Author's Notes: I'm back again...with chapter four! So true, The Ding Dong Song is one of my favorites! Anyway, to someone who had asked why Hermione hadn't used the 'Accio' spell, here's why:

Hermione, as I said in the first chapter, is currently at the age of 16. And being 16 is still being an underage witch for her. So, she can't use magic outside Hogwarts...and they are currently outside Hogwarts since they're at Grimmauld Place 12. So that's it to it.

Sorry for the late update! (Since I usually update earlier than this.) I had to go home late, and I just finished encoding this story on Word! :)

Song of Inspiration: Catch a Falling Star by Perry Como

It came to me while listening to this... :)


If you can steal one...

Why not steal it all?


Hermione Granger and The Missing Underwear

Chapter 4: Harry Potter

"Where are you going?" Fred turned around. He along with George was carrying an aching Ron. He was practically clutching his groin due to pain.

"We're bringing—"

"—him to St. Mungo's." George jerked his arm upward as he strengthened his hold on his dear brother.

"My Tralala…" Ron whined.

"Tralala…whatever." Hermione whispered under her breath. She spun around and headed straight to her room.


Hermione sighed and opened the door that lead to her room. Yesterday was stressful, and somehow, fruitless. She was back to zero again. Nothing at all.

She sat on the couch and thought.

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Think

Think

Think

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"Sit down in our Thinking Chair and think...think...think!
Cause when we use our mind, take a step at a time
We can do anything...that we wanna do!"

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"Hermione?" Somebody said behind her door. Reluctantly, she stood up and went to open it.

"—Harry?"

"Yow, 'Mione."

"Why…do you look like you've just been raped?" Hermione stared at him from head to toe. His hair was messy and his glasses were lopsided and broken. Dirt was splayed on his cheeks and his shirt was adorned with stains of mud.

"I was." Gasp.

"You were?!"

"Just kidding!" Harry exclaimed, tapping her shoulder. Hermione rolled her eyes at him and moved back to her couch. Harry followed and sat with her, his eyes scanning the room.

"So…why are you here?"

"To… escape from ferret-boy."

"Draco?"

"Hell yes! He's been chasing me all day!" Weeeird. Ron and Crookshanks…and now Harry and Draco?

"Uh…may I ask why?" She said uncertainly. She was not sure if she'd ever like to hear his answer.

Catch a falling underwear and put it in your pocket…

Never let it be stolen away…

Catch a falling underwear and put it in your pocket…

Save it for the laundry day…

"I stole his gel." Harry said simply.

"You stole his—what?"

"His gel 'Mione. Never knew you're deaf now." He smirked, feeling satisfied at her reaction.

"You're the foulest thief ever! His gel! Get out of my room, Harry James Potter! I don't wanna die yet!" She screamed, moving away from him. Harry just laughed but remained seated on her couch. Hermione could only look disbelievingly at him.

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Wait…did he say steal? Keyword registered.

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"YOU THIEF! GIMME BACK MY UNDIES!" Hermione Granger, berserk mode.

"Wha—underwear? I stole Draco's gel, not your underwear, Mione!" Harry stood up from her couch, perfectly terrified and scared.

"POTTER! I HEARD THAT!" A voice shouted from below.

Gulp, gulp, gulp.

"YOU! I never thought you'd stoop that low, Harry! How could you! You—you're my best friend! I—"

"Listen 'Mione! I did NOT steal it!" He shouted, his back facing her. He was quickly walking towards the door.

"Don't you dare, Harry. Don't you dare leave this room!"

Harry, however, didn't listen and stepped out of the room.

"I dare."


"Draco—"

"—mate!"

Draco spun around and came face to face with the Weasley twins. He raised his brow at them. He needed to kill Potter right now, and no one can ever stop him! No one! Not even them!

"What?"

"We know what—"

"—to do with—"

"—Herms' problem!" Fred said proudly. This mere statement made Draco forget all his recent thoughts about killing Harry.

"Really?"

"Of course—"

"—mate!"

"How?" He smirked, folding his arms on his chest.

"Simple!"

"The Accio spell!" Draco fell anime-style. Of course! The Accio spell. She could have ask Fred and George to do it for her since she was still an underage witch. Guess her pride got the better of her. She always liked getting things done alone, and only by her.

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"Well?"

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"Accio Hermione's underwear!"

Silence.

Silence.

Silence.

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Zoom!

"It's working! We—"

"—can hear it!" And Fred came face to face with a pink panty, literally.

Why does it always have to be Fred?!

"AHHH! MY UNDERWEARS ARE FLYING!" Hermione shouted from upstairs.

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"Underwears?"

"Draco, catch!" With an unerring skill of a seeker, Draco was able to catch another flying panty zooming into their direction.

"What the hell?"

"Why can't you be more specific, Fred!" George shouted as a beater appeared out of thin air and he started to evade and bat back the panties zooming towards his direction.

"Sorry, mate!" Fred answered as he drew another beater of his own, imitating George's actions. Draco continued to catch the flying panties zooming to his direction.

"Damn it!"

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"WHAT THE HELL'S HAPPENING!" Hermione shouted, clearly angry. She was at the last step of the stairs, looking vindictive.

Suddenly, she turned to Fred and George.

"Fred, George? I thought you were at—"

"We just—"

"—came back!" They answered, still batting the underwears.

"Oh."

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"Why the hell are my panties flying to you guys again?"


Harry entered his room, feeling his scar. It was scorching hot. He was in pain. This only happened when Voldemort's feeling an extreme emotion or was near.

"Damn, my scar hurts." He muttered to no one.

"Probably it's making you remember where you hid my favorite underwear."

Or so he thought.

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Oh, so there's Voldy.

"H—hermione?"

"Give it back, Potter." She growled.

"It's not even with me, Granger."

"You dare?"

"I dare." (Familiar?)

"Gimme back my undy!"

"I DON'T HAVE IT!" Harry shouted.

"You're a thief! You stole Draco's gel—"

"YEAH!" Draco shouted from downstairs.

"—and probably, you stole my favorite underwear too!"

Harry gave a frustrated sigh.

"I.DID.NOT!"

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"You didn't?"

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"Nope."

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"Oh, okay."

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"Sorry for bothering you, Harry." With that, she left his room, leaving Harry bewildered.

"Meeeeow."

"Crookshanks? When did you come in?" Harry said quietly, still bewildered by Hermione's sudden exit. He picked the cat and started to pet him.

The world is becoming weirder and weirder.


"Yow."

Hermione looked up. She was currently at the living room couch, contemplating at herself these days. The missing underwear totally made her crazy…

But I'm not saying she didn't like it that way.

"Oh, Draco…" He sat down beside her, grinning foolishly.

"Let me guess, by the look of your face, you got your gel back." She smiled weakly.

"That's the Hermione I know!" He smirked, confirming her guess. His hair was glistening due to the hair gel.

"Just put it aside first. Don't let it trouble you that much, Hermione."

Put it aside first?

What the hell was he thinking?

Could he be saying that to divert my attention…

Could it be that he?...

End of Chapter 4


End Notes: On why I'm favoring on Fred so much...it's just that I find his death so unfair. So, somehow, I'm doing this to give his character a little happiness. :) Who stole Hermione's Underwear? Vote my profile NOW!