Author's Note: I'm not the only one who caught the vibe between Hermione and the Weasley twins during the GoF movie, was I? Good. That's why I wrote this. I don't know if I want to continue this, and if I do, if I should take it seriously or make a parody out of it. In any case, let me know what you think, good or bad. I'm all for concrit.
Disclaimer: I don't make any claim to Harry Potter or anything associated with it. Not being JK Rowling and all
Hermione was alone in the common room when Fred and George returned from the Hospital Wing after the hours spent there, reversing the ill effects of their experiment and resulting fight. She was sitting at one of the tables near the fireplace, nose in the books open in front of her as always, but she looked up as they came in and rolled her eyes at their proud grins as they came through the portrait hole.
Seeing she was the only person left to witness their triumphant return, the twins made a beeline for the table she had taken over and sat down, one on each side of her. She staunchly tried to continue concentrating on her study material, but they wouldn't let her.
"Alright, so the aging potion didn't work as we had hoped," Fred, or was it George, admitted on her right. Hermione roller her eyes again.
"Well that much is obvious," she retorted, trying once again to return to her studying, but the twin to her left reached over and flicked the book directly in front of her shut. Hermione's head snapped up and she glared at the offending party, who merely grinned back at her.
"You see, we've decided something," George, it must be George; there was the freckle beside his right eye Ginny had pointed out, told her.
"We think we may be lacking an integral part of our experiment planning and execution," Fred continued for his brother.
"Other than common sense or a respect for any rules, I assume," Hermione added dryly.
"Naturally," George continued, leaning disturbingly close, and placing one of his large hands a bit higher on her leg than she would normally be comfortable with. Her breathing quickened even more when Fred mirrored his brother's actions on her other side.
In unison, with one speaking in each ear so it sounded like they were everywhere, they whispered, "We need you."