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Dinner seemed to take forever for Hermione. Every time she would reach for something, it seemed one of the twins felt the need to reach for the same thing, and she felt her cheeks flush when their hands would brush against hers. Of course she knew it was on purpose on both their parts. They were trying to get to her. She was convinced that whichever one she kissed had told the other one and now they were both working to make her uncomfortable. She waited for someone to get up so she would have an excuse to leave the space between the twins.

"Quidditch anyone?" Ginny beamed as she stood the boy smiled wide and nodded. "You'll play, right Hermione?" Ginny raised her eyebrows expectantly.

"I don't know," she bit her lip frowning. "I'm rubbish. You know that."

"Come on, Hermione," George grinned at her as he put an arm around her shoulders. "You, me and Fred against Harry, Ginny and Ron."

She felt her cheeks flush at his touch. She breathed in deep before she finally nodded. She couldn't tell them she didn't want to play because she didn't want to be around them. Then she'd have to admit to everyone that she had kissed one of the twins. That was not a conversation she felt like having. Besides, she needed to figure out which one she had kissed before she did anything. She had to talk to him; to explain that it was all a mistake.

"You three are in for it," Ginny laughed as she raced from the table and grabbed her coat and scarf along with Hermione's. Hermione was suddenly yanked from her seat as Ginny grabbed her hand and pulled her outside.

The cold hit her like a slap in the face. It wad been so warm in the burrow. She was suddenly wishing she had decided against playing. She stood and watched as Harry and Ron raced over to Ginny and the three headed to one side of the field. She found herself standing alone, and quite uncomfortable. Usually it was her and Harry against Ron and Ginny. Now she had no idea what she was going to do. She had never played on the team with the twins. While she had seen them play many times, she certainly didn't have the same flow they did. She was sure she couldn't anticipate their moves as she could with Harry.

"You going to stand there all day or are you going to come get your broom?" she heard one of the twins call after her. She turned around to find them both already on theirs, laughing. "Stop looking all nervous. No one's going to tease you. We've heard how bad you are," he teased as they circled around above her. She frowned but picked up a broom and got on. Soon she was level with the twins, despite being a bit shaky. She hadn't thought to wear gloves and the cold nipped at her fingers. This was going to be an all around miserable experience. She could feel it.

She was right. By the end of the game, the score was close, no thanks to her, but they had lost. She had expected the twins to be irritated with her, as she was certain she was the reason they had lost, but they simply patted her on the back and said 'We'll get them next time'. One of them, she suspected it was Fred by his coat, had even told her she wasn't that bad. With a little practice, she could be a decent chaser. Her cheeks had gone red at the remark, since she knew she was awful. But she had sure appreciated the sentiment.

When they got back to the house, everyone raced to the bathroom. All of them were sweaty and a bit muddy, since it had started raining halfway through the game. She had never understood how you could get muddy in a game you weren't even on the ground until she had played. She had a new admiration for Harry and the Weasleys after playing. When she reached the room she shared with Ginny, she stripped out of her dirty clothes and into a t shirt and pants. Since she knew there was no doubt a line for the bathroom, she at least didn't want to dirty the house Molly always worked so hard at keeping clean.

She laid down in her bed and started reading one of the many books she had brought with her. When Ginny finally arrived back in he bedroom, she was nearly asleep. How could she be tired when she had slept all day? "I'm going to go make some cocoa. Would you like some?"

Ginny shook her head. "I think I'm going to get some sleep," she yawned. She knew Ginny was always extra tired after quidditch, as she always gave everything she had, even if she was just playing for fun. For Ginny, she had something to prove to her brothers.

Hermione nodded and quietly stepped out of the room and made her way down the stairs. Most of the lights in the house were extinguished now, as almost everyone had headed to their rooms. Though it wasn't too late, it was late enough. Once she had washed up and made her cocoa, she sat next to the dimly lit fire that was slowly burning itself out. While it was still alive though, it illuminated the room in moving shadows. The undulations reminded her of the ocean. She would have loved to be on a beach.

"Can't sleep?" she heard the voice of one of the twins as he hopped over the couch and took a seat next to her. When she shook her head, he smiled. "Me neither. Never can after quidditch. It gets me too wound up. Of course, for most people, it's the opposite effect."

"I guess I can understand that," she replied, sipping from her mug. "Listen, this is kind of embarrassing but-"

"Don't worry," he interrupted. "You're secret is safe with me," he smiled.

She gave a small smile. "Well good," she nodded once. She wasn't sure if she wanted to ask if he was the one who had kissed her. But when she looked into his eyes, she knew he wasn't. "It wasn't you," she said quietly, entirely for her own benefit.

He laughed. "Right you are Miss Granger."

"George?" She asked, almost certain she was correct. George always had a more innocent look to his eyes. She should have realized it instantly when she was outside. But she had been consumed by her own feelings, she hadn't stopped to fully pay attention before she had run off. It had caught her by such surprise.

"You'd love to know wouldn't you?" he grinned, much to her annoyance.