Opposite Day

Hermione knew winding up as a partner with him would completely screw up her day. It all started in Potions, when they were supposed to make a potion. The potion they were supposed to make would supposedly make them talk oppositely. Too bad it worked. Now no one could understand them, and they were forced to retreat to the Heads' dorm.

"Malfoy, you slipped that potion into my drink on accident, didn't you?" she accused.

"Well, you did the exact opposite to me, too!"

"You're so ingenious."

"Well, you aren't either!"

xXx

Unbeknownst to them, Fred and George Weasley happened to be wandering right outside their dorm. They heard yelling inside and grinned at each other, taking out a pair of Extendable Ears.

"We, shouldn't, should we?" asked Fred, grinning mischievously.

"Oh, we should," replied George, his Extendable Ear already attached to the wall.

xXx

Inside, the arguing continued.

"God, why do you have to be so cute and hot?"

"Well, why do you have to be so smart?"

"Screw me!"

"Screw me!"

Fred and George widened their eyes, looking at each other.

"I love you!"

"I love you, too!"

"Bloody hell…" whispered Fred.

Still arguing, Hermione became to angry that she raised her hand and slapped Malfoy.

"Touch me, again!" he growled.

She scoffed. "I need more of this," she replied, glaring at him and shoving past him toward the doorway.

"Yes, you do." He grabbed her arm, pulling her back from the door. Unfortunately, in doing so, she tripped and knocked him down.

She moaned, "That felt good."

He frowned at her, "Stay on top of me!"

xXx

Out in the corridor, a very red George and Fred pulled their ears back from the wall.

"Bloody hell," Fred repeated. "That's it. I'm getting out of here." The two ran down the hallway.

"You know, I'm never going to look at Hermione the same way again," remarked George. "Poor Ron."

"Who knew? Malfoy and Hermione?" Fred shuddered.

Back in Hermione's room, the quarrelling had subsided, and Hermione was furiously writing a letter to Professor Snape, complaining about the potion. Five minutes later, she received a reply:

Ms. Granger,

The potion that you and Mr. Malfoy had both requested at the end of class were not genuine. It is against policy to give a student a potion, so the potion that I gave you was water. Since you had read the entire Hogwarts booklet, I was sure that you knew that we were not allowed to hand students potions. For your very rude note as well as your ignorance, twenty points from Gryffindor. I will see you in class tomorrow.

Professor Snape

Bloody hell.

A/N: Okay, that was short, but it popped in my head. So, as all authors would like, please review.