I am so sorry for the delay with this chapter. I have 9 other stories that need updating and 4 requests I am working on as well as trying to work on some original stuff. It's honestly kind of nice being so busy but holiday season is coming which means I also have Christmas presents to work on. Who knew knitting a scarf takes so much damn time? Anyway!

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Ginny was staring at Hermione like she had grown an extra head.

"What do you mean you think you slept at my brothers'?"

"I think my neighbors are your brothers. I'm not positive of course. I suppose it's perfectly possible that there are other ginger twins." Though not with that smile.

"You slept at Fred and George's?" Ginny nearly screamed in her shock. "Does this have something to do with you getting locked out last night?"

"It has everything to do with my being locked out last night! You're brothers are the reason behind a terrible, if not the worst, night of my life." Hermione hissed out with a frown.

Ginny smirked. "Worse than the time you snuck out with Ron and Harry to see if the neighbors dog was guarding treasure and fell into a pond and got tangled in seaweed?"

"Yes. No. Possibly." She rested her head in her hands. She went through her night in explicit detail. Ginny listened and tried to smother her laughter behind her sandwich. Hermione threw a chip at her and laughed when it got caught in her fiery hair. "Ginny. I was late to class. This is no laughing matter."

"You don't think anything is funny."

"That's not true. Jokes are funny. Clean and wholesome jokes are funny. Getting locked out in your pajamas and spending the night at a stranger's apartment is not funny."

"But they aren't strangers! They're family."

"Until last night we've never met." Which was surprising considering how much time Hermione had spent over at the Weasley's home during her youth. She had actually hurt her mother's feelings at one point when she said she would rather have dinner at Molly's. Her mother had burst into tears and Hermione had spent the next week dragging her mother into bookstores and museums until her mother insisted she go back. Molly was a second mother to Hermione and had been welcomed into the family as easily as Harry. She had honestly thought she had met all of Ron and Ginny's siblings. It was shocking to learn so many years later that there were two more.

"You'll enjoy having them around eventually." Ginny said off handedly as she finished her food.

"I sincerely doubt that."

"They'll do you good, 'Mione. You need some fun in your life."

Ginny and Hermione spent a few more minutes chatting and planning when to meet up again before they parted ways. Hermione watched her friend leave with a sigh. Ginny was so rarely wrong but Hermione couldn't imagine liking her neighbors after last night. She liked her room because it was the right size, the right location and peaceful. How was she supposed to get anything done with neighbors like that?

She walked into work in a daze. She had finally moved past the craze of the previous night and was now focusing on the test she had taken. She tried to remember each question and her answers. She cursed herself for not remembering everything. She clocked in while pondering how much her grade would lower. She had the highest grade in the class so it should be okay. But what if it wasn't. She spent the rest of her shift at the bookstore reading and helping customers and trying to remember the test questions. By the time she got off work she had convinced herself that she had failed it completely.

Her mind was so occupied that she did not notice one of the twins coming out of their building. She was mumbling to herself and looking for her keys when she ran into a warm wall in a sweater that's knit was all too familiar. In fact, her sweater was the exact same shade of deep green. The only difference was that there was a yellow H on her sweater and the F in front of her was very large and very white. She looked up with startled honey eyes.

"Well hello, Duckie. No need to tackle me. I was going to say hello anyway." He said looking down at her with playful blue eyes.

"Fred." She replied almost shakily. She didn't like how easily he made her lose balance.

"You remembered my name." He looked surprised but pleased.

"Well, I did just have lunch with your sister." She said with a small smile. He smiled brilliantly and she had a sudden urge to kick him in the shin. He looked like he just solved a puzzle, all too pleased with himself. "What?"

"You looked so pleased for a moment but now you're frowning. You're like an open book."

She huffed. She was not. She knew first hand that she was good at keeping secrets. How else would she have kept out of detention during her years of running around with Harry and Ron? Harry was the real instigator. He was always dragging them out on some adventure and Ron was more than happy to encourage him. Hermione went along to make sure they didn't get themselves killed. At least, that's what she told them. Secretly she loved the chaotic misadventures they went on. It was the first time she had ever really bonded with anyone her own age. She had always been a bit of a loner because of her intelligence. They had never once made fun of her for being smarter than them. Well, Ron had once but he apologized after he found out his comment had made her cry.

"See! Right now your brow is all furrowed and your pouting. It's rather cute actually."

Did he just call her cute? She flushed. Oh god. She could feel the heat in her cheeks which only worsened it. She averted her gaze but refused to tuck her chin in like some embarrassed school girl. She was close enough that when his laughter shook his body it caused him to brush against her. She swallowed and tried to calm her nerves. He was very good at throwing her off balance indeed. She was going to punch him. She was going to do it and she hoped she could at least make him wince. He seemed to read that on her face too because he backed up a bit and eyed her suspiciously.

"Woah there, Duckie. No need for violence." He said raising his hands defensively. She didn't need to voice her curiosity. "Gin gets that look in her eyes before she starts swinging." He explained with a wry smile.

"I wasn't really going to hit you." Yes, she was.

"I'll take your word for it." He looked at her almost contemplatively before speaking. "I have to get going. I'm going to be late for work but I'll see you later." He waited until she nodded before ruffling her hair and running off.

She was left feeling very confused and she was fairly certain there were butterflies in her stomach but she felt calmer than she had all day. She wondered why he had taken the time to talk to her if he was running late. She shook her head as she unlocked her door. She had told Draco it was unnecessary but she had a feeling Harry insisted. He was always telling her she was too carefree when it came to her safety. She always parried with the fact that he made her that way. She dropped her bag and went to her room to get into something more comfortable before studying.

She shimmied out of her pants and into Ron's old t-shirt and was padded into the kitchen to grab something to eat. She searched her fridge to find it relatively empty. She settled for cup noodles. She put the kettle on and went to her desk to begin when there was a knock at the door. She groaned and went to answer it. She opened the door quickly, too tired to ask who it was. If it was a murderer then he better make it fast so she could get back to work.

"Fred?" She asked with wide eyes. Didn't he have work? Why was he looking at her legs?

Oh no.


Naughty Mione. Pants are supposed to be worn when we answer doors! Cliche? Good.

Hope you enjoyed. Let me know what you think in the reviews! I'm currently working on 2 WolfStar fics that are keeping me pretty busy so hopefully I can wrap those up soon so I can get back to this one!