A/N: Nota one-shot. I can't guarantee regular updates, but this is not going to be a single chapter endeavor. I hope all y'all like. Sorry the first installment is so short. Just as heads up, the basic outline for this fic was inspired by Say Something by Great Big World. You've been warned. I'll keep it as light as possible, but I also apologize in advance.

J.K. Rowling owns all the things. Reviews are appreciated.

Fred watched as the young witch beamed with the hat's announcement. Her bushy hair bounced around her shoulders as she nearly danced to an open spot on the bench. Her eyes shown as they scanned the table, the blush of excitement darkening for a moment as she caught him grinning her way.

George nudged him and he leaned into his brother. "What do you think, Gred? She gonna be worth our time?" She rolled her eyes with an annoyed scowl as the new Malfoy brat smirked with the hats quick proclamation of his house.

"Oh, yeah, Forge. I wanna keep a eye close on that one."

George's eyebrows furrowed for a moment as he considered his twin. "Really? She's a wee ickle firstie."

Fred shrugged and winked at her over his goblet of pumpkin juice. Hers eyes widened in momentary shock at having been caught staring before she lowered her head over her plate. The twins snickered and clinked glasses before turning they're attention back to their fellow quidditch mates and Lee.

"Oi," and Angelina shoved Fred's arm off her shoulder before pointing toward the first years filing into the common room. "I heard your brother getting harassed by that curly haired one on the train. She teased him into trying some bogus charm you lot gave him."

"Oh, the one to turn Scabbers yellow?"

Fred's mind had been sufficiently distracted from the new students when he made the delightful discovery that Angelina had undergone some developments over the summer holiday. Now he was lazily draping his arms around her at random intervals, and letting her playfully shove him off. George and he now shared similar smirks as the boy in question glared at his Perfect brother, Percy.

"Blimey," they said in perfect unison as they watched the boys and girls separate to go to their separate dormitories.

"He'll believe anything, the git."

The bushy haired girl, Hermione Granger, pivoted on her axis at the entrance to stairs to take in the room, again. She caught Fred and George eyeing her and raised her chin in a challenge. Angelina made a sound of faux shock.

"That one's got cheek!" She whacked Fred on the arm. "You two nubs better not be thinking of anything. Let them get settled at least. Besides, you heard Wood. He's already in a fit over upcoming quidditch trials. He would murder you, right out, if you lot got detention right at the start of term."

"Oh, don't worry, Ang."

"That's just Fred's new girl."

She raised an inquisitive brow and leaned away from him. "You're my bird, tho."

"She's just his girl."

"There's a difference," and they smiled matching smiles as their voices sounded as one. "Trust us?"

She made a very rude noise and rolled her eyes. "You two don't have the sense of blugger between you. Good luck with that. I'm calling it a night."

They shrugged and turned their attention to Lee. "This years goal is toilet seats. We promised our kid sister one."

"We're kids."

Fred waived him off and George signed. "Oh, Lee. We're third years."

"Leagues beyond kid status."

Lee snorted and followed them up to the dorms. "Right, practically adults."

"Exactly."

A good month passed, with an influx of rumours about the new bright witch in Gryffindor house. Malicious words and spiteful hisses moved amongst the classes and the tables in the great hall. What shocked the twins most was their very own first years.

"She's a nightmare!" Fred watched as she shoved her way through the boys, making her presence known. "It's no wonder she hasn't got any friends."

Fred and George swooped down on Harry and Ron as they broke apart from the other snickering first year boys. Harry, for his part, was observing Ron with a look of exasperation. Something told Fred he had a good handle on what the girl might be feeling.

"I think she heard you." His tone was sarcastic as Ron sent him a scornful look while rubbing the shoulder she'd checked on her way passed.

"Shut up, Harry."

"You should really apologise."

Both boys turned at the sound of the twins scolding them. "Yeah? How do you figure that?"

"Teachers are already talking about her."

"Apparently she's brilliant."

Ron's eyes squinted at them reproachfully. "Yeah? And how would you know?"

"We have our sources."

Ron gave them a rude gesture and pulled Harry along. "Detention isn't a source, bloody prats." They made their way toward the common room, Fred and George contemplating following them. "Sod off."

They shrugged and eyed the girls and Lee as they walked across the courtyard. "Should probably let them figure it out, eh Gred."

"Harry'll get Ron on track, Forge."

They were shocked when MacGonagall questioned them involving the troll. "You really think we could get a troll in here, Professor?"

She pursed her lips. "Honest. We wouldn't handle something that large."

"We're in the business of handling much smaller livestock."

She looked between them and sighed. "Yes. True. It's far too dangerous, even for you two." She dismissed them with a tired waive of her hand. "You should go check on your brother. He was in the bathroom with Miss Granger and Mr. Potter when the attack took place."

Fred paled and turned a wide eyed gaze on his brother. "The three of them were attacked?"

