Fred and George are pickpockets, Hermione is too smart for them.

It was cloudy.

It looked like it would rain soon, and furthermore it looked like it would completely pour down when it did. Hermione wasn't looking forward to this. Her hair was usually a mess, but when wet it merely frizzed up more. And she'd forgotten that damned rubber duck umbrella she'd gotten for her birthday.

She simply tugged her blazer tighter around her body and hurried along, shoes clicking along the pavement. She was only a few minutes from the garage, where her car waited for her. Her own personal dry haven. But then whatever higher power there was decided to be cruel.

It started trickling, then, just as quickly, started pouring. She yelped, ready to scurry to the nearest shelter when an arm wrapped around her waist and the downpour stopped. A bright purple and orange striped umbrella was above her head. "You okay?" he asked, over the patter of the rain, and she nodded, shivering. "Yeah, thanks." She muttered, turning to look at him, and blushing. For one, his arm was still wrapped around her, pulling her to him so they both fit under the umbrella. For another, he was attractive, which wasn't helping the situation.

"It's not a problem. Saving the damsel in distress is just one of my many hobbies."

She laughed, "Do this often, then?" she teased.

"Nah, only on the weekends."

"But its Thursday." She retorted easily, eyebrow cocked,

He laughed, "I made an exception for such a pretty face." The redhead flirted, and she shook her head,

"Now you're just taking advantage of my need for shelter."

"Ah, apologies, maiden. Couldn't help myself."

Hermione suddenly cocked her head, "Well, kind sir, please enlighten me as to why you keep looking over my shoulder at something?" she asked, smirking, beginning to turn around.

Fred panicked, eyes widening as she turned towards his twin. So he grabbed her face and kissed her. His lips clashed against hers, causing her to stiffen. He waited for a tense moment, but she didn't pull away, so he began gently moving his lips against hers. Suddenly, as quickly as the kiss began, she relaxed against him, following along with the redhead in a burst of spontaneity. But as soon as he tried to deepen the kiss she pulled back. "Give me back my wallet."

Fred gaped, blinking at her. She knew what he was doing the entire time?

A grin quirked her lips, and she held out a hand. George sighed, plunking the object into her palm with a harrumph. She wasn't even startled at the mirror image to her snogging partner right next to her. Then with another grin, she grabbed the umbrella out of Fred's hands and dashed towards her car.

Later, when going to pull out a 5 for lunch, a folded note fell out along with it. 10 digits scrawled messily along lined notebook paper shone up at her when she unfolded it.

Well, at least her life wasn't boring.

I don't know how I feel about writing Hermione, to be honest. I don't know if I got her character right. I guess I'm a bit rusty, huh?

Well, if you liked it drop a comment in the box, if you feel like it, and I'll be publishing with, hopefully, more frequency soon. Have a great day guys!