(This is a short-chaptered, short-story full of romance and clichés. I hope people enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

The characters are not mine, they belong to J K Rowling)

Chapter Four

Hermione stomped up the stairs, annoyed with Ron trying to stop her helping his brothers. She shook her head in exasperation as she got to the twin's bedroom. Hermione turned around to wait for the twins and found them straight behind her.

They smiled in a goofy manner at her and she smiled back. Their hearts fluttered.

Fred walked by Hermione and opened the door to their room, holding out his arm to show her inside. She walked in giggling and Fred and George followed, carrying their suitcases.

"Alright 'Mione." George placed his suitcase on the bed. Fred placed his beside it. "We are terrible at unpacking and need all the help we can get.."

"Can't you unpack magically?" Hermione asked confused.

"That's where you come in. We need you help to unpack magically. We're terrible at it."

"Oh, I get it."

"Finally." George teased. Hermione blushed and looked away. "Anyway." The twins opened their suitcases. Suddenly there was a small explosion, or it seemed like it. There was a loud noise, some smoke and everything in the suitcases was flung out.

Items of clothing, magical objects and things from the joke shop landed all around the room. A pair of boxers landed directly on Hermione's head. She picked them off and laughed. She handed them to Fred and asked.

"Why did that happen?"

"Oh…it's an anti-burgler thing we created. Supposed to scare off any people stupid enough to try and steal something from our suitcases." Fred explained. "How did you know these were mine by the way?" Fred held out the underwear she'd given him.

"Oh, I didn't." Hermione didn't look at them as she said this, but instead at the floor. The twin's silence told her they didn't believe her. "Oh, okay…I knew they were yours because they just obviously are. You may be twins but there are differences between you, you know…for instance favourite colours. George you love blue, but Fred you like red. These boxers are red. Hence, they belong to you Fred," The boys looked amazed "besides…they have your name on." Hermione laughed and soon the boys joined her.

"I'm surprised you know me so well." Fred put his arm around her shoulders protectively.

"He means we aresurprised you know us so well." George interrupted putting his arm around Hermione's waist in a rather firm grip. George looked at Fred with an unreadable expression on his face, unreadable to Hermione at least. Fred, however, knew it well. It meant 'in it together' to remind one another they're doing something together, not against each other. They were meant to both get the girl. Fred nodded in understanding and the twins loosened their grips on Hermione.

Hermione looked slightly uncomfortable at first and the twins noticed this but then she relaxed in their arms when they loosened their holds. No one spoke. They stood like that for about a minute until Hermione stepped away and looked around the room which was now covered in stuff.

"Well, I'd better help you unpack. What goes where?" she asked as she drew out her wand.