Night- Wanderings
George Weasley walked into the Gryffindor common room, his arms full of food. He looked around the room just be sure, though he didn't suspect anyone of being up at midnight, and even if they were, why would they be in the common room?
He started toward the boys' dormitory where his twin brother, Fred, was waiting for him. For them, this was a normal thing, for everyone always said, that when looking for any Weasley boy 'first search the nearest place with food, if they're not there, then try the pitch'. He was nearly to the stairs when he heard someone mumble, "Idiot."
Quickly he spun around, temporarily forgetting about the food and nearly dropping it all. Still he didn't see anyone, thinking he must have imagined it, George turned to go back up to his room. But then he heard it again, only this time it said, "Gotta stop 'im."
Knowing that he hadn't imagined it this time, he carefully turned around and went to the couch, maybe someone was just hiding from him. When he looked over the back he was shocked to see a little Miss Know-It-All. "Bloody hell, Hermione. I thought someone was after me. You're not going to tell, are you?" he asked her.
She didn't answer and George realized that she was fast asleep. He shrugged and once again started up the other way, but finally deciding that he couldn't just leave her there, he placed all the food an a desk tried to wake her up. "Hermione, Hermione, come on, wake up," he said, gently shaking her shoulder.
But she only turned and continued to sleep. George raked his brain for an idea, he could leave her here, she'd yell at him in the morning if he did, and an angry Hermione was not a pretty sight, he could yell, but he'd have the entire house up if he did. An idea popped into his head, he snuck around to the front of the couch and picked the girl up.
He began to toss her up and down a bit, as though she were a pillow or such. She's as light as a pillow, George thought. At last, she woke up, and practically screamed when she realized what he was doing. George shook his head and said, "Be quiet, everyone's still asleep."
"How in the world did you get in here?" she asked.
"Through the portrait hole, of course. How else?" he answered.
Hermione looked around and discovered that she wasn't in her dormitory. "Why are you here? And at this hour?" she questioned, looking at the clock.
"I could ask you the same question."
She replied, "I was just thinking."
George shrugged. "I was getting some food. What were you thinking about?"
"Nothing, George."
George asked, "How is it that you can tell us apart? Not even our mother can tell which is which."
"Now if I told you, it wouldn't be my secret anymore, would it?"
"Worried about the new school year? Because I'm sure you're going to do wonderfully."
Instead of taking the compliment, Hermoine shook her head and inquired, "Why is it that that's all people ever think I think about?"
"Because— wait a minute, what was the question? Without all the thats and thinks."
Hermione sighed. "Why is it that everyone believes I only think about school?"
"Oh. Why is it that everyone believes I only think about jokes and pranks?"
"Because that's all you ever do think about," she answered as if he was a four year-old.
"I know that, I was just wondering why people believe that's the only thing I think about," he replied. Then he added, "And in answer to your question, because all you ever seem to do is study."
"That's not true, I do other things."
"Really? And what have you ever done that was really, really fun and completely pointless? Without Harry or Ron or anyone else forcing you to?" When Hermione didn't answer, George continued, "Exactly, you've got to learn to have more fun."
"Tell me, how is it that you can perform all your jokes and still good marks?" she asked, trying to turn the conversation on him.
"Easy, some of us actually have some confidence in our intelligence and don't try to learn everything for 'just in case'."
"It doesn't hurt to know a few extra things."
"It does when that all you do. Don't get mad at me, Hermione, it's just like Mum always says, 'Don't ask a question you don't want to know the answer to'." With that George made his way over to the desk and picked up the food again, leaving a plate of brownies on the table. "I'm going to my room, have some brownies and think about it. Goodnight."
Hermione waited until he was gone before walking over to the table and getting the plate. She asked herself, "Since when did one of the Weasley twins become so mature?" But what overpowered her curiosity was her will to prove him wrong, and she had just the plan to do it.