Author's Note: I would like to comment on a couple reviews I've gotten. First off, thank you to everyone for their comments, critiques, and kind words. It means the world to me that anyone is reading my nonsense, so thank you so much for that. But I would also like to address the comments about who the winner would be. I love Hermione with Neville. I love Hermione with Draco. I love Hermione with basically everyone because I have an fan fiction addiction and can never stick to an OTP. My plan for the last round of the game was to have a poll with the last two or three contestants and let the audience decide. That way the remaining contenders will be narrowed down by me, but the readers will have the final choice. I think it will still keep the suspense alive and be a bit more fun! Hope you agree!

Suddenly I heard a huge bang. A myriad of smoky colors emerged from the door frame, slowly parting to reveal a Weasley Twin making his grand entrance. He jumped away from the door frame, holding his arms outstretched in a "ta-da" pose. He cockily approached me with a Cheshire grin upon his face.

"Hello love."

I gave a smile and embraced the twin in a big hug. Stepping apart, I quickly analyzed him, coming to a conclusion about which twin was in front of me.

"Hello Fred."

His smile grew as my prediction was confirmed.

"You've always known how to tell us apart, Mione. That's one of my favorite things about you."

"Oh really? There's more than one? Please continue."

"I could go on for days. Years. An eternity. How about I limit it to the letters of your name? I only have fifteen minutes to make a first impression after all."

He gave a breathy chuckle and positioned himself next to me. One arm around my shoulders, another under his chin as he pretendedto deeply contemplate my eight complimentary words.

"Handsome."

"Definitely a male adjective. Not off to the best start."

"Enthusiastic."

"Okay, getting a tad better."

"Ravishing."

"You do realize the archaic term 'ravish' means to rape someone, right?."

"Magical."

"Acute observation Fred, I am a witch."

"Irritating."

"Is this the part where I swoon? I wouldn't want to break the part of a doting lady, might throw off your mad lady skills."

"Odd."

"Thank you Fred, you're really making quite a lovely first impression."

"I swear, if the next one is neurotic I'm leaving."

"Nice."

"Okay slightly lame but I'll take it. At least it's a compliment."

"Last one, make it good."

"Effervescent."

"Fantastic word choice. I applaud you Mr. Weasley. You somehow managed to pull one nice word out of your arse."

"Well I could't bump up your ego too much. What would the audience at home think? Someone has to keep Miss Granger humble."

"Always looking out for me, Fred. What a great lad."

I gave him an obnoxious eye roll and then cut it off once I remembered why we were really here.

"As much as I loved the shower of compliments. Why exactly are you here?"

"Free advertising."

He shot me a smirk, the mirth in his eyes revealing the sarcasm.

"Oh, so in that case I should keep you in for as long as possible, for advertising sake."

"Please do. We definitely need it; our poor business has been lacking in sales recently."

"$500,000 Galleons a year not enough for you?"

He lifted his arms in a 'I surrender' form and had the decently to look a tad guilty.

"Fine Granger, you caught me. I may have a hidden agenda."

"Don't you always?"

"Fair enough. But I really would like a shot with you, Hermione. You're one of the few people that can tell Gred and I apart. Between your fiery personality, intellect, and sass, I think we'd work well together. So just think about giving me a chance."

"Alright, I will."

We both smiled at each other for a couple seconds, until Fred realized what he was doing and quickly averted his eyes in embarrassment. He took an overly zealous bow and vanished into the night with another color bomb.

Fred blindsided me. I never expected either of the twins to really give me a second glance. Their ex-girlfriends, Angelina and Katie, were both extremely athletic and drop dead gorgeous.

I was the nagging goody-two-shoes that always got them in trouble in school.

I was their sister's best friend.

I was their brother's ex-girlfriend.

And even now as I'm thinking about it, I only reference the twins together. I know nothing about their personality differences, they've only just seemed like a half of a pair. Inseparable. Maybe they'll seem more like separate individuals after I get George alone as well.

I just hope none of this is a prank. I don't think I could bare getting humiliated on live television. But the twins were never really ones for cruelty, just a good laugh. Nevertheless, I'm keeping my guard up.