Times with a Tenacious Team of Tortuous Trouble Makers

AKA Eight Days of the Everlasting, Ever-present, and Ever-Persistent Fred Weasley

They could be the most obnoxious pair of people in the whole entire universe sometimes—or more accurately most of the time—and that was definitely saying something. They were arrogant, boastful, outspoken, and extraordinarily loud. They always had something to say and they always said it. They were rude and honest. It was a sight to see one without the other. They were never without those big stupid grins on their faces. They always had some scheme in their heads just waiting to escape and wreak havoc.

And God, were they persistent.

April 1st

A Day of The Birth of Two Great Pranksters

"Hermione!" The girl being beckoned to turned only to immediately regret the action. It was those two again. She rolled her eyes and continued walking. They were getting on her last nerve! Why couldn't they just leave her alone?

Unfortunately, the long legged, identical—but not quite as identical when one really thought about it—boys passed her by and stopped in front of her. They smirked and stared down at her. Fed up was definitely an understatement. "May I help you?" Why couldn't they just leave her alone?!

Apparently it was possible for their smiles to grow wider. "Do you realize what today is?" George questioned. Honestly, she spent so many days and nights at the Burrow and around the Weasleys, it was damn near impossible to not be able to tell the two apart. Hermione knew what the two were playing at. They were definitely up to something.

"I already gave you your birthday present, George," Hermione huffed, glaring at the ginger headed, smiling boy. She may have had to crane her neck to impossible lengths, but considering the way those two acted, they would always be children at heart. "Boy" was the perfect word to describe either one of the twins. "Immature, impudent, impatient imbeciles" was also a perfect description.

That is, if one didn't know them.

Fred bent over to 'stoop down to her level' as they referred to it. Even if it was getting old, she was still offended. She crossed her arms, rolled her eyes, and glared all at the same time. George proceeded to step behind her as she had a silent staring contest with his brother. He copied her stance with his right hip jutting out, left knee slightly bent, right leg straight, brow furrowed and pout in place. Fred broke eye contact with Hermione to look at his brother and he let out a booming laugh. "What?" Hermione asked, still glaring up at Fred. It was true. The highly intelligent witch was much denser than Mrs. Weasley's Christmas fruit cake. That was saying something. "What's so funny?"

Behind her, George copied Hermione's actions.

Well, sort of.

Mocked was a better way of interpreting his behavior.

George wagged his finger as if reprimanding his brother, crossed his eyes, switching his crossed arms to akimbo, and mouthed nonsense toward Fred. He was aiming to rival an angry McGonagall after she found the complimentary fireworks in her desk, courtesy of Fred and George.

Fred openly laughed at his brother, which made Hermione pivot on her heel toward the show. George, in turn, did a complete three-sixty and crossed his arms to his chest once again. His face was completely serious; his smile from seconds previous had disappeared like Arthur Weasley on cleaning day at the Burrow. He stared Hermione down.

It was then that Fred stuck his index fingers in his mouth, pulled at the corners, and stuck his tongue out in the open. He shook his head and wiggled his tongue. George glanced slightly at Fred but tried his hardest not to let a smile slip.

Hermione, however, was not having fun with these two Weasley boys. Any other pair of Weasleys she could deal with at one time, but the twins could be such pains! "You boys," she emphasized, "are wasting my time. Do you have anything of value to say to me? I'm quite the busy woman, you realize."

"Of course you are, Hermione!" Fred interjected, but not before he released his digits from his mouth and wiping the saliva on his trousers. Normal people didn't smile as often as those two. Then again, there was nothing normal about Fred and George. "Nice present, by the way. Books; how predictable of you."

Hermione rolled her eyes once again. How many times had she done that? She tended to lose count considering all of the stupid things she had to endure from all of the boys in her life. Honestly, she needed girl friends. "There were other parts to the gifts, you freak," she gritted through her teeth. Now she was offended by their sarcasm. "And if you didn't notice, I gave you both completely different gifts. If you don't appreciate them, then give them back. You really don't have to be rude about it." Fred and George lost their smiles for a moment and stood still. She took this moment to escape and stomped away.

She had to admit, she was insulted. Predictable, they had said. It sliced through her chest and stabbed her heart.

Well, that was over exaggerating.

But she was hurt.

"Ah ah ah," a voice reprimanded from behind her. "Not so fast you paranoid and easily offended witch."

Hermione turned around and assumed her angry position. She jutted her right hip out, bent her left leg, and crossed her arm over her chest. Of course, Fred and George expected her action and mimicked her, down to her rolling eyes.

"We loved your gifts, don't get us wrong," George started, half smiling.

Fred finished for George with a slightly evil grin, "But you know what we wanted."

Hermione's eyes widened slightly. Yes, they asked for unconventional gifts. Yes, Hermione had considered giving them said gifts. And yes, Hermione was quite a loony bird for considering it but there was no way in--a very hot place that Hermione was going to give it to them. So she turned her back on them and stomped away once more. She seemed to be doing that a lot.

"Happy birthday, boys!" she called over her shoulder as she walked away. She half expected them to follow her as they had done moments before.

This time around, though, neither redhead chose to be on her heels. Thank God, she thought. Hermione listened closely and heard their retreating footsteps.

She sped off to the library, worried that the pair would pop out of nowhere and pester her once again. Although, usually, the twins would never be caught dead in the library, she was better safe than sorry. Those boys were far from predictable, but the library was always a safe getaway for her.

As she walked to the room of books, her comfort zone, Hermione wondered if she really should give them the birthday present they asked for. It was definitely tempting… But if she did complete the task, how would they act around each other after the fact? She supposed that awkward was the accurate was of putting things, at least on her side. The twins, however, would definitely become more cocky and arrogant than they already were. Feeding their ego was not what she wanted to do at all. So she refused to give them what they wanted.

But that bushy-haired, brown eyed super genius had to wonder…

What if?

There's a green button there just beckoning to be clicked. Humor me.

Give me a reason to continue. :)