This is the third chapter of our D/H story. Bad news fellow R/H shippers out there, Daydreamer says that we can't have an R/H fic cuz it has to be D/H ::pouts::.

However, I'm gonna slip in a little R/H ::whispering:: shhh, don’t tell! J/K no seriously daydreamer and I both decided to put some in. Ickle Ronniekins must not be forgotten! So, on with the story

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or any of the characters in this story for that matter.

Love, Hate, and the Weasley Twins

by Nickzchick and Daydreamer
 
 

Chapter 3
Love Struck
 

    "What’s up with him?" Harry asked curiously at dinner as he noticed Draco Malfoy caught in a dreamy gaze in Hermione’s direction.

    "Dunno," Hermione replied, feeling rather uneasy. "He’s been like that ever since the end of our tutoring session."

    Harry snorted in ill-repressed laughter as Malfoy could be seen writing "I love Hermione" on his hand with a hot pink gel pen. Ron, however, seemed less amused.

    "That dirty Slytherin," he muttered as he continued to scarf down more food (A/N: no clue what you guys eat over in England so I’ll just stay safe with "food"). "If I didn’t know better, I’d think that he has a crush on you, Hermione." He wasn’t smiling as he said this though, his eyes were cold and calculating as if to size up Malfoy from the other side of the Great Hall.

    "C’mon you guys, let’s go," said Hermione, jerking Ron and Harry away from the remainder of their food violently. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Malfoy had gotten up to follow them. "Oh no," she groaned.

    "Oh no what?" Harry asked, quite irritated at having to miss half of his dinner. Then, he spotted Malfoy and the annoyed look on his face changed to a rather amused one. "Look, Hermione, it looks as though you have an admirer."

    At this, Hermione shot him a death glare and continued to drag Ron and Harry down the empty hallway toward the Gryffindor tower. She marched them through the castle, pulling them along by their wrists. She moved like a huge battleship, oblivious of her surroundings, and they had no choice but to follow as they were practically being keel-hauled in her wake. However, when she cast a small glance over her shoulder, she could see Malfoy still following them and struggling to catch up.

    "Hermione, my love, wait!" he called after them. Hermione groaned and Harry snickered rather loudly.

    "Sorry Malfoy!" she called over her shoulder as she continued to drag Ron and Harry behind her. "We have a project to work on."

    "No need to be sorry oh beautiful angel! And please, call me Draco!" he replied though he slackened his pace. "I’ll see you tomorrow then, my love!" he yelled after their retreating backs

    Harry was in hysterics at this point but Ron was looking rather angry. Hermione snapped the password, "pixie powder" at the fat lady and managed to get them both through the portrait hole into the Gryffindor common room where Harry, free of her vise-like grip rolled on the floor in laughter.

    "It’s not like I’ll ever go out with him! Honestly, it’s not that funny, Harry!" Hermione shouted, indignant at his behavior.

    "Yes… it… is!" Harry gasped between laughs. "Draco Malfoy… has… the world’s…biggest…crush… on…you!"

    Ron, reassured that Hermione was obviously not interested in Malfoy, joined Harry in his laughter. Soon, they were both gasping for air. Hermione gave them a look of pure venom, then stormed up the stairs to the girl’s dormitory. Ron and Harry, noticing her absence, stopped laughing and climbed to their feet.

    "What’s gotten into her?" Harry asked.

    "Dunno," said Ron, shrugging his shoulders. "How about a game of chess Harry?"

    "You’re on," Harry said.

    While Ron and Harry set up a wizard chess game, Fred and George were whispering amongst themselves in a secluded corner of the common room, mischievous grins in place and ready to put the next phase of their plan into action.

    "How long do you reckon the potion will last?" asked George.

    "A little over a month," Fred snickered. "Enough time to work out the second half of our plan."

    George grinned back and the two plotted in secrecy until they were tired and went to bed, ready to start the next step of their plan.
 

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    During the wee hours of the morning, two shadowy figures crept furtively into the library and headed strait towards the restricted section. One of them slipped a huge book with a large red stain on it off of the shelf, and without opening it, (as they knew it would scream they did) the two mysterious culprits snuck out of the library without anyone noticing.
 

