Dramione -I thought you were a Dementor

The Weasley Triplets

Week off with the Weasley’s… YAY

 

HERMIONE POV:

“Oi, Ron I told you!” George teased as the youngest Weasley brother sulked. We had apparated to the Burrow which had been restored to its former glory.

Percy nodded curtly as we appeared suddenly in the kitchen; he was wearing a suit and looked extremely exhausted. “Told him what?” I asked George, who just chuckled to Fred and ran up to their room.

I rolled my eyes and followed them up the stairs until I reached their room; I had never been in there before and it looked extremely nice. There were posters advertising their joke shop pinned all around the room; they had a huge board with different slips of parchment pinned to it, all filled in with the same untidy scrawl that I recognised as their handwriting.

“Welcome.” They chorused; watching me spin around in a full circle just to catch a glimpse of the colours and shapes that were everywhere. They had a cauldron in the corner which was bubbling over a small controlled flame; their eyes twinkled as they followed my gaze.

“Take a seat.” Fred said; summoning one of the kitchen chairs with is wand. We heard a loud grunt that I knew was Ron’s; of course they took the chair he was going to sit on.

“What is this all about?” I sighed tiredly; it was way past lunchtime and I was tired and hungry.

“Well I made a bet with RonnieKins; and then Charlie, Bill, Fleur and Ginny joined in.” George grinned; Fred glared at him. “I was in too; George, Ginny, Fleur and I said that you were going to end up with that slimy git Malfoy and everyone else said you would end up with someone else, Ron put money on himself… poor sod.” Fred was grinning now; George rattled his gold filled pockets and winked.

“And when did you make this bet exactly?” I asked; I was a little bit pissed off now. They were all putting money on my love life; how utterly rude.

“Funeral.” They chorused; nodding to each other in approval. “Bill, Fleur and Charlie will be here tomorrow to celebrate Fred’s return; Ron has to pay them a galleon each, along with us and Ginny.” Fred chuckled; a smug look on his face. “Plus we are expecting galleons from Bill and Charlie too.” George added, suddenly the chair was gone and I was lying on the floor; which only added to my foul mood.

“And what made you start this dare?” I snarled through gritted teeth; glaring at their smiling faces. “When we all saw Malfoy spin you around.” Fred winked; I growled and raised my eye brows, turning to leave.

“Wait!” They called; suddenly they each had their arms looped through mine and in one swift movement they picked me up and carried me to one of the beds; the tips of my converse scuffing against the smooth wooden floor.

“What do you want now?” I muttered as I was dropped; I sat down comfortably with them on either side of me. “Well we hear you have a little bit of Slytherin cunningness in that bushy head of yours.” They grinned; I shifted uncomfortably, I knew where this was going. “Plus for the brightest witch of your age you must be good at potions.” Fred winked; wiggling his eye brows at me.

“So for this week only we are offering you a position with us.” George sang, offering his hand and grinning.

“And what would I have to do exactly?” I said as I narrowed my eyes at him; I heard Fred laugh from my left.

“Prank’s of course. On everyone but Mum.” They smiled wickedly and held out their hands once more; why shouldn’t I have a bit of fun?

“I’m in.” I grinned; their eyebrows raised as grins flashed across their faces. “We weren’t expecting that!” George gasped, looking shocked.