Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred and George were sitting on a staircase at 12 Grimmauld Place. It was nearing midnight but none were too tired to admit defeat. There was yet another top secret order meeting taking place and after Mrs Weasley confiscating the twins' extendable ears, the best they could do was listen carefully and hope for the best. After nearly an hour's worth of no success, Harry and Ron decided to leave, going to play exploding snap. Soon after George suggested he and Fred take turns listening until the meeting was over. His twin agreed that it was a fantastic idea. George went to rest first, leaving Fred and Hermione alone.
"Aren't you going to sleep? I promise to pass on anything we hear," Hermione shook her head, suppressing a yawn, she wasn't sure if she trusted the twins with the responsibility just yet. She admitted they had grown up since she met them, but only slightly, and that was mostly in height. A loud clattering could be heard from the meeting downstairs and Fred questioned their position, and pointed out that they were quite visible. But Hermione was one step ahead, for she had made a point of borrowing Harry's invisibility cloak for whoever was left listening last, but deciding it could fit over both of them sitting, she pulled it out, throwing it over herself and Fred. "Don't get too close now, Ronniekins'll get jealous of me, snuggling up with his girlfriend," Fred laughed. Embarrassed, Hermione shifted away slightly before clearing her throat and responding.
"I am not Ron's girlfriend!" She hmphed and folded her arms.
"No need to sound so offended, he's not that bad is he?" Fred grinned, nudging her.
"For your information, I did not sound offended, I simply stated a fact."
"So, what's wrong with him then?"
"Nothing is wrong with him, Frederick. He is just slightly immature is all." Fred shook his head in disgust.
"What's wrong with immature? And compared to some round here, he is quite a goody-two-shoe. I mean, prefect, the horror!"
"Precisely my point, what's wrong with being a prefect? Ron should be honoured." Fred pondered this for a moment, imagining Hermione's initial reaction when the badge fell from her envelope.
"Hey Hermione," She looked up at him, "You tried Percy?" Fred was attacked by fists left right and centre, Hermione pummelling him like a torpedo. Laughing, he caught her fists and beamed down at her. "Joking. Anyway, it's not such a silly idea. Picture it now, you, Percy and your little ginger, bookworm babies, lovely. You can name one after me if you like. As your inspiration and life-designer."
"I hate you."
" You love me."
"Unlikely story."
"Stranger things have happened, Bill managed to get Fleur." Fred put his arm round Hermione, pulling her into a hug, despite her protests. "I say you divorce Percy and come marry me. We could open a joke shop somewhere in... I don't know, Spain? France? Yeah, France."
"I'm afraid I couldn't dream of leaving Percy, he is the love of my life!" She laughed.
"Married to Percy, contemplating leaving him for Fred? I've heard it all now." George stood at the top of the staircase smiling broadly into thin air, unable to see the laughing pair. Hermione threw off the cloak and looked seriously at George.
"You have to promise not to tell him, he would be heartbroken."