Hermione can't quite understand. And that's quite the statement, considering it's Hermione Granger.

She's never been a hopeless romantic or anything, never been a pro when it comes to matters of the heart, but surely she must have made a mistake in her calculations. There was no way one person could love two people at the same time. She doesn't believe in soul mates, but she also doesn't believe that a heart can be pulled in two different directions.

Then how was it that she found herself in a predicament like this; in love with two people who are not only related, but TWINS!

Hermione can't get her head around it. Because really? Fred and George Weasley? No good can come from it. The middle of her fifth year was when she started to notice her shift in feelings for the two red-heads.

It was around the time that she actually bothered to note the differences between the two.

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Sitting in the library one day with her nose in a book, she heard the clearing of a throat. Rolling her eyes at being interrupted, she looked up and met striking blue eyes. "George? What is it?"

The twin smirked. "Sorry my dear, but you're wrong. It's the funnier, more handsome twin."

She's always been able to get them right, but she was too aggravated to even bother trying. Hermione waved her hand impatiently. "Okay Fred; now what do you want?"

Fred plopped down in the seat in front of her, to her dismay. She was just getting into her book and he just had to interrupt...

She placed the book on the table and prepared herself. "I need help with something." Her eyebrows rose.

"You see, me and George were planning-"

"I'm not going to help you further corrupt the first years, Fred! What are you two planning now? You know how I feel about those blasted candies that you're constantly brewing up and-"

Fred's freckled hand stopped her from talking any further. She had an irresistible urge to bite down on it, but knew that it be immature. He smiled good naturally.

"It's to get back at Umbridge. I need some help with some spells that I can't seem to get right." He said that last part with a little bit of bitterness. Hermione could tell that it wounded his pride to ask for help and to admit that he was having trouble.

It took a lot of convincing from his part until she begrudgingly agreed to help him. She really didn't want to be a part of his prank, but the way he talked to her about Umbridge's dictatorship empowered her to want to do something to help. She had no doubt, judging from the way he talked with drive and intensity, that he could have talked her into anything.

They spent the next several hours going over spell after spell; her thick book lay forgotten on the table. She was rather surprised at how much effort Fred was putting into his and George's plan.

He told her about their idea to open up a shop after leaving school, and although she disagreed with the idea rather vehemently, she couldn't help but be moved by the passionate way he talked about it all.

She'd never known he was so driven and determined. George tried very hard at things too, but he could deal with disappointments that Fred could never allow. Fred was quick to pick up the spells, but got angry when he would get one wrong. She could see how impatient he was, but could tell how important this was to him.

It encouraged her and made her want to do something substantial. Like jump up and work on S.P.E.W.

"So, where is George? Why isn't he here too?" She asked him in between spells.

"He's off somewhere doing who-knows-what. He's got the spells down pat so he didn't feel the need to come with me even though I begged him to." Hermione could detect a sense of hurt in his words, but she chose not to comment on it. She'd always thought it was George who needed Fred more, but she was mistaken.

Every few minutes Fred would look around the room, as if searching for his missing twin. She knew that they depended on each other, but she never thought Fred was the one who constantly needed his twin's prescence.

Her heart warmed at the sight; it was rather sweet, especially since it was Fred who was never known for his pleasantness.

After he was sure he could get the spells right, he ruffled her hair and gave her a lingering kiss on her cheek. Her cheeks burned where his lips were and he grinned invitingly. She felt her heart skip a beat, but she mock glared at him and picked up her book where she left it. His loud laugh echoed around the room, but when she looked back up, he was gone.

That was the moment she first started to fall for Fred Weasley.

That night-

She sat in the Gryffindor common room touching up her Potions essay. It was late and she was the last one in the room. She knew she should get some sleep. but she also knew that her essay wasn't quite perfect yet.

She heard someone tumble into the common room and her head snapped up. The twin smiled at her after righting himself and, like earlier that day, plopped into the seat across form her. "'Ello Granger; what are you up to at this hour?"

She raised her essay as answer, and continued to edit it. It only lasted several minutes before Fred's patience thinned. "Stop doing homework! You're boring me."

She huffed at him and kept her head down. Next thing she knew, the parchment was slipped from under her hand. She jumped up and tried to grab the paper in vain from Fred's outstretched arm. It sailed way over her and she knew she'd never be able to reach it.

He guffawed, "Damn Granger, you're so short!"

"Give it back!" She made a pathetic grab for it, but she knew it was no use.

"I will...on one condition."

"What?"

She noticed the dangerous smirk he was giving her."Kiss me."

Her face turned a bright shade of red. He was suddenly all too close and she couldn't catch her breath and bloody hell why was it so hot in here?

She pulled out her wand and accio'd her essay into her hand. She stomped up the stairs toward the girls' dormitories with his obnoxious laugh following her.

