Hermione walked through the empty hallway and stopped outside of the Charms classroom. She took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. She had never before been late to class, but Fred adamantly insisted that she show up six minutes late, no more, no less.

Professor Flitwick looked irritated at her late arrival, but not at all surprised. Hermione felt absolutely terrible, but kept indifferent smile fixed firmly in place as she took a seat next to George. Professor Flitwick continued his talk on Supersensory Charms. Hermione glanced at George and Lee out of the corner of her eye. She took in their stature and their expressions and tried her best to imitate. She slouched back in her chair with her arm draped over its back, and spread her legs open, making her feel very exposed and self-conscious. She turned her attention to Professor Flitwick and paid close attention to what he was saying, even though her face maintained an expression of boredom. She had never studied any N.E.W.T. level spells before and was rather intimidated.

"Now then," concluded Professor Flitwick. "I would like all of you to pair up. One of you will face the wall and cast the supersensory charm to see what your partner is doing. Try facial expressions or holding up fingers. I'll be coming around to test you myself."

George stood up and Hermione followed suit. There was no need to worry about a partner in this case, Fred and George always worked together.

"I call the wall first," said George, smiling mischievously. "This should be fun."

George put his nose toward the cold stone wall and Hermione stood behind him. It felt so odd that she was the same height as him. Usually she only came up to his shoulder. It was the first time she noticed that he had a mole hidden behind his left ear.

"Alright, Freddy…" George said, pulling out his wand.

Hermione thought quickly. What would Fred do? It felt so wrong, but she did the first thing she could think of. As soon as he cast the charm, she held up her middle finger in a rude gesture. She felt uncomfortable, but held a steady smirk.

"Same to you," chuckled George. Hermione felt relieved. It was no less than George had expected. She thought again quickly as George ended the charm and prepared himself again. Think Fred. Think Fred. She wasn't one to cut up and be so playful. She was always so self-conscious and introverted. George cast the charm again and Hermione crossed her eyes and stuck out her tongue. George laughed and dropped the charm, turning the same face on her. She couldn't help but laugh. It was actually rather fun. The third time she pretended to pick her nose, to which George asked "Find anything good?"

Professor Flitwick quietly came around and took Hermione's place without announcing himself. He held up three fingers as a test. "Professor… have you been working out?"

"You've noticed?" asked Professor Flitwick, completely taken by George's charm.

"Yes, sir."

"Why thank you, and excellent charm, ," commended Professor Flitwick.

'Yeah, he certain knows how to work his charm,' Hermione thought to herself, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Noticed?" George whispered to Hermione. "We sure did. I still can't get that image of him in that aerobics outfit out of my head."

Hermione laughed. She could only imagine what Fred and George were doing when they found Flitwick in an aerobics costume.

"One more time, then you can have a go," offered George.

For lack of inspiration, Hermione made another silly face, but George did not reply. She held the face a little longer than she would have liked before letting it drop. "George?"

"Shh…" said George.

Hermione looked at him curiously.

"Angelina's knickers are riding up…" George explained in a whisper.

"George!" Hermione admonished.

"What? She's my girlfriend. I've seen her knickers before," he turned around with a smirk. "Okay, you have a go now. But you better not be checking my Angelina. I'm always curious about Katie's knickers though, ever since we stole those purple ones with pawprints…"

Hermione faced the wall and slowly took out Fred's battered Black Alder wand. It felt cold and foreign to her, not at all like her own Vinewood wand. Though they were about the same length, this one felt much smaller in Fred's large hand. And through it was very solid and unyielding, it was surprisingly very light.

She took a deep breath and quietly uttered the spell. Her vision became slightly blurred, but nothing more happened. She ended the charm and tried again, but to the same effect. She knew this might be difficult for her, but she couldn't help feeling that she should have been doing better. Frustrated, she tried again.

"C'mon, Fred. I can't hold like this all day," said George.

