Hogwart's Biggest Prank War

VIII : DETENTION

Ron and Hermione's detention was to take place on the Sunday, cleaning Snape's storeroom. They were clearly estatic.

"It's midday, Ron" Fred told Ron as he and George laid on Ron's bed. "Time for your detention with Granger, right?"

Ron groaned. "Cleaning Snape's storeroom. He's probably going to turn up with something acidic we'll spill all over ourselves"

"At least Hermione will be there" George offered and started laughing. Fred raised his eyebrows at him.

"Clearly you haven't spent two summers with her" George said. "She'll spend the whole time going off at Ron for getting her detention, although" George looked thoughtful. "She's kind of hot when she's angry. I wouldn't mind"

"What?!" Fred spluttered. "You know we're talking about Miss-Prefect, right?"

George shrugged. "Have you seen her though, Fred? Her hairs calmed a bit, more curly than frizz these days, she's small but has curves, and her tits-"

"Please stop" Ron asked modestly. He has known Hermione since they were eleven, and it felt wrong to be discussing her like that.

"Yes, please" Fred agreed, glaring at his twin.

"What?"

"She's sixteen!" Fred snapped, suddenly annoyed.

"She's only a year younger than us, Freddie"

The twins glared at each other, in the middle of a rare argument.

"Er, Ron, you should probably go" George said awkwardly. Fred snapped his eyes away from George and nodded at Ron, who was standing up.

"I should go too, Harry ran away using his invisibility cloak and Snape ended up giving me detention with Filch." Fred said.

"Twat" Ron called out to George as he left the room. He was seething, but he didn't know why. As he walked down the stairs to the common room, he got less and less angry at George, and more at himself.

Why did he care if George liked Hermione? They (Hermione and himself) were hardly close, except for the time that they were stuck in the broom cupboard.

The time they were now serving detention for.

Of course Ron couldn't argue that Hermione wasn't attractive, but he didn't like the way that George spoke about her.

But they spoke about every girl like that; the twins were less warm boyfriends, more part-time occasional shags. But somehow, disrespecting Hermione like that felt wrong.

As he reached the common room, he saw Harry lounging on the sofas talking with Ginny, Hermione nowhere in sight.

"Oi, arsehole, where's Hermione?" Ron shouted at them, ignoring the fact that everyone was looking at him, some stunned that he would dare to swear at the 'creepy-lying-attention-seeking- Potter-brat'.

"She already left, Ron" was the only reaction Harry gave though.

Ron sighed and left out the portrait into the cold castle. The walk to Snape's storeroom was uneventful except for the growing hate Ron grew for the teacher – although, he supposed that this time the detention was deserved.

"Weasley, you're three minutes late" the bat said as Ron approached the professor and Hermione. He took in her clothing; the weather was cold, so she was wearing blue muggle jeans (skinny, he suspected. No jeans he owned were that tight), a short-sleeved top that read PARIS and a white cotton jacket with ordinary trainers on her feet.

"Sorry" he replied tonelessly.

"You two will be taking out all of the supplies in the storeroom and then cleaning the shelves, without magic" Snape smirked.