(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.

I'm sorry to everyone reading this story that it has taken so long to update. I am ashamed! I've just been very busy with College and life basically. Oh well, here it is, the tenth chapter in 'Pranksters have hearts'. I hope you enjoy. I'll try updating again soon and getting back on track)

Chapter Ten

A masculine hand tenderly knocked on a door.

"Go away!" a voice sounded from within.

"Hermione, we're here to see if you're okay." Harry's voice spoke up. He withdrew his hand to his side.

"Yeah, we're your friends. We're worried about you and how you're feeling after what my idiotic twin brothers did." Ron added. "We want to know if you're alright."

The boys waited patiently for a few seconds and heard scuffling noises before the door suddenly flew open. Hermione stood before them; cheeks stained with tears, red eyes and a heaving chest.

"Of course I'm not alright. How can I be alright? That dream…that horrible horrible dream. Something from it will happen and it will ruin everything. My relationship with one of you four will change and I don't want it to!" She shouted loudly. Fresh tears sprung to her eyes. Both boys stepped forward and wrapped their arms around her in a friendly embrace. She broke down, her knees buckling beneath her. The boys held her up and led her back inside her room, sitting her down on her bed. They sat on either side of her, Ron's arm around her shoulder and Harry's around her waist. Hermione leant her head on Ron's shoulder as she cried. The boys felt so bad, allowing her to feel like this. Ron looked over at Harry and mouthed something. Harry nodded.

"Come on Hermione. Why don't you…rest?" Ron said as he and Harry lowered her down onto her soft mattress. She nodded thickly and snorted in an unattractive way that made the boys smile ever so slightly; they still loved her. They pulled her duvet up over her as she curled into a faetal position and fell asleep before their very eyes. Once sure she was asleep the two friends left her where she was and headed back downstairs.

Hermione opened her eyes after hearing the door click. She sat up, wrapping the duvet around herself and drying her eyes. True, she was upset, but at the same time, she wasn't. She was rather ambivalent over the subject. She was also relieved that she was no longer under the effects of the veritaserum after having lied to the four boys downstairs. The sentence "yet I don't want any of it!" reverberated around her mind, making her blush. She couldn't lie to herself. She did want it. Or parts of it. Her mind was all over the place as she tried to get to grips with her feelings. Twins! She had a crush, well, crushes, on a pair of twins. Two identical yet different people and she wanted nothing more than to have what happened in the dream, happen in real life. Hermione let out a giggle and blushed as she recalled the dreams. She wiped her eyes again. Glancing around her room she realized she wouldn't be able to rest, although her best friends thought that was what she was doing. Hermione had done many things though whilst her friends thought she was doing something else; for instance all those 'studying' sessions in the library actually spent with Jenny. She couldn't be 100 honest with her friends, and doubted they were totally honest with her. How on earth could she even admit to them that she'd had similar dreams to those last night before? Since the age of about fourteen when she started noticing the opposite gender, as well as the same, she'd had had the odd erotic dream now and then involving her best friends; usually both. After all, they were known as the Golden Trio, so it only made sense for her to dream of threesomes. However, Hermione didn't really want any of that to take place in fear of it jeopardising her friendship with them. That is why doing something from the dream with the twins seemed an easier option. Hermione pondered the idea. Following that, whilst other things went on in the house, Hermione walked to the family bathroom and had a shower. Then, with a towel wrapped around her body, she headed back towards her bedroom.

After Hermione's friends had left her room they had gone downstairs where Fred and George were still in the kitchen eating breakfast, as were the rest of the family now.

"Oh dears, come and have breakfast." Molly said loudly as they entered. She used her wand to bring two more plates to the table.

"No thanks Mum, we've already eaten. We just need to talk to Fred and George." Ron said politely. Molly shrugged and magicked the plates away and sat down to her own breakfast now everyone was served. "Come on you two." Ron beckoned his older brothers. The twins did their best to look remorseful as they stood up to follow Ron and Harry, but they failed miserably.

Hermione's best friends led the twins up to Ron's room and practically pushed them inside. Harry pointed to the spare bed he'd been sleeping on and the twins sat down, cross legged on it. Ron and Harry sat on Ron's bed.

"You've both really upset Hermione." Ron said.

"So, Ron and I think you've got to apologise, but she is sleeping at the moment so you'll have to wait. When she wakes up though, you're going to apologise." Harry said.

"Fair enough." The twins replied in unison.

"And…we think…well I think actually…that we should decide what is to happen. Something that is easiest for Hermione or that someone volunteers to do," Ron added, but at the eager look on the twin's faces quickly added to the statement "in Hermione's best interests, not their own."

"Well, that's a good idea little brother." Said Fred.

"Only problem is," said George.

"That we have no control,"

"Over what happens."

"None at all?!" Harry said loudly, jumping off the bed towards the twins.

The twins shrugged as if to say 'not that we know of'. Harry sat down resigned.

"Well, we could try surely. I mean, think about it. Something from the dream has to happen, but we don't have to all be there. So, what about trying a minute detail and seeing what happens." Ron commented. The others nodded as if in agreement. "I was thinking something that won't damage the relationship between Hermione and that person too much. Something along the lines of…well…when in the dream…I was groping her ass."

"Oh you little sneak!" Fred exclaimed "That mini-speech you gave in order to put in your idea that you are the one who gets to feel Hermione. Sneak!" Fred pointed at his brother and bellowed the word; half angry and half amused.