His comment only served to frustrate her more. She concentrated extremely hard on the spell and was surprised to see that her vision had changed. Though it was not clear and not where she wanted to see, at least she was getting somewhere.

"C'mon, Fred. You're just doing this to annoy me, aren't you?" said George.

Hermione tried to think of something to say. It was obvious that George expected her to know how to do this. "You know…" she said in a voice of forced amusement. "That Hufflepuff bloke has a serious unibrow…"

"Which one?" said George, turning around to face the room. "You mean that Crawford kid?"

Hermione took the time he was distracted to practice a couple more times.

"Did you get a look at Katie's knickers yet?" he asked.

"I'm not sure Angelina would appreciate your devoted interest in Katie's knickers," Hermione deflected playfully.

"Well, I'm not looking," said George, crossing his arms and leaning against the stone wall next to her. "I just know it's been quite awhile since you've got a good look at a pair."

Hermione looked at him in surprise.

"I'm worried about you, brother. You need to find yourself a girl, mate," said George seriously.

Hermione didn't know how to respond to this, but luckily the sound of the bell saved her from having to. But George had seen her hesitation. He followed her to the table where they picked up their schoolbags.

"Just let me set you up with that Hufflepuff girl this weekend. We'll double-date at the Three Broomsticks… They say she's nice, and if she turns out to have dung for brains, at least you have something nice to look at for an afternoon. What do you say?"

"I'll have to pass…" said Hermione. If she was going to be Fred for the weekend, she was not going to be spending an afternoon flirting with some girl.

Potions class actually went much better than she had hoped. Both she and Fred were talented when it came to potions, so she didn't have to worry about struggling or dumbing him down. She made sure to act as much like Fred as she could, never raising her hand, sitting up straight, or looking too attentive. But she also didn't have to try and be playful either. Fred and George didn't act out in Snape's class as much as their others. She was extremely proud of herself at the end of class when she turned in a perfectly brewed N.E.W.T. level potion.

Her stomach growled loudly, and Lee's stomach echoed its complaint. "Hurry up, you two. I'm starving," groaned Lee, taking the lead as they head up the stairs toward the entrance hall.

Hermione rubbed her angry stomach. So this was what the infamous Weasley appetite felt like. No wonder they were so grumpy when they were late to a meal.

Hermione sat down at the Gryffindor table next to George and quickly began filling her plate.

"Meat, potatoes, and more meat," Fred's instructions repeated in her head. "Fat and carbs. And none of that whole grain stuff."

Her plate looked just like Fred's would. She ate quicker than usual, feeling as though she would never be satiated.

About ten minutes later her attention was caught by the sound of her own angry voice echoing through the Great Hall. She looked up and saw her own body walking moodily up the Gryffindor table, talking over her shoulder at Ron who looked cross.

"You know, you could try taking your own notes, Ronald! You shouldn't have to rely on me," Fred shot at him.

"But you know I'm not good at taking notes, Hermione. And it's impossible for me to pay attention to Binns… the way he drones on and on," said Ron.

Hermione smiled to herself. She was glad to see that Fred was playing her so well.

"I'm not responsible for you. So stop expecting me to listen on your behalf," Fred said, sitting down across from Hermione.

"But you're always talking about how important our O.W.L.'s are. Don't you want me and Harry to do well? And how do you expect to do well when you're sleeping through class?"

Hermione choked on a piece of chicken. Her appreciation for Fred turned into raging resentment. She had been putting forth great effort to act like Fred and he was sleeping in class!

"You okay, Fred?" Ginny asked. Hermione realized that her eyes had narrowed and her teeth were clenched.

"Stomach-ache," she replied.

Fred did not miss the look on her face. He suddenly looked guilty as he began slowly filling his plate. He took extra care in selecting his food, hoping to make choices that would please Hermione. Just as he had given her instructions on what to eat, she had demanded that he keep a healthy diet for her. He smiled at her hopefully, but she kept her expression of forced indifference. She didn't look happy; no doubt she'd have a few choice words to share with him later.


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