kill us if we ask Ginny, we thought (y/n) could be a good alternative," Fred explains.
"Now boys," I say playfully, "don't be giving away our secret plans. Ron still hasn't woken up to a fake spider on his face!"
"Hey! We agreed on a real spider!" the twins scold.
"I'm feeling generous right now. We'll see how I feel after the holidays."
Ron goes white and everyone at the table laughs.
"We'd best be going," George says.
"Sleep with your eyes open, Ronniekins!" Fred teases as the stroll off.
"Anyway," Hermione says, trying to get us back on topic, "it might be better that you're staying, Ron. You can help (y/n) and Harry. They're going to go look in the library for information on Nicholas Flamel."
"We've looked a hundred times!" Ron moans.
"Not in the restricted section. Happy Christmas."
I give her a tight hug. "Happy Christmas."
She walks away and the boys look at me then each other, clearly terrified by what they think is Hermione's dark side.
They don't know the half of it.
"I think we've had a bad influence on her," Ron mumbles.
"More like a good one," I say.
"You're crazy!"
"So are you, Ronniekins. So are you."
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Harry's P.O.V.
"Harry! (Y/n)! Wake up!"
I run out to the hall at the same time as (y/n).
"Happy Christmas, Harry. Happy Christmas, (y/n)," Ron says.
(Y/n) and I smile at each other.
"Happy Christmas, Ron."
(Y/n) stifles a laugh at the same time I notice Ron's outfit.
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FanfictionYou live in an orphanage. According to the people who run it, your parents died in a car crash when you were only a year old. One day, a man comes claiming he is a Professor at a magic school called Hogwarts. He says his name is Dumbledore. What wil...
