It had been a shock to the wizarding world when the great genius Hermione Granger, who had after graduating her seventh year top of her class, decided to accept a job at the WWW. It had actually made the fourth page of the Prophet, truly a scandal. Once it came out a few weeks later that Hermione was involved with the older twin the rumours flew faster than a Firebolt. Instead of realising they were both war heroes the Prophet labelled them as the 'Babbitty Rabbitty And Her Cackling Prankster.'

Hermione had been furious at the papers judgemental comments, but she knew better then to let it get to her. Thankfully Fred was able to talk her round to a logical conclusion, they were just trying to sell their useless newspaper.

"Gorgeous, you are much too smart to read the stupid Prophet," Fred smiled kissing his girlfriend and throwing the prophet off the table.

"I work at a joke shop," Hermione critiqued Fred's statement.

"No, you are a paid researcher," Fred corrected, "you don't even work on any pranks."

"But still!" Hermione protested.

"Don't worry about it! Just think what the Prophet will be writing when they hear about all the amazing things you are going to invent! You haven't even been here a month and you have nearly perfected the wolfsbane inoculation that will last for four years!"

"That is true, I am kind of brilliant aren't I?" Hermione smiled, before Fred kissed her again, nodding as he did so, "yes you are."

"I am going to miss you while you are away," Hermione said softly, "why can't you apparate home and visit?"

"We talked about this Hermione, you will be fine. We can't apparated as the local wizards find it disrespectful; it is only for two weeks." Fred insisted reassuringly.

Yes Fred had explained this all to her before but it still felt weird, the Ministry didn't like UK wizards travelling in foreign lands that don't not have similar customs to their own. It was for this reason George was required to impersonate Fred while he was away.

Hermione pouted, how did she get such a great boyfriend, he was petty or possessive, he gave her this great job with huge amounts of funding to research whatever she wanted. "I'll miss you Fred Weasley."

"And I you," he relied in a snotty mocking voice, before returning to his normal cheery tones. "Don't miss me just yet, we have another..." He paused to look at his watch, 6:30pm, "Fifteen and a half hours. We are having dinner with George tonight, then the whole night together before I head of tomorrow morning."

Having worked with the twins for almost a month now and been dating Fred for almost ten weeks, she had of course spent time with George, but it had always been at work or when she saw him in the apartment she shared with his brother. She normally spent a three or four nights there each, since neither of them felt comfortable spending quality time together in the apartment Hermione shared with Ginny.

The evening went well, the food was amazing and it was nice spending time with both of the twins, they were a team now, it was important that they were getting along so well. She hadn't talked to George about the 'Fred impersonating' thing yet, but Fred assured her George was fine with it. Hermione wasn't quite sure how she felt about it yet, it didn't bother her, but she still wasn't comfortable with it.

Fred was heading out the front door when he awoke Hermione, "don't get up," he whispered, "I will see you in two weeks."

He kissed her gently before quickly exiting the room, Hermione hit her pillow, she had missed him before he had even left the room. What was wrong with her?

Hermione got dressed and made her way down to work to find George already there, "morning."

"Morning," She replied sombrely before mentally slapping herself. It wasn't George's fault that she was missing Fred.

She kept to herself out back for most of the day, on her break she spent time with one of the twins patented day dream potions. It normally made her feel better but today it made her tenser, as in the dream she was eating at the twin's apartment and the boys kept swapping seats. In her dream she was continuously confused, the potion definitely needed some work. Even though it wasn't how she had planned to spend her afternoon, given the circumstances she thought it was necessary to work on the product.

She didn't see George that afternoon until he came out the back to inform her that he was heading back to the apartment for the night, "I will see you tomorrow?"

"Actually, Fred and I have a standing reservation at Sofia's," Hermione said, she and Fred had loved the little Italian restaurant in Diagon Alley. "It is in a bit over an hour."

"I'll go shower then," George smiled, he had forgotten about his brothers weekly date night.

"Well don't you look lovely." George stated in a Fred like fashion.

"Very good," Hermione complimented, "shall we?"

George smiled linking arms with the beautiful woman, it seemed stupid that he had to have her on his arm to fully appreciate how beautiful she was. It was a force of habit he guessed... Whenever one of his brothers got a girlfriend George consciously made them ugly in his mind. It was easy with Hermione as he really only ever saw her when she was young at school, or now at work where she wore conservative robes. But now in this simple figure hugging black cocktail dress George could appreciate how attractive she was.

Hermione took the lead and apparated to Sofia's side entrance, the standing table was around the corner from most other patrons. This area was much quieter then out the front, there was also the occasional celebrity there as well.

George was himself for most of the evening, although when a waiter walked past George would say something loudly in a Fred-like manner. The alcohol definitely helped with the super confident Fred persona, they had both drunk enough to make them very joyful, but not enough for them to forget about tonight's purpose.

"Let's get out of here gorgeous," George said loudly as he placed twenty gallons on the table. He escorted out of the restaurant. "Have a good evening Mr Weasley and Miss Granger." The waiter said with a nod.

Before they got to the front door Hermione spun around so she was now facing George, she hugged him so she could whisper in his ear, "Your hands should be getting lower at this moment."

Hermione giggled to disguise this one way conversation, George disentwined his arm from hers and placed them low on her waist. "And now you have to kiss me," Hermione instructed.

George willingly did as he was told, he knew if the ministry found out where his brother was they would all be in trouble. It wasn't illegal exactly, it just wouldn't be helpful for their relationship with the ministry if they knew. George kissed her gently, but when Hermione grabbed his shoulder roughly, he remembered he was suppose to be his brother. George immediately became more forceful, dragging Hermione towards the door as he kissed her. Once outside the jogged around the corner.

"Very convincing," Hermione laughed at the theatrics.

"I guess you had better be getting home then," George said quietly, his hands were still on her waist.

Hermione bit her lip.

"What?" George laughed.

"It's date night, I never go home on date night. It will be a dead giveaway something is up." Hermione said truthfully.

"The twintastic apartment it is then," George smiled before apparating the pair back to his place.

When they arrived in the Weasley's lounge room Hermione was firmly against George's chest.

"There are no prying eyes here Hermione," George said simply, they were home now. The show was over.

Hermione knew it was wrong on so many levels before she even did it, she whispered, "I know." Before pulling her boyfriends twin closer and kissing him. Now that they were truly alone George could be himself. Where Fred would have controlled and forced the kiss, George let Hermione set the pace and he followed her lead.

Fred had told George before he left that he needed to pretend to be him, but he was pretty sure those instructions didn't include this. Before George even knew what had happened Hermione had taken his shirt off and he was now lying on the couch with the gorgeous brunette straddling him. She momentarily stopped kissing his neck and collar bone in order to sit up and pull her dress over her head in one swift motion.

Hey guys,

I hope you like the start of this story. Early warning I am busy for the next few weeks so I won't update much if at all, but after that it is holidays =)

Holidays = fanfiction I hope you enjoyed... This chapter was meant to be a little disjointed and awkward, then next should flow more rhythmically =)