"I'm really, really sorry!"
"It'll never happen again!"
"So please, if you have the teensiest, tiniest bit of heart, don't kill me?"
Hermione sighed. "I won't kill you, Fred."
A mumbling came from the floor.
"What about him?" Fred asked, gesturing to where George lay suffering from her body bind curse.
"No, I won't kill him either."
"So, all's forgiven?" he asked hopefully.
Hermione took in her destroyed desk and paperwork. "I wouldn't say that." She quickly flicked her wand at Fred and watched as he hit the floor. "Now it is. Wouldn't be fair to George otherwise."
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