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Hermione was sitting on one of the wide window-sills of the Gryffindor Tower, looking outside of the marble framed windows, when she noticed something in the distance.
She blinked a few times and pressed her face against the cold glass surface.
The muggleborn witch had let out an involuntary chuckle at the flying phenomenon making their way towards her. It was the most peculiar owl she had ever seen.
The bird was small in size with comically long ears considering its density. The colour of their feathers was the softest of pale blues imaginable, with white and blue freckles dotted around its beak and its piercing icy blue coloured eyes. As the tiny creature flew closer, she discovered that those freckles indulged the whole body of the owl.
Hermione smiled and opened the window to let the little feathered animal in.
"Do you have something for me?" She asked and the owl ruffled up their feathers in obvious frustration, that made her feel like it was asking 'Would I be here otherwise?'.
She blushed slightly for the obvious lack of her normal logic and untied the scroll from the bird's leg, looking at it thoughtfully.
The parchment felt soft to the touch and it looked like high quality stationary. The handwriting was cursive, but it didn't look familiar to her, so she slowly unrolled it and guided her eyes over the content.
"Dear Miss Granger,
I hope you would permit me to do some correspondence with your person, in the hopes of assisting me with a problem of a certain kind.
As you know, me and my much less handsome counterpart have recently fled Hogwarts to establish the foundations of our practical joke emporium.
We were delighted to receive dozens and dozens of owls with filled out order forms for our Weasleys' Wildfire Whiz-bangs and other odds and ends. Some of it were from our own kin, Ron and Ginny, and to no surprise from our generous benefactor, Mr. Potter himself.
I hope you enjoyed the showcase of our brilliance at the hour of your exams and took notice of a certain aquatic being, as a compliment of acknowledgement of our favourite Prefect. Which reminds me to ponder the possibility of you taking our future business location by storm and protesting against the indignity of putting our merchandise on the market.
I have to admit, that thought makes me and my partner in scheming glory snicker. We have always been quite tickled to get a reaction out of you, but I believe you were well aware of that.
Anyhow, I best get to the point.
I would like to humbly ask you to keep me and my brother updated on the happenings in Hogwarts and of the well-being of our brother and sister. Apart from writing to our mother once a week, neither of them are too keen on letting the family know about any development in their lives.
With our familial connections being a priority, we would also like to inquire about Your and Mr. Potter's circumstances as well. Harry Potter attracts quite a lot of trouble and we know that when he is in danger, You, my wild-haired Lady, are right in the middle of the incidents as well.
It would be a disservice to our acquaintance and our curiosity to be kept in the dark.
I shall bid you adieu and leave you to your musings.
Waiting with bated breath,
George F. Weasley
P.S.: This feathered wonder is my owl, Naia. I must warn you, she is rather eccentric. Please give her a treat before letting her make the long journey home. I bid thou many thanks for that in advance."
When she finished reading, her chocolate coloured eyes were wide and expressive surprise was reflected in them. Never in a million years would she have imagined that one of the Weasley twins would ask her permission to exchange letters with her.
Furthermore, the manner in which he constructed his request blew her mind. It was very formal, polite and old-fashioned. It went against everything she believed to be true about him and his brother, but it delighted her.
Hermione was fascinated.
She stood up and turned towards Naia. "I will be right back with a treat for you." She said and the female owl looked at her like she understood.
The witch made her way towards her room and picked up the box she kept her treats in for Hedwig and the school owls. On second thought, she went and gathered some fresh parchment, ink and a quill, so she could respond to George's letter, and returned to the Common Room.
"Here you go, thank you for the delivery." She smiled and the owl bobbed her head and for a moment ruffled her feathered wings against her. After that she took the treat in her beak and flew away.
Hermione shook her head and made her way towards her favourite couch to compose a reply.
A/N: My guilty pleasure is reading Hermione/Weasley twins stories. Those pairings make my heart flutter with the wings of a million butterflies. Furthermore, my favourite twin is undoubtedly George, but I adore Fred as well. This story idea just popped into my head today, so instead of writing a chapter to my Harmony story, I figured I would write this, before I forget. I am not sure how often I will update, but we will see. I hope from the bottom of my heart that I sparked your interests and that you enjoyed reading this. I would be delighted if you let me know your thoughts in a review. Thank you for your time!