"What are you doing?" Hermione demanded, frowning slightly, but mostly curiously.

"Bewitching snow balls-" Fred answered.

"-It's kind of our thing," George agreed. Fred tossed a snowball in the air, George flourished his wand and it zoomed upward at Gryffindor Tower and shattering on one of the windows.

"Harry and Ron are trying to study," Hermione said. The boy had absolutely no idea how to manage time, and were constantly falling behind.

"We know," the Twins said happily. There was a shout from above them and Fred grinned, sending another snowball soaring upward. They laughed as it hit Ron full in the face, and even Hermione giggled a little.

"Where're you off to?" Fred asked playfully, pulling off her hat as she passed.

Hermione stopped and tried to snatch it back, but Fred held it away, "I'm going to talk to Hagrid, if you must know."

"Oi, Lee, come help me with this!" George called. Fred threw his twin a devilish but handsome grin and rushed at Hermione, picking her up and putting her over his shoulder. He spun in a circle as Hermione screamed happily.

"Kidnapping the Prefect, I like it," Lee Jordan said with a wry chuckle as Fred bolted back indoors. Hermione hit Fred's chest repeatedly, but had to admit; even upside down he was good looking.

"Mr. Weasley," a girlish, high pitched voice that made Hermione's blood boil called sharply, "If you would put Miss Granger down...?"

Fred's entire body tensed, but he twisted Hermione around and down carefully. She gripped his arm tightly, standing in front of him as a preventative measure.

"Professor," he inclined his head just barely, his face a disgusted snarl.

"What exactly was the purpose of that?" The pink clad toad asked, seeming genuinely curious.

"I like Hermione as a human being," Fred said slowly and clearly, similar to how the toad had talked to Hagrid earlier.

"It had nothing to do with the fact that she's a Prefect?"

"Oh, I'd like to see her try to-" Hermione elbowed him sharply in the stomach, "No- no of course not."

Umbridge narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

"Dolores!" Professor Flitwick called, rushing down the hall, "I'd like to have a word with you about Charms Club."

"Of course," she turned on her pink heel and clopped away.

"She's an unloved, unwanted little-" Fred took a deep breath.

"Come on," Hermione said gently, pushing him backward playfully, "Or I'll put you in detention."

Fred grinned down at her, taking her hand and leading her into an unused classroom, "Under who's supervision?"

"Mine," she finally grabbed her hat from Fred's still clenched fists. She put a hand on his chest, "Relax."

"She's a foul toad," Hermione agreed. "Nothing new there."

"I'd like to see her face if she saw me do this," Fred leaned down to kiss Hermione deeply. He didn't pull back until they were both more than slightly breathless.

"I really do have to see Hagrid," Hermione said softly.

"No, you don't," Fred somehow managed to pull her closer, "You have to stay with me."

"And why is that?" Hermione asked, a small battle inside her raging as to whether she should be smiling or frowning.

"Because I love you and Hagrid doesn't, at least, not nearly as much as I do," Fred's grin unleashed her own. He fiddled with her hat, examining it, and holding it away from her when she tried to take it back. "You're getting much better at this, it's impressive; I would probably strangle myself accidentally..."

"I have to keep him from being fired," Hermione said, "But thank you."

"You have to keep me from being expelled," said Fred, handing her back her hat as if it might indeed strangle him.

"You can manage to stay out of trouble for just a few more minutes," Hermione kissed his cheek and slipped by him to the door. He followed her quickly.

"For all you know I'm about to recruit some first years to test on," Fred teased, well aware of the person watching them. Hermione started.

"You drag first years into this and I swear to all things good, your mother will hear of it," Hermione scowled. Fred laughed and watched her walk away, pulling her coat closer around her.

"Granger seems positively deadly," Fred jumped when Williams spoke.

"Good Merlin, you can't do that to people!" Fred exclaimed, "You sneaky little bastard, you could've given me a heart attack!"

"Then it's good you aren't an old fogey," Williams laughed, glancing down the hallway. "She's sharper than most... Not unattractive either-"

"She's my- little brother's best friend," Fred said, crossing his arms over his chest, displaying the fact that even though he hadn't been on the pitch recently, that didn't mean he wasn't waiting for the day the old toad was removed and he could be back on the team. Williams only laughed.

"I'm just saying, it's a wonder she wasn't put in Ravenclaw," Williams looked a little too pleased.

"Oh, just gloat about Quidditch already," spat Fred, walking back for the courtyard. Not long after, a snow ball fight broke out. Fred swore George had stuck snow to his back permanently. Hermione tried to avoid it on her way back. Lee tackled her into a snow bank, which earned him a face full of snow. George nailed Fred in the back as he tried to help Hermione up. The nerve of the witch; she fitted her hat onto his head, but it had been filled with snow. Fred shivered and pushed her back into the snow bank, but she was laughing so hard she didn't really care.

Hermione had mentioned that after break, the DA would start in on Patronuses. Now, Fred had never tried a Patronus before, and neither had George. They found themselves locked up in a room trying to though. They figured that it would be emabarrassing if they couldn't produce Patronuses, disheartening even. They were the happiest people around, and besides that, they were inspiration as ever.

They produced enough silver mist to feel optimistic for a short while. Fred had to think, really, what made him happy? And not only that, but what was the happiest he'd ever been? His mind flickered between George, Hermione, Quidditch, and the Burrow. George managed a slightly thicker silver mist.

"It definitely had legs!" He whooped. Fred closed his eyes to concentrate. His favorite moment... It had been that heart beat before she told him that she loved him for the first time. He created a silver mist with this memory. Not good enough. He thought maybe...

"Expecto patronum!" Fred said forcefully. Slowly a slim looking creature emerged from his wand. He beamed at it as it swam happily around the room. Turns out his recipe for success was George and Hermione together.

"What is that?" George asked.

"I think it's an otter."

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