A/N: I have serious writer's block on all my other stories. So I wrote this one. The nice thing about this one is that it technically isn't considered an actual story. I could leave it as a one-shot. Or I could add chapters. Each chapter could be the last chapter. Okay, I'm going to let you read the story now…
Disclaimer: Having to admit that I don't own Harry Potter makes me sad…
"Hermione!"
Hermione sighed and put down the book she was reading.
"Hermione!"
"What?" She called.
"Come-" Fred's voice.
"Here!" George's voice.
She went into the living room where she found the twins sitting on the couch, staring at the television remote like it might bite them. Hermione disguised a laugh with a cough. When the twins realized that she was there, they turned to look at her.
"What-" Fred pointed to the television.
"Is-" George pointed at the remote.
"That?" They finished together. Hermione rolled her eyes at their antics.
"I already told you," Hermione stated, her irritation stated clearly in her voice, "that that is a television," She pointed to prove her point, "and that is a remote." She once again pointed.
"Then why did the remote bite me? Explain that." George said holding his left hand. Hermione walked over to him and took his hand. He winced, but let her look at it. Sure enough, there were two marks that clearly looked like something had bit him. Hermione summoned some bandages from the bathroom with a flick of her wand and started wrapping them around her husband's hand.
When she was finished, she glanced at Fred to see what he was thinking. His face betrayed no emotion though, and she looked at George instead, which didn't help at all because he was staring at Fred.
Finally, George said, "What does the thing do?" Hermione knew that "the thing" was George's way of saying "the remote" or "the television".
So while she explained what "the thing" did, she walked over to the remote. She picked it up. It remained still. She glanced at George to see if this was a prank. No, he was looking at the remote fearfully.
"What you scared for, girlie?" A raspy voice said. Hermione glanced down at the remote to see that it had grown a mouth with razor-sharp teeth. She gasped and two identical gasps from different sides of the room told her that the twins had noticed also.
"I ain't gonna bite ya, little missy." The remote continued. "I only bite the people who put my batteries in wrong." Hermione heard George suck in his breath. She glared at him before turning back to the remote.
"So you're saying that if I fix your batteries you won't bite George?" Hermione clarified.
"Yep."
"And as long as anyone who changes your batteries puts them in the right way," Hermione glanced at George who smiled innocently, "you won't bite anyone?"
"Yep."
Hermione turned the remote around in her hands and ripped the cover that protected the batteries off. She quickly flipped the batteries around and put the cover back on. She pressed the power button and the remote sighed happily before going silent. She placed the remote on the coffee table and started giggling. She knew that she only had seconds before she burst out laughing, so she quickly placed a kiss on both Fred and George's cheek and practically ran from the room. Once she was in the master bedroom she burst out laughing, sinking onto the bed. Why she married those men she will never know…
A/N: I know there might be some confusion about this so let me clarify.
Hermione married both Fred and George.
Fred and George were trying to use the TV when the remote bit George.
Also, please vote on whether you want who are you to be Ron/Hermione or Draco/Hermione. Or if you feel like she should be with someone besides Draco or Ron then PM me and I'll consider your suggestion.