Talking Dirty.
Fred and George were up to something. Hermione was sure of it. The twins had spent the entire night huddled in a corner of the common room muttering and snickering. Hermione was worried. When George suddenly started laughing so hard it looked as though he might cry, Hermione knew she had to do something.
"H-h-hey Hermione!" George managed to say as Fred tried to tuck a piece of parchment behind his back.
"What are you planning now?"
" I'm very well thank you Hermione." George replied smirking slightly.
"George..." Hermione's voice held a warning in it.
Fred rolled his eyes "Relax Mione, it's nothing against the rules." He took the parchment back out to show her. "We're trying to create a book within the parchment to help blokes with less confidence than us chat up the birds!"
That stopped Hermione for a second. They may be going about it in their own manner but they were being... helpful? Her worry abated slightly as she looked at the twins.
"Except Freddie here is having a little trouble charming one of the chapters!" George snickered as Fred's ears went slightly red.
Intrigued by the spell work Hermione asked what was wrong with it. Ears going slightly redder, Fred tapped his wand against it and mumbled "Dirty talking."
Chapter 10- Dirty Talking
Compost
Gravel
Grass
Mud
Fertiliser
George was rolling around on the floor laughing this time. Fred was looking a little sheepish. Hermione was stunned. And then she started laughing. Properly full on laughing. The unexpectedness of hearing the true joy coming from Hermione stunned Fred a little, before he too began to laugh. The other Gryffindors in the common room cast a few strange and wary glances at the unlikely trio before deciding they really did not want to know.
A/N : Ok guys this is at present just this little one shot inspired by a text my friend sent me. I'm thinking it may be possible to continue and adapt it into a Fred/Hermione fic? Let me know what you think as always :)