Hermione closed the door behind her and shook her head, feeling the warmth rise in her cheeks. How could she have thought they would both be in here? How could she have let the thought escape her lips? What will George think of her?

As each question entered her mind, only to be quickly replaced by another, she felt her anxiety grow. Finally, she shook her head sharply from side to side to get the questions to stop. She determined, as she always did, to simply come up with a logical explanation.

She did her best thinking in the shower, so she removed her robe and hung it on a hook along the wall. She stepped into the shower/tub combo, pulling the curtain closed behind her, and turned the knobs to create a comfortably warm waterfall in which to bathe. At least he hadn't used all the hot water.

She tried to think of an explanation for her question, couldn't stop her thoughts from wandering to his body. She hadn't seen everything, thanks to his quick Quidditch reflexes, but she had never been so close to his bare chest before. It made her mind wander to thoughts of what was under the towel and if his twin had the same chiseled features. Another quick shake of her head, flinging water from wall to curtain and floor to ceiling, "I must stop this," she told herself aloud, "I'm with Ron."

George entered his bedroom, still thinking of her exposed skin, and began to dress himself. He was deep in thought, imagining what the robe was covering, when he was pelted in the back of the head with a rolled up, dirty sock.

"Hey, Georgie! Can you hear me?" his brother shouted.

George shushed his twin, "No need to wake the entire house, Fred."

"Well I've been trying to get your attention for the past ten minutes, but you were somewhere else. What's got your thoughts so far away?"

"Her legs," he mumbled, more to himself than to Fred.

"Her legs? Whose legs?" Fred demanded. "Don't make me beat it out of you," he threatened, getting into a fighting stance, and smiling.

"Like you could," George countered, but knew better than to keep secrets from his twin. "Hermione's legs," he stated.

Fred stuttered out "Hermione's legs?" before continuing, "What do you mean Hermione's legs!? What were you doing with her legs, George? She's with Ron…our brother, remember?"

George saw the steam building in his brother's mind. Fred was always quick to speak and slow to listen. "Calm down, I know she's with Ron and I wasn't doing anything with her legs!" he explained, "Well, except admiring the view. Have you ever seen them Fred? I never realized how long they are before…" he trailed off, lost in thought again.

Fred crossed the room and snapped his fingers in front of George's face a few times. He didn't want to admit that he had thought of them before, had thought of her like that before. "It doesn't matter what she looks like, George, or how much you want to touch her; she's with Ron. She's not an option," he stated matter-of-factly.

"Fred, who said anything about touching?" George responded with a smirk.

"Shut up and explain yourself, you git!"

George described their run-in outside the bathroom and both of them laughed at the thought of Hermione's embarrassment. They had never pranked her directly before, sensing that she might take it personally and not having any reason to personally offend her. They both refused to admit they were slightly afraid of how she would hex them if they did, but instead began discussing how they could best use this to their advantage, passing the time before breakfast.

Twenty minutes later, "Breakfast is ready," Molly Weasley said with her wand pointed to her throat, making sure she was heard in each room of the house without shouting.

Hermione and Ginny left their room, chatting back and forth, and headed downstairs along with everyone else. Hermione hadn't shared the news of her encounter with George with his sister. She didn't think Ginny would want to hear how she had used the water's warmth and pressure to relieve the sexual tension that was building inside her as thoughts of Fred and George refused to leave her alone.

Outwardly she was gossiping about Lavender Brown's latest escapades, but inwardly she was determined not to let the twins get the better of her. She knew George would tell Fred, and didn't mind that so much as the thought of how they would use this against her. The only defense against them was to see it coming and cut it off before they got started.

Hermione and Ginny joined the others at the large, eclectic dining table, taking seats next to each other and across from Harry and Ron, each person smiling at their counterpart. She saw Fred and George out of the corner of her eye, each already digging into a large stack of pancakes. They hadn't even seemed to notice she was there.

They had noticed, but they had waited. Their carefully laid out plan would only work if she hadn't told anyone, and they didn't have that information yet. As soon as they witnessed her casual conversation with Ginny, her gentle smile towards Ron, and the lack of dirty glares from their siblings, they knew she had kept it to herself.

They high-fived each other under the table and knew the game was on.

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- Geo