Fred stood beside Hermione and gave her a mischievous grin before swallowing the contents of the Polyjuice potion. Somewhat suspiciously she downed hers as well. She waited for the unpleasant itching and burning under her skin to stop. Her eyesight was terrible so a copy of Harry's glasses was the first item she reached for. Looking over she saw Fred, or at least she thought it was him, stripping off his clothes. She blushed at the sight of Harry's boxer-clad body. She had know idea he was in such good shape. She removed her own clothes and started to dress again. After she pulled a shirt down over her abdomen a hand caught her elbow and tugged her to an abandoned room.

"Hermione?" Harry asked her, looking her up and down.

"Yes." Harry leered at her and she gasped. "Fred?"

"Yup." He grabbed her waist and pulled her close. His lips smashed down onto hers and she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer. He moaned deeply into her mouth when her tongue entered his. A hand groped at her flat chest.

"Oh yeah, forgot." Fred rubbed his hand down her chest past her belly and onto a bulge that it took her moment to understand why it was there.

"Oh!" Fred smothered her cry with his lips again. Suddenly, a second set of hands rubbed over her arse before pulling her back against another strong body. She and Fred broke apart for a moment to see Harry standing behind her, his hands rubbing her stomach. "Harry?"

"Guess again." He smirked at them.

"George." Fred grinned at his twin.

"Mmhmm." George turned Hermione's face towards his own and kissed her deeply. Two sets of hands caressed her, running underneath her shirt and opening her pants.

"Hey!" A fourth Harry burst in, looking furious. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Harry?"

"Of course it's me! Who else would I be?"

"Um, well I doubt you're Fleur, but you could be Ron."

"Or Dung."

"Well, I'm not!"

"Well what do you want then?"

"I want you to stop!" His eyes were large and he was slightly green.

"Fine." Fred dropped his hands away. "We'll leave Hermione alone."

"Hermione?" They all nodded. "That's not Hermione."

"Yes it is." The two Harry's on the outside rolled their eyes at Harry's ignorance.

"No. It's not. She's out there with the rest of us looking for the twins and Dung." He gestured vaguely in the direction of the kitchen.

"Dung?" Fred's stomach lurched. He turned to the Harry between him and his brother, to see him smirking.

"Boys." He winked at them and made a break for the kitchen. The twins ran for the bathroom and started gargling toothpaste, using their fingers to brush their teeth. Harry made his way back to the kitchen where he found one of his clones leaning against the table with thoroughly disheveled hair. "How'd they take it?"

"Not too bad. That was brilliant, Hermione. How'd you know they'd corner you like that."

"Easy." She snorted. "Heard them talking about it yesterday." She grinned at Harry and went to find the others.