© Sunrisepainter: Because of Snape

Title: Because of Snape

Fandom: Harry Potter

Genre: Romance

Author: Sunrisepainter

Disclaimer: Unfortunately most of the characters (besides the fabulous Hope Shycates & some minor characters) belong to J.K. Rowling, but I'll use them in my story anyway, otherwise a fanfiction would be unnecessary, wouldn't it?

Summary: Hope is a vintage loner. She lives in her own world and excludes herself from her classmates. Involuntary she has to work on the same school project as Fred Weasley, although they can't stand each other.

Pairings: FW/OC; GW/HG; GW/HP; RW/LB

Link for German text: .net/s/3609729/1/Hija_De_La_Luna

Dear reader,

this story is translated from German to English. It was my first Potter fanfiction and some kind of success. So I decided to translate the story into English to reach more people all over the world. I know that my English is not perfect and that I make a lot of mistakes, but unfortunately I didn't find a beta, so be warned and not too strict with me.

Sincerely yours

Sunrisepainter

School Prankster

"Damn, we'll be to late for Poisons!" , George Weasley cursed while he and his brother Fred rushed trough the castle.

"Oh well, we have a good excused", Fred Weasley smirked, "Malfoy has been payable long enough!"

Both of them had to laugh when they though about the stupid face of Draco Malfoy.

Start of Flashback

Absolutely narcissistic the young Malfoy pranced trough Hogwarts. At his side had been Crabbe, Goyle and Parkinson as always.

By doing so they commented on everyone and everything. Something like "Hey Potter! Wanna play hero for a day again?" or "Man Longbottom, gonna blow up your cauldron again?".

"That's Malfoy for you", told Hermione her friends Harry and Ron, "can't pass by without insulting someone!"

"I'd like to punch him so badly! Right in his greasy face!", Ron growled.

"Let me guess: Malfoy again?", George heard the last sentence of his brother.

"Yeah", Harry said grimly, "this guy thinks he's the king of Hogwarts!"

"Don't you think it's time to teach him a lesson?", Fred smirked.

"Do you have the same idea like me?"

"Of course, George!"

The twins shared a conspiratorial look and suddenly disappeared from one moment to another. Hermione just shook her head in concern:
"I hop they're not up to something bad!"

"Even if", Harry grinned, "it's against Malfoy!"

"Yes, but I'm worried anyway!", whispered Hermione, before following their friends

At lunch time all pupil arrived in the Great Hall.

"Boy, I'm starving!", moaned Ron.

"You're always thinking about food, Ronniekins!"

The Weasley – twins were now walking beside their brother. One of each side of him.

"Yes and if not..."

"...he's arguing with the lovely Hermione..."

"...about homework..."

"...and other stuff."

Ron blushed:

"That's not true! Isn't it Harry? Hermione?"

Harry seemed to hold back a laughter while hermione looked at her redheaded friend with her I – would – not – like – to – comment – on – this – one.

"You see...", smirked George.

"...we're right!", Fred closed the sentence.

"I don't want to interrupt your daily teasing, but what exactly did you do when you were disappeared earlier?", Hermione wondered.

"Don't be curious, Miss Pointy – Headed", George twitched her hair.

"You'll see soon!", Fred explained and was all smiles.

A girl, who passed by, listened attentively:

"What did you do now, Weasley?", she eyed he twins deprecatory.

"Nothing that concerns you, Shycates", Fred returned.

With interest the golden trio examined the unfamiliar girl. She war pretty short and lank, had honey blond, long hair and grey eyes. She was bespectacled and under her arm clamped a huge tome. Hermione recognized her from somewhere. But which house did she come from? And which grade?

The girl raised an eyebrow:

"Really? I hope it's nothing dangerous or stupid. No it, it is one of your pretty intelligent pranks. You hopefully aware of the fact that I'm a prefect!"

Right, now Hermione remembered her! She was one of the prefects of Gryffindor and in the same grade like Fred and George. But she didn't know her name.

"Of course we're aware of that! That's the reason why we actually pull our pretty intelligent pranks."

The girl merely shrugged her shoulders and flounced away.

"Who was that?", Harry and Ron burst out simultaneously. Fred snorted:

"Hope Shycates!"

"Completely inconsiderable", George commented.

"Not to mention arrogant, bossy, aspiring, prudent and absolutely boring", Fred listed. Ron peered at Hermione who gave him a sable look.

"I warn you: Don't say something stupid now, Ronald! I'm so not like her!"

"Well, not all the time...", he mumbled and ducked his head a little. Hermione opened her mouth to deny it but was interrupted by the sudden yelling from the table of the Slytherins.

Draco Malfoy was as pale as clay and his nose was bleeding way too abnormally strong. In Panic he pressed his hand at it and cried for his friends to help him. But they were too busy with themselves. Pansy Parkinson pressed her hand against her mouth and left the Great Hall in a hurry. They just heard her doing some choking noises. Goyle started to scratch himself wildly and Crabbe had furuncles all over his face. The Slytherins got the whole attention and it didn't take long until the entire pupils burst out laughing.

"Bulls' eye!", Fred and George gave each other a high five.

"Oh no", Hermione sighed, "don't say it was you!"

"Fine, we won't say it", Fred chuckled.

Harry and Ron almost fell of their seats while laughing out loud. Hermione was the only one remaining serious:

"That's so gross and childish, really!" She arose and left the Great Hall.

"I think she wasn't amused at all", George looked after her.

"But it was definitely worth the trouble", Fred grinned, "serves them right!"

"In fact what did you to do to them?", Harry wanted to know, after he somewhat calmed down.

"Puking Pastilles", George mumbled and for some reason he seemed to be fairly down.

Pensively Fred observed his brother. Usually he was always cheery.

"We put Puking Pastilles, Mange Tablets, Furuncle Juice ans Nosebleed Nougat in their food", he eventually explained to his younger brother and his friend.

"Chrm, chrm" someone cleared his throat behind them and all four of them turned around in shock. It was Minerva McGonagall, the house teacher of Gryffindor.

"Thank you very much for your confession, Mr. Weasley. Please, follow me to my office now. Both of you!"

"But we have a double period of Poisons now", George objected.

"Well Mr. Weasley, I feel sorry for you, but rules are rules. You had to think about the consequences before you pulled this nice prank. I can't tolerate such behavior!"

Compunctious the Weasley – twins skulked after their teacher.

"But it was definitely worth the trouble", Fred repeated quietly.

End Flashback

"Fortunately we just have to clean some toilets", said George.

"Yeah, but without magic!"

"It could be worse!"

"Oh yes?"

"Do you remember Harry's punishment when he was second year?"
"Yuck, the pauper had to spent hours with Gilderoy Lockhart in one room! Compared to that, leaning toilets sounds way better!"

They reached their class room.

"Snape will lose it!", Fred said and smirked.

"Oh yes, just keep smiling", with this purpose George opened the dungeon door.

End of Chapter One.