It wasn't a normal day when Miss Hermione Jean Granger left her dormitories without trailing a bag of books behind her. Today was not a normal day. Hermione bounded down the stairs with her best female friend, Ginny.
"...And so he decided to-" Ginny stopped short after realizing Hermione was not longer listening to her thrilling Quidditch story. "Uhh, Hermione? Hello? What are you staring...?" Again, she stopped. Following Hermione's gaze, she saw her eyes land on a group of boys. "Ohhh! Which lucky wizard's caught your eye?" Ginny asked. By now she was standing on her tip toes trying to put a name to each of the boys. This was no easy task considering the fact that they all wore their Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry uniforms and ropes. Suddenly, the boys shifted showing three heads of red hair. Ginny gasped. She now recognized her three older brothers Fred, George, and Ron Weasley, along with Hermione's best friend and Ginny's long term crush, Harry Potter. Of course when there's Fred and George there's always Lee Jordan, their best friend, and a trail of giggling girls.
"You were saying, Ginny?" Hermione asked, coming out of her recent state of admiration. She again began walking to the Portrait Hole, intending to get something for lunch.
"I was saying," Ginny started, "which lucky wizard has caught your eye?" She followed Hermione out of the Gryffindor Common Room and into the now deserted corridor.
"Er... No. I meant before that."
"Doesn't matter, it was Quidditch. Now, answer the question. Who do you like?" It was so like Ginny to push and pry into Hermione's business. Of course, Hermione didn't mind usually, but she found this particular subject a bit touchy...
"Did my ears deceive me? Does Miss Hermione Granger like someone?" A mysterious voice questioned. Both girls jumped and spun around to see Fred, George, and Lee all standing just outside the Portrait smirking.
"Fantastic! See what you do, Ginny?" Hermione muttered accusingly. She attempted to fight the blush that was creeping up her neck.
"Well? Who is the lucky bloke?" George asked, crossing his arms.
Fred's POV
'Who could she like? Please, please, please let it be a rumor!' I pleaded in my mind. Since when had I become so infatuated with the know-it-all bookworm? Why am I praying to anyone and everyone that she liked me? Why did I want to talk to her and make her laugh, just to hear her melodic voice? Why were there so many 'Why?'s in my life?
"C'mon, Hermione. Lunch awaits!" Ginny said. Suppose she didn't plan on giving the boys their answer. How could she not know how desperate I was?
Lee, George, and I watched them walk away down the corridor. Well, Lee and George watched them. I watched Hermione.
"Wotcher, Fred. You're going to start drooling," Lee laughed as George teased his twin brotherly, earning a nice glare from me.
"Please. As if that isn't how you look at Alicia," Lee joked, saying Alicia's name in a sing-song voice. George muttered something inaudibly and decided it best to go get lunch at the Great Hall. Behind his back, I gave Lee an approving high-five.