Honestly, Hermione had thought her classes would be a lot more work, or the tiniest bit boring. Really, the only flaw she could find in this wonderful world was Professor Snape (what went wrong that made that man so horrible?). Well, and the bullies, but Fred, George, and Lee helped her with them. That is, when she came into the common room with red-rimmed eyes, they would tell jokes, and not the intricate ones they usually did either, the simple, easy ones that could never get old; sometimes they'd have muggle jokes!

She had developed a wonderful routine: wake up, eat breakfast with her friends, go to class, eat lunch with friends, go to class, eat dinner with her friends, and eventually wave them off to detention (after a small scolding of course). It was a good system, and her favorite days were when they had detention with Flitwick or one of the more lenient professors; they'd get back at around nine which meant she could stay up and wait for them (they all knew she'd push for ten).

Just like she had expected, school had progressed just like it had back in her world (she still couldn't get used to speaking about it like it was a whole different universe), and, the only good news that didn't involve Fred, George, or Lee, she and Neville had started to talk more. She didn't get to see the boys outside of meals, so she decided to talk to Neville after their first flying lesson.

"I'm sorry that Malfoy can be such a prat, but you shouldn't listen to him Neville; I think you're wonderful," Hermione said, giving him a closed-mouth smile. He looked back at her for a second, confused and scared, before he smiled back, setting them both at ease.

"I, uh, thank you Hermione, I-I think you're wonderful too," Neville stuttered, looking around the commonroom nervously; the two were huddled closely in the corner, their voices lowered.

"Now, now, Longbottom-"

"You wouldn't be putting the moves on-"

"Our Hermione, would you?" It never ceased to amaze her how in synch those two could be; were all twins like that?

"W-what? I'm sorry; I didn't realize that you guys were together, er all three of you?" Neville was turning horribly red, almost a shade to match the Weasley's hair, and Hermione had taken pity on him.

"Don't worry Neville," Hermione sighed with a roll of her eyes; honestly, why did those two have to tease poor Neville like that? "They're just kidding; I'm not in a relationship with either of them, much less both. I don't know what's going on between those two though; they're practically joined at the hip.

"Did our Hermione just tell a joke?"

"At our expense no less?"

"You two do realize that I'm a person, not an object?" Hermione asked, tilting her head to look them in the eyes as she placed her hands on her hips and leaned forward a bit.

"Lord, Georgie, she looks just like Mum, doesn't she?" Fred asked, laughing a bit as he looked to his twin.

"That she does Freddie, rather frightening, isn't it?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "If you two are done being stupid, I'm going to go study," she said, jogging up the staircase. Exams are be soon, well, in a couple of months, but one can never be too ready for a test. The eldest Weasley brother, Percy, is the prefect, so maybe I should ask him if he would help me study. That's preposterous; he has more important things to do.

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School was uneventful in the days leading up to Halloween, that is, if you didn't count Fred and George's mischief night extravaganza; her hair was still sticking up in odd places from the goo. She had planned on ignoring them for a week, maybe just talk to Harry, Ron, and Neville, but then the youngest Weasley brother had to go and ruin that.

"Honestly, it's no wonder why she hasn't got any friends," he laughed to Harry and two other Gryffindor boys. Hermione sucked in a deep breath, trying to hold back tears, and walked past them, her shoulder bumping into Ron's. "What's her problem?" he had the nerve of asking, but by then she was too far gone on an emotional train wreck to care.

In hindsight, it probably wasn't the smartest idea to run into the girl's bathroom alone on Halloween night, crying about being friendless (but that wasn't true, was it? Fred, George, and Lee were still her friends, right?). Maybe a troll coming in was her punishment for being so harsh on Ron, but she didn't think she was in the wrong there; how was he supposed to learn if no one ever taught him right?

"Hermione?!" Someone yelled as they ran into the bathroom, and Hermione hoped for just a split second that it would be the Weasley twins; she had heard around school that they were wonderful Beaters. The troll groaned, so Hermione had to scream again, louder this time, just praying that the person, whoever it was, heard her.

When someone told her to take cover, her brain shut off for her, a new experience that she didn't like, but for once, she went with her gut feeling and it actually did her good. That night, she didn't end up as troll dinner.

"Wow Hermione, I can't believe you just lied to a professor life that!" Ron said in awe, rubbing his stomach as they headed towards the common room.

Hermione rolled her eyes, trying not to overstay her welcome by bumping either of their shoulders. "Honestly Ronald, it wouldn't be fair if you two got blamed for something that I was at fault for."

"Actually Hermione, it was kind of our fault I mean-"

"Oh shut it Harry! Let's just we're all equally at fault or something, and just call me Ron, otherwise you'll sound like our mother."

"You're the third Weasley boy to say something like that to me," Hermione said, absentmindedly running a hand through the bushy mess she called hair.

Ron was about to ask her what she meant, but he was interrupted by the arrival of the Weasley twins. Hermione blushed, thinking back to her previous thoughts. "How's our favorite first year?" The two asked in unison, approaching them as Fred shoved something into the pocket of his worn-in robe.

"Wow, thanks guys! I didn't know you cared that mu-"

"Not you Ronald," George said with a roll of his eyes.

"We're talking about the lovely Miss. Granger," Fred finished, grabbing Hermione's hand and pulling her into the spot between her and George.

She yanked her hand back, pretending like her face wasn't red, and shoved both hands into the pockets of her robe. "I would appreciate if you would not invade my personal space, Fred."

"You can tell them apart?" Ron asked in disbelief, looking between the three.

"Of course I can; can't you?" she said it so easily, as though he was asking her to tell the difference between him and Harry, but to her, he kind of was. "They're different in all sorts of ways, and seeing as you're their brother, I'd have thought you would notice."

"Bloody hell, now she's correcting me on my relationships," Ron muttered.

"I don't think we're ready for that stage with you Ron."

"I didn't mean it that way!"