A/N - Not as long as the last chapter but I updated yesterday. I'll probably update tomorrow too. Reviews win free imaginary cookies. I don't own Harry Potter (as my brother so kindly reminds me). Enjoy!

George awoke from his nap in the common room, to be greeted with a wand pointed at him. He immediately straightened up, sitting straight and trying to figure out who's wand it was whilst pulling his own wand out do defend himself.
"Hermione? What are you doing?"
"Hah! The quill! And don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about, because I know full well that you do."
"I can assure you that I don't. Maybe you could ask Fred if it's a quill, some went missing from our stash." Hermione nodded. That would make sense. After all, it was Fred's name scribbled all over her notes, and George didn't lie. At least not very well, that was why Fred spoke more, he was better at it. She nodded again, this time to the others in the room, not to herself. As she turned on her heel to go and find Fred, said boy strode right past her, obviously just having entered. Hermione heard George muttering to Fred and turned to confront him.
"Frederick Weasley. Do you, or do you not know anything about my misbehaving quills?"
"Nope. But if they're misbehaving, you're a prefect, jut deduct a couple points here and there, detention once in a while." She huffed and continued on her way out to the library, having switched and tested her quills, to avoid any further mishaps.

Hermione was strolling back from the library, arms laden with some interesting books she had found on connections with dark wizards. One had been from the restricted section, but with Professor McGonagall's permission, she could take any book she liked from there, within reason. Ron had recounted to her some of Harry's dreams, and she had decided that if Dumbledore wasn't going to do anything beyond sending him to Snape, then she would. Turning a corner, she hit something, dropping her books and falling to the ground with a loud thump. Hermione rubbed her head where she had hit it and then realised there was no wall where she had been walking. Looking up she saw Malfoy smirking down at her.
"Don't fall Granger, it gets you down." He laughed, stepping over some of her books and continuing down the corridor, but not before kicking her wand further down the stone corridor. She sighed, and attempted to stand, before falling back down, realising she had hit her ankle on a statue as she fell.
"Damn everything." She retrieved the books closest to her and tenderly began to stand again, this time putting less pressure on it.
"You shouldn't swear. It is a very unladylike habit." Turning her head, she saw Fred grinning at her, her wand extended in his hand for her to take.
"You can hardly speak," she smiled back at him, taking her wand.
"I do hope you are not suggesting that I am a lady, Miss Granger." She laughed slightly and picked up the last of her books, walking next to Fred back to the common room. They walked back in silence until they reached the portrait hole. "It was me, by the way." Seeing the confused look on Hermione's face, he continued, "The quills I mean, I thought it would be funny. But you didn't react much. You're no fun."
" I knew it was you."
"That predictable?" She nodded and laughed as they entered the common room seeing only Ron, Harry and George still up, and walking over to join them.
Fred sat next to George, handing him something slyly whilst Hermione sat between Ron and Harry, laying her books on the coffee table that separated the two sofas.
"Why are you limping?" Harry asked curiously, gesturing to her ankle.
"Oh. Er. I had a run in with Malfoy." She tried, nonchalantly but neither boy were taking it.
"And he hurt you? I'll kill him, the git! I told you it's not safe to walk about alone at night."
"Calm down Ronnikins, she's fine. I saved her myself." Fred grinned, holding his head high and probably expecting applause and cheers. But instead he was graced with a sarcastic laugh from Hermione.
"If that's what you call it." Ron sat back in his seat, looking slightly put out that he had been stopped from killing Malfoy. George and Harry continued with the essays they appeared to be writing whilst Fred took offence to Hermione's dismissal of his rescue mission.
"Yeah, regular knight in shining armour me."
"You know Fred, you've always reminded me of somebody, and I just couldn't put my finger on it, but now, you have suddenly lifted the fog in my head and I can see it clearly now."
"Oh yeah? Who is it? Merlin?"
"No. Sir Cadogen." They all laughed and continued talking until late, when they all went to bed, looking forward to the next Hogsmeade day ahead of them.