She was perfect. Too perfect. And somehow that's what made Fred Weasley like her so much. To her face, the twins, naturally, pretended to absolutely loathe her tattle-tale nature, but Fred secretly thought it was rather cute.

When Fred and George had been paying first-years to test their WWW products, she had threatened to write to their mother, just to get them to stop. She had apparently been concerned for the first-year's well-being. Fred had been absolutely mortified at first, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized she would never really tell on them. She knew that it was too cruel a punishment for so petty a crime.

Then there had been the time Fred and George had pretended to seriously be considering fastening a first-year to the wall with a permanent sticking charm. They had never really meant to, of course. They just wanted to scare the kid into giving back their WWW box. They could have taken it by force, but scaring little kids was fun, and the chance was too tempting. She, of course, had been absolutely seething. She had threatened to go straight to Dumbledore this time, but the twins shrugged it off, completely unconvinced.

"If you really wanted to peach on us," Fred had said at the time. "you'd have done it years ago." She had just given an exasperated little sigh, which Fred thought was absolutely adorable, and stalked off to antagonize Ron and Harry.

But somehow, Fred knew that all she had ever really meant by her threats was a simple, 'please stop now.' She wasn't really trying to be a stick in the mud. (though it sure seemed like it at times.) She was just concerned, nervous. Perhaps even scared at times of what might unfold if the twins weren't chided.

It was somehow as if she wanted to protect them from getting into trouble they couldn't handle. She wanted them to stay safe, but she would still allow them to have their fun. And somehow.. it made Fred smile to think that she cared enough to see that he was disciplined for his actions. Maybe she just wanted to make sure they didn't do anything they couldn't fix.

She cared.

Fred smiled as he sat there, on the steps, looking across the courtyard at Harry, Ron and Hermione. George sat beside him, eyeing his twin doubtfully.

"You like her, don't you?" George accused after a few minutes silence.

"I care about her. . .yeah."