Chapter 2 : Hogsmead
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When she walked in she scanned the long table that was Gryffindor’s, trying to find Harry, Ron and Ginny. She spotted them in an instant, sitting with Lavender, Neville and Luna. She walked up to them and sat herself down next to Luna and grabbed herself two slices of toast.
“Why didn’t you wake me up Lav?” she asked.
“You looked really peaceful and after last night, I just thought you could use the sleep.” Lavender replied.
“Well thank you. So what are we all going to do in Hogsmead today?” she asked everyone.
“Well you and I are going to be having some fun” said Ginny.
“Don’t you two go and have too much fun. Mum wouldn’t be pleased with an owl saying that you and Hermione trashed Hogsmead.” Came the voice of George. He and Fred sat down and grabbed some eggs and sausages. Hermione was glad that she wasn’t the last Gryffindor to eat breakfast.
“Who said the letter would be saying that me and Hermione trashed Hogsmead?” said Ginny with a smile.
“Oh very funny Ginny. Just because everyone, especially mum, thinks it’s going to be us, doesn’t mean it ever will be.” Said Fred.
“I never said that it would be saying that you would. Besides there won’t even be a letter to mum saying that one of her children had trashed Hogsmead.” Finished Ginny.
“We will see about that.” Said Ron. The twins and Ginny all looked at Ron with shocked faces, although you could see the laughter coming through.
“What?” asked Ron stupidly.
“We never said anything, little bro.” Said George, trying not to laugh at Ron.
They chatted away for several minutes, with the topic of Ron’s foretold misbehaviour, coming up twice.
Hermione had been listening to Ginny, Luna and Lavender’s conversation, only putting in her opinion every so often, when she felt a pair of eyes on her. She knew it couldn’t have been the three boys that sat across from their girlfriends because they were all talking about how the Quidditch was going.
It must be the twins. She thought.
She was right.
Fred was staring at Hermione. The sounds around him had dulled so dramatically that it was almost as though he had gone deaf.
Hermione looks really pretty today. He thought.
Fred quickly turned to see who had called him.
It was George.
“You call?” he asked, the picture of Hermione still in his head.
“Yes. Like three times. I was wondering if you wanted to go see Zonko. Tell him about our new products and check up on the stock.”
“Oh, yeah, sure. I suppose we better. We mustn’t be doing too well. Zonko hasn’t sent us an owl saying he was out.”
“Yeah...” George said, wondering off into thought.
Ten minutes later, Fred, George, Hermione, Harry, Ron, Lavender, Neville, Ginny and Luna, were making their way down to the Hogwarts gates and over to Hogsmead.
When they reached the start of the main street, Fred watched as Hermione walked off to Honeydukes Sweet Shop with Ginny.
Why can’t I get her out of my head?
Fred and George then split away from the group, heading towards the joke shop. As soon as they entered, Zonko walked over to them.
“Ahh, I’ve been waiting for you boys to come in. You will be very pleased to know that I sold out you products just last week,” Smiled Zonko, “customers have come back many times buying them.”
“I can just hear the Galleons filling my vault at Gringotts now.” Said Fred.
“Our vault Fred, our volt.” Said George, emphasising that they shared the money.
“Whatever, I can just hear it” said Fred smiling into space.
“You said you sold out last week?” George asked Zonko, ignoring his day dreaming double.
“Yes, last week. Why do you ask?”
“Well we thought that sales had done pretty badly because we hadn’t got and owl from you telling us you wanted more supplies.” Said George.
“Oh, right. Well I was going to send you a request for more, but I didn’t want to interfere with your school work.” Replied Zonko.
George held back a laugh.
“Zonko, mate,” he said as he put his arm around his shoulders, “We make gag products, do you think we care a lot about our grades. We are only staying so we can do our O.W.Ls.”
Fred, George and Zonko talked over another deal. Five minutes later they were walking make out onto the street, their pockets three times a heavy as they were went they entered.
They made their way back down the street and went into the Three Broomstick.
“I’ll find a table, you get the Butterbeer.” Said Fred.
He scanned the pub, looking for a spare table, or even the others. With a jolt of, something, Fred saw Hermione sitting in the corner by herself. He walked over to her.
“Thought you and Ginny were having a girls day out?” he asked when he reached her.
“We were, she and Harry went to buy something. She said she was coming back in five minutes, it has now been fifteen,” she said, looking at her watch, “how did it go with Zonko?”
“Yeah, pretty good. Our products have been sold out for a week. So can George and I keep you company while my ill-mannered sister is away?” he asked in a sort of posh way.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, until George came over with the Butterbeer.
“Well it’s about time” said Fred as George placed his glass on the table and sat down.
“So Hermione, how has the girls day out been, I see my sister has left you, for Harry no doubt.” George asked, ignoring Fred’s comment. He was ignoring his twin a lot today.
“Yeah it’s been alright. I don’t think Ginny really thought it through though. She rushed everything to go hang with Harry. Oh well.” She said, taking a sip of her Butterbeer.
“Typical” said Fred.
They sat and talked and laughed for half an hour until George said he needed to go to the bathroom.
Hermione and Fred continued to talk and laugh. Until, none other than Viktor Krum, came strolling over.
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