Chapter 8

                                    

                                          
          
                          
The next day, a new sign has been put up on the common room noticeboard.
                          
Gallons of Galleons
                          
Want more pocket money to increase your spending? Like earn a little extra gold? Contact Fred and George Weasley, in Gryffindor common room for simple, painless part time job. (We are not responsible for any injury.)
                          
"This is not right." Hermione said grimly. "We need to put a stop on this." She said to Ron. "What?" Ron said, completely alarmed. "This is our duty, we're prefects!" Hermione shrieked. "Anyways," Hermione turned to Harry, "What's up with you guys?" "Seamus thinks Harry and Alvina are lying about You Know Who's return." Ron answered for us. Hermione sighed, "So does Lavender." "So you guys talk about what a shameful liar I am all night long?" Harry snapped. "No," Hermione said calmly, "actually, I told her to keep her big mouth shut or else she'll regret it. When are you going to realize Ron and I are on your side." She said to us. "Sorry." Harry and I said in a low voice. We went to the Great Hall for breakfast, "Hey guys!" Angelina walked towards us briskly, "Good summer? I've been made into Quidditch captain!" "That's great!" I exclaimed, it really is, her pep talk will be shorter than Oliver's. "Yeah, and we'll need a new keeper. Tryout is on Friday at five, I want the whole team to be there, ok?" Harry and I nodded. "That's a shame, Wood was an excellent keeper." Harry said. "Yeah, but it's always nice to have some new blood, right?" Ron said. I nodded in agreement, "You should try out for keeper, Ron. Put the new broom of yours into good use." I grinned. Ron flushed, "I...er...yea...I don't know." Professor McGonagall began moving along the table, handing out schedules. "Look at today!" groaned Ron, "History of Magic, double Potion, double Defense Against the Dark Arts and Divination! I wish Fred and George would get those Skiving Snackbox done soon." "Were my ears playing tricks on me or does 'ickle prefect Ronnie wants to skip class?" Fred smirked, arriving with George as he squeezed on to the bench next to me. "Hey, Alv. Feel better?" He asked, I smiled, 'Yea." And I pecked his lips, seeing Fred really makes everything better. "We can give you the Nosebleed Nougat in a cheap price, it'll make you nosebleed nonstop, we haven't figure out the anecdote yet though." George said. "Speaking of the Skiving Snackbox, you guys can't test your products on students!" Hermione said. "Says who?" Fred asked shockingly. "Says me." Hermione snorted, "And Ron." "Don't get me into this." Ron said quickly. Fred and George sniggered. "You'll change your mind soon, Hermione." Said George, "You're starting your fifth year, you'll soon be begging for a Skiving Snackbox." "And why is that?" Hermione asked impatiently. "Because you guys are starting your O.W.L.S." Fred pointed out, "A year filled with tears and tantrum...how many times had Patricia Stimson faint?" "Nine...excluded the time when you put Bulbodox powder in her robes." George replied. I smirked, these two... "Yeah, fifth year is going to be like hell, but George and I managed to keep out spirits up." Fred said happily. "Yeah, three O.W.Ls, huh?" said Ron. "Yep." George said, not giving a care, "We feel our future lies beyond academic achievement." "We seriously considered not returning this year," said Fred, "But Ha-" he stopped when Harry gave him a warning look, not wanting others to know he gave the money he won from the tournament last year to the twins. "But my girlfriend is here so that's why." He said. I chuckled as Ron made a vomit noise, "You guys seriously need to lower the PDA."
                          
On our way to History of Magic, Hermione and Ron are having a conversation about where Fred and George got the money from. I can felt Harry is desperately trying to change the subject, "Do you guys reckon the exams will be hard?" he asked. "Yes, definitely." Answered Ron, "This affects the job we can apply in the future. Bill told me we get career advice at the end of the year as well." "Have you guys thought of what you want to do after Hogwarts?" I asked. "Not really," said Ron, "Except...well" he blushed sheepishly. "What?" I urged him. "An Auror would be cool." He said. "Totally." Harry agreed. "But only elites get to be one, the best of the best." Said Ron. "But it's worth it." Replied Harry. "Very worth it." I said.