That night, she dreamed of mischievous blue eyes and a booming laugh that escaped from pale pink lips. She dreamed of rough kisses that were sure to be as passionate and wild as its giver, and as the receiver, she begged for more.

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Later the next day, Hermione was walking down the hall when she saw George sitting on a bench beside a crying second year. The little boy clutched his own hand which was bleeding. Hermione felt her blood boil; she knew it was from the crazy discipline that Umbridge was now infamous for.

She watched as George comforted the boy in a soft tone and an arm around him. She'd never known how kind hearted George was and how much he cared about people, even towards this young boy who was a stranger to him.

She suspected he would act the same with anyone who was in need, much in the same way she would. She melted at the sight and surprised the two by sitting on the other side of the kid.

"Hi there," she said in a calming voice. "I think I have just the thing for you." The two boys watched in curiosity as she pulled a small bowl from her book bag. She uncovered it and grabbed the boy's trembling, hurt hand. She placed it gently in the bowl and the boy hissed at the sting.

After several seconds, the burn of his cuts began to cool and he smiled back at her tentatively. "Thank you." George grinned at the boy and squeezed his shoulder.

"You're going to feel better in no time buddy! If anyone knows how to work magic, it's 'Mione!" His warm smiled made something in her stomach flutter and she beamed at his praise.

"Ehem." All three froze and turned in unison to the pink woman in front of them. Umbridge.

"Miss Granger, it is against the rules to reward the bad at this school." Her squeaky voice raked on Hermione's nerves. Her beady little eyes looked pointedly at the bowl that still held the boy's hand and lay in her lap.

She opened her mouth to retort back, but George beat her to the punch.

"Actually, that was my fault ma'am. I gave him the potion." Hermione looked at him in shock, but George only looked at the small woman earnestly.

But underneath that gaze, Hermione could see the roiling that was going on. There was anger and a malicious glint that she knew meant that he was thinking about his and Fred's plan.

"Well, you know what that means Weasley. Detention in my office. Eight o'clock, sharp." She gave one last glare to the cowering boy and George tightened his grip around the boy's shoulders with a protective look on his face. And in a flurry of pink, she waddled off. Hermione shook her head in disbelief.

That was pretty noble of him. Hermione tried to shake the familiar feelings that she'd felt with Fred yesterday.

"You didn't have to do that."

"I know, but I wanted to. Don't worry about it, but I think I'm going to need your potion tonight after detention." He winked at her and Hermione couldn't help but compare his eyes to the blue sky on a warm, summer day.

They were flecked with warm hues and greatly differed from his twin's icy baby blues.

With a wave to Hermione and the quiet boy, he walked off with his hands deep in his pockets. She watched him go and noted his relaxed gait.

That was the moment she first started to fall for George Weasley.

Later that night-

Hermione sat in the common room alone. It was late and she was getting worried. Finally, the portrait swung out to reveal a haggard looking George. He slumped onto the couch next to the Hermione and allowed her to place his hand in a bowl that held her potion.

Although his face held shadows and he had bags under his eyes, he smiled at her gratefully. For the first time, she noticed the sweeter, softer demeanor George held over Fred.

"This feels great 'Mione! Any way that you could teach me how to make this?" He laughed and she reveled in its airiness and softness.

Hermione went over the difficult procedure that she knew would've frustrated Fred, but George nodded at everything she said and told her that it would be no problem to make himself.

He stood up from the couch and she mirrored his actions. He put the bowl on the table and then threw his arms around her. Hermione was shocked and couldn't move.

"Thanks for your help." He whispered into her ear; the warm air tickled her neck and she held in a shudder. He kissed her chastely on the forehead. He pulled back and gave her one smile before disappearing into the boy's dormitory.

That night, she had a dream similar to the night before. But instead of cold blue eyes, she dreamed of a twinkling laugh and slow, deep kisses that left her breathless.

The next morning, she knew. She was screwed. How was all of this possible? She thought maybe it was because they were twins, but she knew that that wasn't it.

Fred is like fire and ice. He could be cold and distant at times, but is passionate in his work. He is dangerous and makes her feel on edge and out of control. She never knows what he is going to do next and it frustrates her. She doesn't know if his next move will burn her or warm her. He is a whirlwind of emotions and he can sweep her up and spit her out leaving her in the middle of no where. He is risky and it excites her.

George, on the other hand, is like the sky and the ocean. He is warm and sweet and protective. He is the ocean's waves; rocking her in a sea of bliss. He is considerate and as gentle as a warm breeze. But the sea can also be dangerous, pulling you under into its depths if you dare endanger an innocent with eyes that could change into flashes of thunder and lightning. His honest chivalrousness pulls at her heart strings and calls to her.

She knows now that there are no rules when it comes to love. It is possible to love two people at once.

Whether she likes it or not, she is being pulled under and cannot control it.

She is hooked.

Had this on my mind and it wouldn't leave until I started typing. Not great at all, but please review