"Wouldn't have been a girl's toilet, would it?"

She shooed them with threats of detention for breaking curfew. They made quick strides to the common room. Hermione was saying good night to the boys as they arrived. Fred made sure to give her a quick assessment before shifting his attention to Harry and his brother.

"Blimey, I'm always shocked at how small they are."

"Right you are, brother mine."

"Wouldn't believe they took on a troll, would you Fred?"

"Right, again, George. The little ruffians."

They jumped at the sound of the older boys so close. "They hell are you two doing here?"

"Oi, ickle Ronniekins, watch your language."

"And your toilet antic."

They leaned over, using their height to unsettle him, and asked, "what would mother say?"

Ron bristled, and with a slight tremor in his voice, challenged them. "You wouldn't. Would you?"

They considered. "Only if you be nicer to your bird."

Ron blushed and Harry coughed nervously. "She's not my bird!"

Fred winked and pushed passed them, George at his side. "Right. You'll be saying otherwise come 5th year."

When they were out of ear shot George had his own go at Fred. "Or will that be you?"

"I told you, Angelina is my bird." Fred raised his hands as if holding something to his chest. "She's developed these things called breasts. Quite suddenly, actually. I find them intriguing."

"They are that." There was an undertone to George's voice that made Fred pause. "Oh, I'm just agreeing. We're twins. Of course if you find her breasts fascinating, I would notice, too."

"Right."

Fred let it drop. He was too busy trying to figure out the Ron, Harry and Hermione situation. It could be interesting, or he could end up wanting strangle youngest Weasley boy.

The pleasant surprise was ickle Harry being a brilliant seeker. Granted he almost fell to his death his first game, but was miraculously able to stabilize himself and catch the snitch almost immediately following Snape and Quarrel causing a commotion. They soon noticed the shouts of "fire" and Hermione miraculously reappearing by they're brother's side, quite breathless.

"I think you're right, Fred."

"Definitely going to keep a close eye on that lot, George."

Fred and George, in between pranks and product development, watched the trio as they fumbled around the school that year. Angelina, fortunately for Fred, found amusement in his constant distractions during broom cupboard visits when he would hear them in the hall. She found it endearing, he found it frustrating. Sure they were an amusing lot and got up to a fair bit of mischief, but he couldn't quite figure out why he was so interested. George was always equally stumped when the question was posed to him.

They took the micky out of Percy when they could. He would shout about being a Perfect, and become even more outraged by their blasé reactions. It wasn't enough to fully distract from the increasingly life threatening activities they were randomly spying the three youngsters getting into.

The disappointment of losing the Quidditch Cup almost over shadowed the fact that the little hooligans had been attacked at the end of term. Considering Quarrel was missing, though, they didn't believe the tale Dumbledore spun about it being an accident. At least, not entirely. So they weren't really surprised when it was revealed, through gossip circuits amongst the great hall and common rooms, that Quarrel was in fact a nutter and had attacked the "golden trio."

"Mum will tan his hide." They fiddled idly with the toilet seats in their hands as they watched the recently released boy find his way back to the hospital wing, Hermione in tow. "Hmm. Quidditch, Fred."

His lips tugged into a smirk as he locked eyes with the young witch. "Right you are, George."

"Hey, Granger." She paused on her way into the infirmary, hesitant to engage them. "What happened during that game when Harry almost fell off his broom?"

George slid an inquisitive glance her way, lightly hitting Fred in the arm with the seat in his hand. "That's right. What did happen?"

"I remember Snape being very focused-"

"-you disappearing-"

"-he and Quarrel panicking about a fire-"

"-and you reappearing." They finished together, arms crossed and eyeing her. "Wanna explain that, eh?"

She took them in, eyes flicking over their smirks, height advantage and settling on the toilet seats in they're hands. "If you forget what you saw, I'll help you get those off the grounds. Or wherever you're putting them. I'm assuming it involves something with Percy, since you think he's a prat."

They both considered the seats. "Actually, they're for our sister. Well, one was for Harry-"

"- but we got rejected by Madam Pomfrey. Now we want to owl them to Ginny, but can't quite make out how with out Filch catching us."

She nodded slowly. "I help you get them out, and you forget I went missing during quidditch."

Fred smirked and moved forward to loom over her, taking an odd delight in her quick step back in response. "Actually, Ginny does only need the one."

"And Percy is a prat. Help us get one off to our sister-"

"-and prank Percy-"

They both stood over her then, chorusing, "and you have a deal."

And so Percy had a toilet magically tied to tug after him for the last week of school. Hermione would blush, but still cover her mouth to hide her smirk whenever she would see him. The twins took full credit, at great protest.

"As if we would."

"Potty humour, that is."

They were pleased to see that their git of a younger brother had gotten his act together and befriended the girl. Harry they had no concerns about. At least, until they arrived home to find their little sister half smitten with him thanks to Ron's stories he'd owl'd over the year.