A/N: I'm going to be writing multiple stories at once, whenever I get the inspiration to write each one. I will try to update my Harry Potter stories regularly, and update my Glee stories when inspiration strikes on it. I am sorry to those that have subscribed to my Glee stories.. I need the show to come back before I have the inspiration there. Thanks all!
Disclaimer: Please note, I unfortunately do not own the genius that is Harry Potter. I am just borrowing the characters, and bending them to my will. If I owned it, Sirius, Fred, Remus, and Tonks would not have died. Anyways, on with the story!
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The Weasley twins were making their way to the library in silence, contemplating new pranks. The twins were completely identical at first glance at 5'5", blondish-red hair that went down to their chins in soft locks, and stormy grey eyes that had blue streaks in them. The 3rd year boys dressed in identical clothing so they could fool people easier. The only differences between them being Fred had more freckles on his nose, and George had more freckles on his neck.
When they reached the library, they walked passed Madame Pince, who glared at them in warning. They wandered through the stacks, perusing books, trying to find something that they could use for their inventions. When they reached the Potions section, they saw a young girl surrounded by books.
The girl had curly, bushy brown hair. She was absolutely tiny, her skinny frame was adorned in clothing that was far too big for her. She had slightly buck teeth, and chocolate eyes that were currently glistening from unshed tears. Fred shared a look with his older twin, gesturing to her with his head. George nodded back, and the boys walked over to her table, plopping down in chairs next to her, their arms slinging around the 1st year.
"Hey Hermione," George said, watching as she startled and looked at them in fear.
"Calm down Baby Girl," Fred told her, watching her turn to him, her eyes wide, and the tears threatening to fall. "We're not going to hurt you or prank you."
"We just wanted to know what was wrong?" George asked kindly.
"Nothing," she sniffled, putting her head down as her face turned red. I'm just studying for my Potions essay."
"Do you commonly have tears in your eyes when you study Hermione," Fred asked her, moving his arm around her shoulder. "Seriously though, what's wrong?"
"Uh," she stuttered. "Fred, I… uh…"
"No games Hermione," George told her, his tone comforting.
"Okay, George," she responded, looking up at him. She noted the shocked look on his face. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"How exactly can you tell us apart?" George asked.
"Uh, well," she said shyly. "Fred has more freckles on his nose than you do, and you have more on your neck."
"Damn," Fred whistled. "You've only been here for a couple weeks and you already know that."
"Well yeah," she replied. "When no one likes you, you have more time to study people, and books. It drove me nuts that no one could tell you apart, so I decided to watch you until I could figured out who was who." At this revelation, she turned bright red, and dropped her head again.
"That's really sweet," George said. "I think it's cute that you decided to learn who was who."
"Baby Girl," Fred said, using his fingers to raise her head. "There is nothing to be embarrassed about. We're happy that someone can actually tell us apart. But I'm guessing the first part of that is why you are close to crying."
Hermione sniffled, nodding her head. "I understand why the Slytherins don't like me, I mean, I'm a muggleborn. But everyone else hates me too."
"We don't hate you Hermione," George told her. "We will be your friends too."
"I don't want your pity," she spat at him.
"Uh no," Fred explained. "This isn't pity. You're intelligent, and you could be a lot of help to us."
"How?" she asked.
"Easy," George said. "We could pick your brain and you can help us with our experiments and come up with pranks with us. You could be like the brain behind our operations."
"So you want me to get into trouble?" she mused.
"Not at all," Fred told her. "We will take the fall for everything. You will just help us plan them out. Look Hermione, we want to be friends with you. Not just for your brain. You seem like a sweet girl, and we really do want to be friends with you."
"Okay Fred, George," she agreed with a shy smile. "Can I ask you a question Fred?"
"Of course," he answered her.
"Why do you keep calling me Baby Girl?" she asked.
"Uh," Fred stalled, listening to George snickering across from him. "I don't really know. You're a 1st year, so you're the baby of the school, and you're a girl, so it just fit. Do you want me to stop?"
"No!" she exclaimed quickly, blushing. "I don't mind it."
Fred smiled at her, squeezing her shoulder gently. "Well, now that we got that taken care of, let's go." He pulled her up despite her protests. "Grab the books that you need, not the ones you want, the ones you need, and let's go." Hermione complied, grabbing three of the books that had been around her.
"Where are we going?" she asked him.
"Gryffindor Tower so you can drop those off," George began.
"Then to lunch, where we are meeting up with Lee," Fred finished, grabbing the books from her after she had checked them out. He grabbed her hand with his free hand, pulling her along with them. George grabbed her other hand, swinging their hands between them playfully.
When they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, Hermione whispered, "Fortuna Major." The portrait swung open, and George led them in, his hand still clasped with hers.
"Hey Fred, George," Ron Weasley, the youngest of the boys that had cropped red hair said happily, a puzzled look on his face. The Twins felt Hermione tense between them, the grip she had on their hands tightening. "What are you doing with the know-it-all bookworm?"
Fred glanced down at Hermione who looked like she had been slapped. She was pulling on their hands, trying to get away from them. He tightened his grip, not allowing her to move. "What the bloody hell are you talking about Ronniekins?"
"Her," he replied, gesturing to Hermione. "What are you doing with Granger?"
"What does it look like?" George asked in a hard voice, moving closer to Hermione.
"Looks like you guys are hanging out with her," he answered. "I don't see why. Nobody likes her."
"Exactly who in this room agrees with Ron?" Fred asked pleasantly, his tone having a dangerous undertone. He watched as half of the common room raised their hands. "That's just too bloody bad. You mess with Hermione, and George and I will kick your arses."
The room looked at them gob smacked. "Seriously?" Ron asked, shocked. "You're choosing her over everyone? Over your own brothers?"
"Fred," a soft voice said, causing Fred to look down at her with a questioning glance. "You don't have to do this. I'll be fine. Just let me go, then you can go back to everyone loving you guys."
"Baby girl," he said, causing those gathered in the common room to gasp, shocked at the nickname. "I'm not leaving, and I will let you go long enough for you to put the books and your bag in your dorm. If you aren't back here in 10 minutes, George and I are coming to get you, and we will drag you down to lunch, got it?" Seeing her nod, he hugged her, then released her hand, letting her go upstairs after receiving a hug from George.
After they both watched her walk up the staircase and into her dorm, they turned back to face the rest of the room. "Listen to us, and listen well," George said in a hard voice. "If you mess with Hermione, teasing her, hurting her, picking on her, anything at all that upsets her,"
"You are going to answer to us," Fred finished dangerously. "If she is ever sad because of something one of you did, you will face the full wrath of the Weasly Twins. If she cries, you're dead. We are not joking."
"We are completely and totally serious," George continued. "She is our new best friend, and under our protection. DON'T UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE,"
"MESS WITH OUR GIRL," Fred finished. The group gathered in the room all nodded, scared of the Twins, not used to them being serious. "Good," he said happily, turning back to the staircase when he heard movement. Seeing the girl they were just talking about, he smiled. When she reached them, they both grabbed her hand, pulling her out of the portrait, leading her to the Great Hall.