I glanced at the clock. 2 AM. I sighed, stirring my tea, the two lumps of sugar refusing to dissolve.

"Hermione?" I turned around at the noise.

"Fred? What are you doing here?"

"Well, you see, 'Mione," He flashed one of his easygoing grins. How can someone be so cute at this ungodly hour? Suddenly, I became self-conscious about my bushier-than-normal hair and my sadly frumpy nightgown. "I do live here. The question is, what are you doing here?"

I rolled my eyes while trying to stifle my yawn. "I couldn't sleep. Ginny likes to kick in her sleep. And since I couldn't kick her back, I didn't know what else to do. So I came here."

Fred strode across the room and took a seat beside me. He looked right into my half-closed eyes, raised his hand inches from my nose and snapped his middle finger against his thumb.

I blinked. "What was that for?"

Fred put on a mock look of exasperation. "Hermione Granger, not being able to do something and not knowing how to do it? Tut, tut. What is this world coming to if Hermione bleeding Granger doesn't know everything?"

I smacked his arm and I couldn't help myself, I giggled. "Technically, I don't know everything. Oh well, it's good to try, right? The capacity to know everything infinitely is called Omniscience, forged from the Latin words omnis meaning "all" and sciens meaning "knowing". There is a distinction between inherent omniscience, which is the ability to know anything that one chooses to know and can be known, and total omniscience, which is actually knowing everything that can be known. I personally thi-"

Fred chuckled. "How can your brain function so properly this early in the morning?"

I raised an eyebrow and flipped my hair like one of those conceited girls in Muggle movies, and sometimes, Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil. "I'm Hermione bleeding Granger."

Fred snorted. "Well of course you are," he leaned in closer with semi-closed eyes and a ghost of a smile. "Anyways, I happen to know the perfect way to fall asleep."

I raised my eyebrows in question. "And what may the perfect remedy to insomnia be, Mr Awake-At-2-AM?"

"Okay, maybe not perfect, but close enough. And if we're giving each other nicknames here, you'll be…" He looked around the room and his eyes landed on my undissolving sugar lumps. "Ms Two Lumps!" He waggled his brows suggestively.

I raised my hand to smack his arm and I missed by a good meter, due to his jumping off of the stool and running to the living room.

"Frederick Gideon Weasley, come back here!" I said, jumping off of my own stool and chasing after him.

He paused, horror-stricken at the use of his full name, and his pause was long enough that I had enough time to push him onto the couch.

He quickly recovered and dragged me onto the couch after him. We fell together, laughing.

"So, what's the perfect way to fall asleep?" I asked after the laughs subsided.

"The perfect way to fall asleep is to talk until you do!" He said exuberantly.

"Uh, alright… what do you want to talk about?"

"Anything, really. Want to play 20 Questions? I think you know it, since it's a muggle game. I heard about it from Dean Thomas."

"Oh yeah, sure. I haven't played this before, so you go first."

"Okay, Ms Two Lumps," I sent him a disapproving look, "If you were able to live anywhere in the world, other than England, where would it be?"

"Australia," I said almost immediately, "I think it's beautiful there, so peaceful, so calm. When I traveled there, I felt so safe and secure.." I drifted off, my mind where the waves were. "Okay, my turn. If you could have any other hair color, what would it be? Not brown, blond or black."

He really took time to consider this. "Electric blue," he said, a goofy smile on his face, "It's my favourite color.

We kept on playing this game until we were well past 20 questions and my eyelids were drooping.

"Okay," Fred said, eyes roaming the room looking for a question, "If you were an alien, which planet would you live on?" His question was met with silence. "'Mione?" He looked down at the now-sleeping figure and he smiled. "Told you." He whispered.

He wrapped his arm around the figure's waist and brought me closer to him. Even in my sleep, I can smell the intoxicating scent of sage.