Chapter 1
"Hello lads." Fred spoke as he confidently approached the gang.
"And lady." George added, looking at Hermione with a devious smirk.
"Where have you been," Harry started, turning away from his plate to look at them, "You're late!"
"Can't be that surprising, can it?" George shrugged.
"You sure you know us?" Fred joined, shrugging as well.
"But this is breakfast!" Ron managed, bacon draping over his chin. He arched his back, quickly draining his mouth. "You've never been late to breakfast!"
Shape strode by the table, having already finished his breakfast to avoid the noisy students. He spared a sour glare in Ron's direction at his table manners, and quickly walked off.
Hermione eyed the twins suspiciously, their devious smiles still hadn't faded yet. "What have you been up to…"
"Nothing that would concern you." Fred chirped. "Besides, would you really want to know?" George loomed over the table, still standing tall.
Hermione rolled her eyes and let the subject go.
"Well, I want to know…" Ron tried, but his plea was left unanswered. Feeling defeated, he took a swig of his pumpkin juice.
"The pumpkin juice tastes a little different today." He observed. Harry started to fill his goblet, to try and see if he could notice a difference. Hermione hadn't yet gotten to start on her pumpkin juice.
"It looks fine to me." She said absentmindedly, most of her brain focussed on the book in front of her.
Harry made quite the process of swirling the juice around in his mouth, looking at the enchanted ceiling in thought. "It doesn't taste off to me." He concluded.
Some of their dormmates attempted to find a difference as well, but neither Neville, Seamus nor Dean could find anything off about the pumpkin juice.
"Mate, if it tastes wrong to you, just don't drink it." Seamus suggested, before turning back to the conversation he was having with Dean, about giving Lavender's cat a bath or something.
"Well, it doesnt really taste wrong…" Ron said. "Just different."
Meanwhile, at the other side of the great Hall, a blond boy was staring daggers at the Gryffindor table.
"They're all filth, you know?" He hissed, not taking his eyes off the idiots and their stupid affection. Ugh.
"Dwe Gwivvingwhors?" Goyle asked, his mouth still full of food.
"HAA" Draco laughed. "The GryffinWhores. That's hilarious, Goyle. Gotta save that one for later. Hehehe. Gryffinwhores…"
Crabbe shrugged at Goyle, as Draco continued giggling.
"Especially the irishman." He suddenly said, any trace of laughter vanished in an instant. "By Salazar, he is a danger to the female species." He narrowed his eyes as he looked at Seamus talking animatedly to his friend, making rather disgusting hand movements while laughing his ass off. "No one is safe…"
"I overheard Pansy," Crabbe seemed to remember suddenly. "Apparently Seamus once broke into another house's dorm and used his wand to penetre… pena… he stuck his wand in-"
"STOP, warn me to cover my ears next time you plan to say something you heard from Pansy, will you?" Draco looked positively offended that Crabbe even considered uttering such foul words around him. Draco didn't need an image like that to keep him up the rest of the week.
Back at the Gryffindor table, Neville let out a GASP at the preposterous story Seamus just told. Several of the boys around him had sputtered their pumpkin juice, which still tasted different according to Ron, across the table, followed by an exasperated sigh from Herrmione and a laugh from the twins.
"Did she actually sneak you inside her dorm, and ask you to stick your wand up her, her…"
"Yes, Neville, her vagina." Seamus finished. At which even Hermione had trouble staying silent.
"What you do with other students is frankly none of my business, but maybe don't announce it to the whole school." She glared, her cheeks a slight shade of pink.
"C'mon, have you never just messed around a little?" Seamus said. "Or wanted someone to shove their wand up your-"
"I'M going to finish my book in the common room." Hermione had risen from her seat, the wooden legs scraped across the stone floor. "See you at Potions." She quickly hissed before walking off, out of the hall. Her pumpkin juice still stood there, untouched.
"What's gotten into her?" Drace scoffed, his eyes locked onto Hermione as she speed walked her way into the entrance hall.
"Maybe she also noticed the pumpkin juice tasted different, and got sick?" Crabbe offered.
Draco didn't even bother replying, while Crabbe and Goyle gave each other knowing looks.
Completely on his own accord, Draco decided to skip his pumpkin juice that day.