George was busy cleaning up their newly purchased store space in Diagon Alley, when he heard a soft tap on the window. His lips curved into a lopsided smirk when he noticed the Hogwarts owl.

He was uncharacteristically anxious to receive a response from Miss Granger, which his twin thoroughly teased him for, but it was all in good fun.

Fred was just in time, barging down the narrow set of stairs that was leading up to their apartment, his face turning suspiciously merry at the sight of the bird.

"Oi, brother of mine!" He grinned at his twin. "Did your love letter get a response?" He asked, trying to school his features into an air of seriousness, but at the sight of George's expression he completely lost it and ended up laughing boisterously.

George was staring at his twin, spluttering in indignation, when the owl tapped on the glass window more forcefully to be noticed and finally be relieved from its duties.

"It is certainly not a love letter." He raised an eyebrow and mirrored Fred's expression. "You are the one writing love notes to a certain Miss Johnson, don't think I didn't notice." He teased cheekily, feeling content at the bright blush colouring his other half's face. "Oi, I wish I had a mirror, so you could look at your face! It's as red as your hair." He laughed and that made Fred run back upstairs, most likely to check out the offensive colour on his person.

He eventually let the owl inside and untied the neatly rolled up parchment from its leg. The owl made a disappointed noise, nipped his arm in frustration and flew out.

"Ow." George exclaimed and rubbed the red spot the bird left on his pale skin. "That was one rude owl." He mumbled and made his way towards the counter and sat on top of it, unfolding the parchment that had a particular smell he could swear he smelled somewhere before.

"Dear Mr. Weasley,

Let me begin with an assertion of astonishment at receiving an owl post from your person. From our less than cordial exchanges, I have assumed that I was persona non grata with the mischievous troublemakers of Gryffindor House.

Colour me surprised!

After some thinking over the matter, I have come to the conclusion that I ought to assist you in your endeavor, as you and your family deserve to know how your loved ones are doing, although I would much prefer if the personal details would come from their person. I would like to respect their privacy.

You and your brother certainly have the affinity for dramatics. The whole student body of Hogwarts and even most of the faculty was impressed with your explosive performance at driving Umbridge desperate with the desire to punish you. I would rather not touch on the matter of you two ruining my exam, because I am displeased with the lost opportunity to prove myself.

I am not surprised that Harry, Ron and Ginny have sent order forms for your products. No matter how much I try, I do not seem to have any influence over them, however my frustration with their behaviour is your business' gain I suppose. I cannot help but wonder though, how is Harry the benefactor of your enterprise?

I have noticed the pale blue fireworks in the shape of an otter, indeed, but I had no clue that it was done to acknowledge my person. Not to slight the kindness of the gesture and the ingenuity of the product, I would like to express my sincere gratitude and my begrudging respect to your spectacular charmwork. However, I do have a question about this strange occurrence. Why an otter? How did you know that my Patronus takes on that shape?

While I cannot condone the act of pranking, and my personality is not exactly the most welcoming to that kind of humour, I am aware that most students are, and in these trying times, everyone could do with some laughter. Furthermore, I always believed that you and your brother are rather clever. Even I am able to recognize the work and creativity that goes into the creation of your chaotic products that you are unleashing on the unsuspecting world.

Oh dear Merlin, what have I done? I can just imagine those annoying smirks forming on your faces at the fact that I have just acknowledged your work. Rest assured, I had no intention of feeding your ego! There is absolutely no need to be grinning like a Cheshire cat...

I must agree, I was aware that my antics have amused you. However, I was not amused when you fed your Skiving Snackboxes to first years. For Merlin's sake, Mr. Weasley, you were experimenting on eleven year old children. Do you understand how irresponsible and dangerous that was?

As aforementioned above, I will assist you in telling you about your family, as long as I am not sworn to secrecy and my sense of right and wrong is not wavering with the information.

Ronald is not pleasant to be around. He keeps offending me over the most trivial of things. Sometimes I wonder if he is only 'friendly' towards me, because of my friendship with Harry. They are tight as thieves, but when it comes to me, he only really seems to keep me around for my coursework. Otherwise, as far as I am aware he is doing alright.

I apologize for writing that about your brother, it was probably inappropiate of me.

As for Ginevra, she is currently becoming very friendly with Mr. Corner. I am not sure how they are getting on, but I have not seen her so cheerful in a while. Although, I do have a slight suspicion that, may a certain emerald-eyed wizard pay her the slightest of attention, she would be absolutely delighted.

I must thank thee for your interest in Harry's and my well-being as well, but this 'wild-haired Lady' must not bore you with the insignificant details about her person.

As for my best friend, he has not been doing well lately. Harry seems to get paler by the day, and his scar has been frequently bothering him. If I may be so bold as to admit something, I am incredibly worried about his well-being and mental health. He has been behaving in an odd manner and I cannot help the feeling that come June, we will be running towards the face of danger once more.

I hope this letter finds you and your family in good health.

Best regards,

Hermione J. Granger

P.S.: Your owl is beautiful, and she seemed to get along with me just fine. I have supplied her with the owl treats I keep around for Hedwig and the school owls.

P. P.S.: May I ask what the 'F.' in your name stands for?"

"What's a Cheshire cat?" Asked his twin's voice, startling George, as he realized he was peeking over his shoulder the whole time.

"I have no idea." He said and turned to his twin. "Why are you spying the contents of my letter?" He quipped with a playful raise of his brow. They were both aware it was a joke, as they literally shared everything with each other, they had no secrets between them.

"Because it's my duty to be nosy." He grinned and looked thoughtful for a moment. "I had no idea that Miss Granger had any sort of respect for us and our line of interests." He said quietly.

His twin nodded. He was as surprised as Fred was. It made his heart fill with joy that the bright witch called them clever, but it did not surprise either of them that she chastised them for experimenting on firsties and ruining her exam.

That was such Granger logic.

"Well, let's get back to work, I will reply to this later." He said. He wanted to think about the contents and he knew that he wouldn't have any privacy with Fred around right now, so they got back to cleaning the store and setting up their Potions Lab.

A/N: My goodness. It is so much fun to write this story. I am hoping I did the interaction between the twins justice. I would like to thank you guys for the reviews, favourites and follows that I have received since last night, it surprised me that the reaction was so positive, I am elated! I hope you will have as much fun reading this, as I had writing it. :) Please don't be shy to share your thoughts in a review, they lighten my day. Thank you!

Oops. Accidentally deleted the chapter, when I just wanted to modify a few words, so I am uploading it once more. I apologize for the inconvenience!