"I'm going to dinner," She announced quietly as she closed his Transfiguration book and straightened up from her chair, stretching. "Anything in particular you'd like me to bring back?" She stepped up beside the Cabinet and leaned against the open door, watching as he ran a hand along the side, near the roof of the wooden box.

Recently he'd begun to wonder if the Cabinet wasn't merely defective magically, but also in its normal physical sense. He'd been trying to make sure it was put together properly.

He murmured a negative, but she didn't move. "I still don't like you actually being inside this thing." She remarked. "What someone sneaks in and slams the door shut on you and you never come back out?"

"They'd need to know the incantation, Rem." He reminded her, "I sure as hell am not going to say it when I'm in here."

She rolled her eyes, about to turn away. But as she slipped her hands into her pockets, she felt her fingers brush something. "Oh, wait-"

He ceased whatever he'd been doing and leaned a shoulder against the side of the Cabinet, looking at her expectantly.

She pulled the Malfoy ring from her jean pocket and held it out, "This is yours."

He looked at her outstretched hand, but made no move to take the ring. "And?"

"Don't-" She started, giving him a slightly dumbstruck look. "Well don't you want it back?"

"Does it do me any more good than it does you?" He inquired. "There's no way anyone could mistake me for anything but a Malfoy."

She gave him a look for a moment, "Are you," She said slowly, "Implying something with this."

He rolled his eyes, "Keep this up and you won't get to the Great Hall before supper's done."

Her eyes narrowed playfully. "Fine, if you're so keen to get rid of me-" She started to turn away, about to say something else, but he spoke before she could.

"Of course not."

It was her turn to roll her eyes now, though she had a slight smile on her lips. "Don't wait up." She called back as she crossed the clearing. Not that telling him such would make him leave for the Slytherin Dungeons any sooner.

She made her way down the many staircases in relative solitude. Nearly every student would be in the Hall already; she knew that.

"Well, well, well," Came a voice from behind her. Another, nearly identical voice added, "If it isn't Rems."

She stopped in the middle of crossing a corridor on the first floor. Confusion swept over her for a moment. What on earth would the twins be doing at Hogwarts? She turned around, not missing a beat. "If it isn't the bane of Filch's existence." She responded, smirking slightly at the two red-haired boys. No matter what the situation was, the Weasley twins could get anyone to smile.

"The two and only." George flashed her a wide grin.

"Out late, Remy," Fred commented.

She merely shrugged in response. "What brings you two back here? I'd figure you'd avoid this place like the plague after you escaped." She remarked jokingly.

"We decided we'd better check in on you," Fred beamed.

"Make sure Malfoy's treating you right," George continued.

"Speaking of which-" Fred squinted at her.

"Is that a hickey I see?" George finished, smirking slightly at her.

Remington scowled, raising her hand to rub the side of her neck self-consciously. No one made comments to her about it anymore, not even Fay. Though, she didn't really talk much to anyone else in the first place. It reminded her how much she missed the simplicity of the year before. When she actually maintained friendships and wasn't constantly worried for Draco. And the fact that the twins had no knowledge of how she'd been behaving towards everyone; despite how un-normal this meeting was, it felt more normal than much of the year had.

"Probably." She mumbled under her breath. Considering how much time she spent with Draco, it was bound to happen. Often.

"Shame, shame, Rems." George shook his head at her in mock disappointment, though she knew at least a part of it was real.

"To think you once seemed reserved-" Fred added.

"It's not like I'm going around snogging all sorts of boys- there's only one..." She argued.

"Still questioning why you chose Malfoy..." George said thoughtfully. They might have accepted that it was her choice who she spent her time around, but it didn't change how much they despised Draco.

"Just promise you're watching your back." Fred asked of her.

"Particularly with that little troll of a girl, Parkinson roaming about." George muttered.

"How thick do you think I am?" She propped her hands on her hips.

"Actually-" Fred began, wrapping his fingers around one of her arms, completely encircling it.

"You're awfully thin." George nodded.

"Have you been eating your three square meals a day?" Fred concluded, shaking her arm slightly.

She yanked out of his grip and glowered at them slightly. "No, they've been quite round, actually." She said sarcastically.

"There you are," George pointed at her.

"That explains it!" Fred agreed.

Rem rolled her eyes, "So why are you really here?" She pressed.

"Family issues." George answered after a short pause.

That's when she realized how close they were to the hospital wing. She felt a slight skip in her pulse. "Ginny- ?" She began.

"Gin's fine." Fred assured her.

"It's Ron..." George commented.

"Is he alright?" She asked. Though she wasn't particularly good friends with Ron, she couldn't deny that she'd feel awful if something happened to him, or any of the other former D.A. members. "What happened?"

"Long story short-" George started to say.

"He was accidentally poisoned." Fred finished for him.

"Something to do with a bottle of mead Slughorn had." George threw in.

"And love potions." His twin added.

"Is he alright?" She repeated. She assumed he was fine, since they didn't seem too horribly concerned, but they still hadn't answered.

"He's alive and kicking." Fred nodded.

"Gave us quite a scare, though." George admitted.

"Lord knows-" Rem said quietly. "I regret to cut this short, but-"

"Get down to the Great Hall." Fred told her, taking on a serious air, though he was frowning just a bit too enthusiastically to be taken seriously.

"Supper's going to end in minutes." George agreed.

"You needn't worry," She laughed as she headed for the stairs, "I know where the kitchens are."