Word Count: 484
A/N: Written for Round 3, Challenge 1 of rwhg_ldws
"Is this a Muggle prank?" George asked Harry.
"Yes. I heard Dudley and some of his mates talk about doing this once, but it actually seemed funny and not like his usual bullying."
"You think this will really bother Hermione?"
"Of course! She'll go absolutely mental over it. And better yet, she'll think it was Ron who did it."
"A two for one deal!" George exclaimed, as he and Harry shared a mischievous laugh.
"Ronald Bilius Weasley! What have you done to the car?!"
"I said, What. Have. You. Done. To. The. Car?"
"I heard what you said. Merlin! They probably heard you in Wales. I have no idea what you're talking about, Hermione."
"Our car drives twenty kilometres per litre of petrol. I just purchased petrol TWO DAYS ago, and I already had to refill the tank! Where have you been going without telling me?"
"I haven't gone anywhere!"
"I keep a record of when I purchase petrol and how far I drive, so there should still be plenty of petrol in the car. If I haven't used it, then you must have!"
"But I haven't! I haven't driven that bloody contraption in weeks!"
"Then where did the petrol go? It hasn't leaked. There's no trace of it!"
"Well, I don't know where it went! I certainly didn't drink it!"
Hermione let out an exasperated sigh. "Ronald, you are impossible!" She stormed out of the room in a temper, slamming the door behind her.
"RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY!"
"BLOODY HELL, WOMAN! I'M NOT DEAF!"
"DON'T SHOUT AT ME!"
"YOU STARTED SHOUTING FIRST!"
Hermione took several deep breaths while Ron silently glared at her.
"I took the car into the shop today, and they said there's nothing wrong with it."
"Why would there be anything wrong with it?"
"BECAUSE IT'S LOSING PETROL FASTER THAN IT SHOULD BE!"
"WELL, I DON'T KNOW HOW THESE BLOODY MUGGLE THINGS WORK! WHY ARE YOU BLAMING ME?!"
Hermione closed her eyes and counted to ten.
"Honestly, Ronald. Who else would ever touch our car?" Hermione suddenly stopped, looking up quickly at Ron, whose face was bright red. "Maybe I have an idea . . ."
"I don't believe those two! I caught them red-handed!"
"Harry and George! They've been siphoning the petrol out of the car every time I refilled it."
"Those bloody wankers!" Hermione didn't bother to scold Ron for his language. "How are we going to get back at them?"
Hermione laughed. "I told Ginny and Angelina what they did."
It was Ron's turn to laugh. "Brilliant!"
"I'm sorry I blamed you Ron, and I'm sorry I yelled at you." Hermione put her arms around Ron's neck and cuddled up against him. "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"
"Oh, I can think of several things," Ron waggled his eyebrows at Hermione as he bent to kiss her.