Hermione glared at the twins as they dragged Percy through her door. It was the middle of the night and it didn't matter that she wasn't asleep; entering someone's bedroom while they're in bed is just plain rude.
The evil grins and Percy's blushing also had her on the offensive - a good offence being the best defence. Nothing good could come from this. Nothing.
"So Hermione," George began. "What's going on with you and our brother here? There we were, innocently getting a midnight snack -"
"- when in we walk to the kitchen and there's Percy, pouring his heart out to Bill about how you and he hooked up. So, what happened?" Hermione glared from George to Fred as each spoke before finally settling on Percy.
"Can I talk to you? Alone." It wasn't really a question. Fred and George laughed and happily left there brother to fend for himself against the angry brunette.
"What happened to not telling anyone?" she asked, one eyebrow cocked, her mouth set in an unhappy line.
Percy yawned and sat on the edge of her bed, exhaustion overwhelming him.
"I needed someone to talk to. I don't know about you but I don't make a habit out of sleeping with my brother's best mates."
"And I don't make a habit out of sleeping with my best mate's brothers but I managed to keep it to myself!" she hissed at him.
Percy opened his mouth to defend himself but his day spent walking was catching up on him and he instead just muttered, "I'm sorry," under his breath before lying back on the foot of Hermione's bed.
From the other side of the door they could hear Fred and George howl with laughter and Hermione counted to five in her head...
One, two, three, four, five.
"What on earth are you two doing lurking outside of Hermione's door?" Mrs Weasley demanded.
Hermione's breathing stopped mid-exhale as she waited to hear what the twin's would say. She should have known better then to hope as the twins laid the naked truth out to their mother.
"We'll you see we were getting a midnight snack -"
"-You don't even live here," their mother interrupted.
"- Yeah but that's not the point, is it?" Fred defended. "Beside George still lives here. Anyway, we were getting a snack and there we find Percy, head in the fire, telling Bill how he made a woman out of Hermione."
"A what?" Mrs Weasley asked, hoping for Hermione and Percy's sake the twins hadn't discovered their dirty little secret.
"Oh, I don't think our Hermione went all these years without a man. You know, Mum" George piped up. "He gave her a helping of his pork swo-"
"Yes, thank you, George, I'm well aware of what you mean. So what are you doing here? Torturing the poor girl?"
"No!" said George defensively though he blushed. "We're just giving the lovely couple a helpful push together."
"Well get back to bed and don't you breathe a word of this to anyone."
The twins grumbled their agreement and trotted off to bed. Hermione didn't hear the heavier footsteps on the stairs that would signal Mrs Weasley's return to bed and groaned silently when the knock on the door came.
"Come in," Hermione called wearily. She shot a look towards Percy and started when she saw he wasn't where he had been. He was fast asleep and had wormed his way up the bed while Hermione had been focused on the conversation in the hallway. He was now closer up the top of the bed and to the casual observer it looked like a comfy, intimate setting.
Mrs Weasley stuck her head in the door before fully entering the room. She looked at Percy's sleeping form before sitting in the spot her son had occupied not a couple of minutes before.
"I was hoping to speak to both of you..." Mrs Weasley trailed off but Percy didn't wake at the sound of his mother's voice.
"It's not what it looks like. The twins shoved him in here and he fell asleep. Not surprising really, he was gone most of the day walking the countryside."
Mrs Weasley studied the couple on the bed. She'd spent the day thinking about what it would mean if her third eldest and Hermione got together and she hadn't come to any solid conclusions. It was too hard to wrap her mind around. Percy and Hermione just didn't get along and despite whatever drunken activities took place the night before she couldn't see them together.
Finally she just patted Hermione's knee and stood up. "I just don't want to see either of you hurt." She smiled tightly before leaving them to it.
Hermione sighed and fell back in bed, not bothering to try and move the sleeping Weasley next to her. She closed her eyes and blessedly sleep came quickly. Her last thoughts before drifting off was the hope that no one come in before she could get Percy out.