"I'm not trying to be a sneak. I'm just pointing out that in the dream it was me who did the least things that were really sexual. I mainly just touched her ass and breasts. You guys were fucking her and Harry got a blowjob and stuff. So, out of all those options, Hermione would probably most want to just have her bum felt." Ron said.

There was a brief pause filled with teenage thoughts.

"He has a point, you know." Harry said finally.

"I guess." George said stiffly, as if sulking.

"Right then, so if we're all in agreement, then I guess I'll go discuss it with Hermione." Ron smiled as he headed towards the door.

"Petrificus totallus!" Fred shouted, his wand aimed at Ron; whose arms snapped to his side as he fell to his bedroom flood like a wooden plank. "We're not finished yet." Fred picked his brother up, leant him against the door and did the counter-curse that freed his brother. Ron shook his head as if getting rid of the feeling, and then gazed angrily at Fred. "Oh, get over it and sit back down."

Resignedly, Ron went back to his bed and sat next to Harry.

"Right, well done Fred. Now, Ron, I think we are all in agreement with your plan; trouble is that Hermione is asleep at the moment and we shouldn't wake her to inform her of this plan, no matter how good it is," Ron momentarily looked smug "so instead, we wait for her to wake and then, gently, we all tell her…and see what she thinks."

"Good plan brother." Fred said, clapping George on the back. This time it was George's turn to look smug.

"Right, so to check, we're all in agreement. When Hermione is awake and calm, we all will tell her our plan." Harry said, as if to recap. The boys nodded.

"What plan?" A voice asked. The four boys looked at the door. Hermione was stood there, with only a white towel wrapped around her. It revealed nothing, yet showed almost everything. All four boys had a sharp intake of breath. "Well?"

"Our plan…for…this…predicament." Ron said finally. Hermione's eyebrow rose. "We were thinking maybe there is a chance we could choose what happens, and if so, we thought we'd choose the softest and least," Ron coughed, embarrassed "sexual thing to do. For your sake."

"And, what did you decide?" Hermione asked anxiously.

"Well, for me to touch your bum." Ron blushed furiously and turned away. Hermione couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Seems like an alright plan to me, after all, you are right – that is the easiest, least sexual option." Hermione beckoned Ron. He sat, stunned, on his own bed. "Oh, hurry up, follow me."

Obediently, Ron rose and followed Hermione out. She led him to her room, because Ron's was on the way to her own, and after having her shower, she'd been walking back to her bedroom when she heard the boys talking. That had been when she'd entered, wrapped in only the towel, still covered in water droplets and wet hair that she hadn't used a drying spell on yet.

Once at the door she opened it and led Ron inside. Suddenly, she turned to face him, locking the door with her wand and casting a silencing spell.

"Alright. One time. This one time you are allowed to touch my naked buttocks, that is it. It is just for the sake of saving me. Now, I'm going to drop the towel and turn, and you will touch my ass for a bit with your eyes closed. Then I'll pick the towel up and you'll leave. Understand?" Hermione said. Ron nodded. "Okay."

Hermione turned around and dropped the towel. Ron's eyes widened. She was beautiful. He exhaled slowly as his hands reached for her curved ass. As his hands touched her soft skin, he couldn't help but groan. Both he and Hermione blushed. Ron squeezed and caressed her butt cheeks for a few seconds, like in the dream, before stopping; to save himself from an embarrassing erection. Hermione picked the towel up and wrapped it around herself before turning around and pointing to the door with her wand, wordlessly unlocking it. She'd mastered that skill over the summer. Ron nodded and left, equally wordlessly. Once gone, Hermione let out a giggle. Outside, Ron heard nothing due to the silencing charm. He headed straight back to Harry's room where his brother's and best friend were waiting to interrogate him.

"Well, what was it like?" Fred and George asked in unison.

"What was what like?" Ron teased, feigning stupidity.

"Her ass, you idiot!" Harry exclaimed.

Ron grinned and threw himself on the bed, wrapping his arms around his legs.

"Shan't say." He said. He yelped as three cushions were simultaneously thrown at him. "Alright, alright…I'll say, I'll say."

Harry, Fred and George watched Ron with patient eyes, interested.

"It was…perfect." Ron exhaled slowly again. "Round, curved, soft, firm, smooth skin. Perfect."

All four boys, despite who Hermione was to them, sighed.

"We're rather shallow aren't we Ron, thinking about our best friend like this?" Harry said after a few seconds. Ron nodded. "but, I guess…we've thought this sort of thing before, well I have." Ron nodded again. "So, I guess it's alright to think it and say it and…woah, Hermione's got a nice body." Ron nodded. As did Fred and George.

"We think she knows it too." Fred said.

"She's realized it now, but didn't know before. She'll use it to her advantage. She's not stupid. She'll have us wrapped around her finger before long." George added. Harry and Ron looked like they didn't really mind.

"Well, it's over now, something from the dream has happened. I just wish it had been something else. Where, instead of us being wrapped around her finger like I've just mentioned, she was wrapped around our,"

A knock on the door sounded out, blocking the last word of Fred's sentence.

"Who is it?" Ron called, blushing slightly. The boys all looked a little flustered. Their minds had all been recalling the dream, as well as the wet, towel-covered Hermione. The boys waited to see who was at the door. Then, the reply came.

"It's me." A sweet voice rang out and the boys looked at each other, eyes wide, as they all mouthed the word 'Hermione'.