When Harry Potter had started dating Ginny Weasley it had all been a bit of a blur. The kiss that seemed to have ignited their relationship had been sudden, brief and before the eyes of the whole of Gryffindor common room. There had been some speculation that the couple had been influenced by Butterbeer, but, then again, who had been known to get tipsy from Butterbeer? Another rumour that had unfolded was that it had all been a bet for Ginny's often-to-be-seen-gambling twin brothers, Fred and George. They had, of course, made a joke over the whole thing and soon that particular conjecture had passed.

People grew to accept the relationship and, in time, Harry and Ginny became Hogwarts' golden couple. Even Ron had learnt to maintain any ill-feeling when he had to watch them acting as couples do, and Romilda Vane – one of Harry's hugest admirers and a rather sickly fangirl – strode past the couple one evening with a radiant smile plastered on her face. The only person who could not help but be miserable about the relationship was the person who acted least so: Hermione Granger.

The evening Harry had grabbed Ginny in that dratted kiss, Hermione had felt nothing but shock and numb disbelief. Even now, one month on, the whole business was still getting her down.

It was a rather blustery night and Hermione was sat alone at a table in the common room, trying to catch up with Charms homework. The room was quite empty, but for the Weasley twins, who were sat in an opposite corner, shooting Hermione shrewd looks every so often. Harry and Ginny had kissed goodnight and departed earlier, and a rather irritable Ron had followed not long after.

'Hermione?'

With a barely-suppressed yawn, Hermione looked up and met the identical faces of Fred and George, who were standing over her. 'Hmm?'

The twins exchanged looks. 'Well, we've been getting some vibes recently ¬'

'- not good vibes ¬'

'- not at all¬'

'- so, just out of sheer curiosity ¬'

'- well, nosiness¬'

'- we were wondering¬'

'- if you like Harry?'

Hermione took a moment to digest this. The twins were both wearing rather satisfied smirks; smirks which worried her. What vibes were they talking about? Had they been picking up on the fact that she had been down ever since Harry and Ginny had started going out? She felt a blush creeping into her cheeks and Fred gave a snort of laughter. 'Come on, don't try and hide. We can hardly fail to notice, you know. Underneath it all, George and I are actually pretty good at reading people.'

'Speak for yourself,' said George, 'I haven't forgotten the McGonagall incident...'

Feeling it best not to ask about the "McGonagall incident", Hermione focused on answering the twin's question. 'Well, of course I like Harry. He's my best friend.'

'Not what our sources tell us,' replied Fred, lowering an eyebrow in mock disapproval.

'Sources?' queried Hermione.

Fred waved a hand and said airily, 'we have them. No, the point is, do you fancy Harry?'

'F-fancy?' Hermione repeated, stuttering over the word. She willed herself not to go even redder. How could Fred and George have known? Was she genuinely that obvious? Or where they, as Fred put it, just "good at reading people"? Either way, her only way out of it was lying. 'No, of course I don't.'

'Now, now, Hermione,' said George, he too wearing a mock-stern expression, 'you were never that great at lying.'

'Out with it, Granger,' said Fred.

Hermione considered her options for a minute. She could completely deny what the twins were saying or she could just ... tell them? But if she told them, then what? Would they make a fool of her in front of Harry? Would they tell Ginny? Would they tell Ron?

'I don't fancy Harry, that's the truth!' Hermione answered abruptly.

'She's not getting it, George,' sighed Fred, turning to his brother.

'No,' George agreed with a shake of his head, 'she doesn't realise we're only trying to help her get Harry.'

Hermione's heart flipped. 'W-what?'

'Now she's listening,' smirked George.

'What do you mean, "help me get Harry"? Are you or are you not the brothers of his girlfriend?'

'We are,' Fred and George said together.

Hermione rubbed her temples wearily. 'Well then ... why are you helping me?'

With a sigh, Fred replied, 'put it this way, Hermione. Our sources have informed us that we are doing more than one favour with getting you two together.'

When Hermione made to interrupt, Fred raised a hand to silence her. 'Just trust us, alright?' He tipped her a wink before repeating the old line, 'ask us no questions and we'll tell you no lies.'

A/N: You like? ;D please leave a review and I'll be very happy. It's a bit different to what I usually do so bear with me.