Fred POV

It all started when I first noticed the" bossy know-it-all", as Ron described her. It was when we came back from Egypt and I constantly saw Ron and her fighting over their pets. I definitely noticed her, what with her trademark mass of bushy hair which kept frizzing over when she flew into a rage, which was every day. (You couldn't blame her; this is Ron we're talking about).

There wasn't a time that she was not frazzled, that poor thing. So, being the awesome brother that I was, I decided to play a trick on Ron for her.

I daresay it would go pretty well...

Hermione POV

"FRED WEASLEY! That was NOT funny!" I stormed into my bedroom with the said prankster at my heels. He had decided to prank Ron by sticking cat treats on his door, making Crookshanks howl and scratch at his door. Finally he got sick of it and decided to open the door to let Crookshanks in.

That's when his plan backfired. Unfortunately, I had the luck to be helping Ron with his Potions essay. I raced to the door, opened it and apparently caused a bucket of red paint to fall on the both of us. (Fred thought that would be hilarious) I even had firecrackers in my hair (courtesy of Fred) and we were both covered in glitter (guess who?) And I initially thought I had a chance to talk to Ron properly...

"Come on 'mione, you have to admit that Ickle Ronniekins' reaction was perfect right?" The memory of Ron hopping around the room screaming still lingered in my mind. "That's not an excuse!" I retorted, as my mouth twitched, trying not to smile.

Fred's POV

I smirked, trying not to laugh at her expression. "Hermione Weasley." I said, pointing at her hair. To my surprise, she started blushing and looked down. "Hermione? Are you ok?" She turned away, muttering to herself. 'Weasley...doesn't even treat me as...why...'

Oh. That's right. She had feelings for Ron. How could I forget? Sigh, she was just getting herself into trouble.

"Seriously? Ron?! Of all people? Oh Hermione...I thought you had standards." Her cheeks flushed. "FRED WEASLEY DON'T YOU DARE TELL..." "Chill mione' I won't tell ickle Ronnie. Your secret is safe with me. I swear." "Really?" "Nope!" I grinned and she flipped me over. Man, that girl had muscles. She pinned me to the floor, and flashed me a grin. "Do you want to say no again?" I smiled and shook my head. I could definitely see us being best friends.