A/N: Another Hermione x Fred drabble-y ficlet. I was surprised the first time one flowed out, but I'm even more so this second time around. Enjoy! R&R! Thanks! –Mac
Disclaimer: I don't own HP.
Glued At The Hip
Boom!
The sound of an explosion filled Hermione's ears.
She had been manning the front of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes while the twins worked in the back on their latest prototype. When she heard the explosion, she darted from her seat into the workshop. She waved the smoke and debris out of her face and tried to locate Fred and George. She found them in front of what had been their desks, though now reduced to splinters. She cleared her throat and they haphazardly turned around to face her. She assessed the damaged—apart from sooty faces and some hair out of place, the only problem seemed to be that they were now joined at their sides.
"Well, people have always said that we're glued to each other's hip," Fred joked.
"Right you are Fred," George laughed.
Hermione's hands found her lips and she glared at the two with a scowl, "You had better have a way to reverse it."
"Aw, ''Mione, I think it's a right bit of fun, don't you?" Fred replied.
"Yes, it's delightfully funny," Hermione responded flatly, "But you know what else would be a right bit of fun?"
"What?" Fred asked curiously.
"You, sleeping on the couch until you're able to remove your brother from your person," Hermione said and promptly walked out of the workshop, leaving Fred wide-eyed and George cracking up with laughter.