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    A month later, Draco Malfoy was still hopelessly smitten to Hermione. He’d asked her out repeatedly, apparently unfazed by her flat out no’s. He had even bought her several expensive gifts from Hogsmeade, including a beautiful silver locket and a highly valuable talking mirror.

    Hermione was, there is no other way to describe it, thoroughly creeped out. Here was this guy that had despised her and her best friends since they had met and now he was totally in love with her. Over the last month, she had to admit that he had gotten far less repulsive although she still dreaded their daily tutoring sessions as he would make attempts to kiss her about every five minutes, which, unsurprisingly, kept him from excelling much in Transfiguration.

    On the whole, Draco Malfoy himself was becoming far less involved with the dark arts and far less liked by his father. Although, he had to admit, it wasn’t that much of a bad thing. He’s never been as obsessed with the dark arts as the rest of his family but he didn’t have a problem with it. So he’d always gone along with it. But now that there was a worthy distraction, he didn’t really feel like pursuing dark magic anymore.

    On this particular day, Fred and George Weasley huddled over a large cauldron in a secret room of the castle. They congratulated each other on their own cleverness. After a morning that seemed to lag forever (at least from their perspective) they appeared at lunch with wide grins on their faces. They plopped themselves down next to Harry, Ron and Hermione with chesire cat grins still plastered onto their faces.

    "Hey, Hermione!" Fred said in an overly cheerful manner.

    "Um, hi…" she replied cautiously.

    "Lovely day isn’t it?" George asked, gazing distractedly at the enchanted ceiling.

    Hermione followed his gaze. The ceiling above showed a gray-clouded, raining sky with the occasion lightning bolt flashing across it and gail force winds gusting about. She gave George a strange and suspicious look and said, "Erm, yeah, whatever you say."

    Unbeknownst to her, Fred Weasley had taken advantage of the distraction his brother had created to snip a tiny lock of Hermione’s bushy brown hair without anyone noticing. They proceeded to scarf down their food and leave the lunch table in a hurry, but not before slipping a clear-colored sleeping potion into Hermione’s pumpkin juice. Quickly, they crept behind a suit of armor in the hallway near the History of Magic classroom and waited for Hermione to come down the hallway for her
tutoring session.

A/N: *dances around gleefully* no one knows what I’m gonna do! *grins evilly at everyone who hasn’t figured it out yet* mwuahahahahahahaha. Should I end it here? *considers the option* nah… Daydreamer has told me that I should write this next, um, part. Come to think of it, I think she wants me to write the one after that too *frowns*. Hmm… oh well

    Hermione left lunch a little early and, stumbling from sleepiness, wandered like a highly intoxicated drunk down the seemingly empty hallway. Suddenly, two pairs of hands seized her and carried her to an unfamiliar room. Too tired to protest, she simply slumped into an untidy heap and fell asleep on the floor. Above her, her captors snickered and muttered to each other quietly.

    "You watch over her," Fred Weasley said to his twin brother, "I’ll do the rest."

    "Suit yourself," George replied dubiously. "I don’t fancy becoming a girl for an hour anyway."

    "All for the good of the prank, George," Fred replied as he dropped the strand of Hermione’s hair into the Polyjuice potion. (A/N: there, I revealed it, happy?) The potion sizzled as it dissolved the hair and turned a sky blue color.

    George shook his head at his brother and sat down in a corner of the room as he watched Fred take a swig of the potion. Immediately, the changes began (Author runs back to her room to get the second HP book and make sure that this is accurate). Fred doubled over as if he’d just swallowed live snakes (A/N: gee, wonder what book that came from). Soon, he was on all fours, gasping for air as the skin on his body bubbled over like hot wax (A/N: seen that simile before somewhere? :-). Then, he
watched his fingers grow slimmer and more petite, his frame shrunk, he could feel more hair sprouting from the top of his head. Suddenly, it all stopped and as he looked in the mirror, he found the face of Hermione Granger staring back at him.

    "You ok?" George asked from the corner of the room.

    "Yeah," Fred replied, but it wasn’t his voice. It was Hermione's chiding tone with a hint of know-it-all spirit.

    "Ok, then, go ahead," George said.

    "Ok, wish me luck."
 
 
 

A/N: look at how long this chapter is! Yay! Ok I hope you enjoyed it and Daydreamer is writing the next chapter. Don’t forget to review!
 

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