Hermione wasn't sure who she was supposed to be rooting for. Ron had tried to explain it; if one of them won, then Gryffindor still stood a chance to win, so long as they won with a certain number of points, which Hermione had already forgotten. Usually she could remember any information she encountered, but Quidditch still managed to elude her.

"This could be the most important match of the year!" Fred was jumping around like a child on Christmas morning. Hermione leaned against the wall with an eyebrow raised.

"He's not wrong," Tess admitted.

"Can we talk about something interesting, please?" Anita asked.

"I'm with Anita," Hermione said quickly.

"You guys should be more excited!" Williams shouted. Half his face was blue, the other bronze. "If Ravenclaw wins this, and then against your sorry team, we'll win!"

"Twice," Anita said with a frown.

"I think he means the cup," Hermione whispered to her.

"Ooooh, of course."

"But," Fred said over Williams shrieking, "If Hufflepuff looses this, and then wins against Slytherin, and Gryffindor wins against Ravenclaw-"

"Which is more than likely what's going to happen," Tess said.

"Gryffindor could win the Cup?" Hermione said slowly, "Even after we lost one?"

"No one ever said we had to be undefeated," Fred shrugged helpfully.

"Where's George?" Tess asked. "Aren't you two supposed to be inseparable or some shit?"

"He's -um-"

"With Angelina," Hermione said.

"With her or with her?" Anita asked perceptively.

"The latter."

"I can't blame her," Anita mumbled, "Weasleys are cuter than any other family."

"Ginny has a nice ass," Tess agreed.

"She doesn't fly your way," Hermione gave a small laugh.

"I refuse to believe that," Tess said resolutely. "She has the worst taste in men, it's a waste."

"Hear, hear," Fred mumbled.

"Why does your superhuman ability apply to everyone but Ginny Weasley?" Anita asked. Hermione wasn't entirely sure what they were talking about now. Anita nudged her, "Give her a name, she'll tell you if they're straight or not."

"Oh," Hermione said, then smiled, "It doesn't work on Ginny because she doesn't want to admit that I'm right."

"We should head down," Williams said, skipping and opening the door. He spotted a Ravenclaw buddy and screamed positive obscenities his way.

"Say that again, and you'll be in detention a week," Hermione threatened to Tess and Fred's amusement. Anita hit Williams as they passed.

There was a lot more swearing and screaming at the match. Hermione had forgotten which team she was cheering for; Williams screams for Chang and Rogers were nearly drowned by Tess' constant reciting of the Hufflepuff team line up. So she decided to cheer whenever Fred did. Especially since half the time, lost in the crowd the way they were, he would lean down to kiss her.

With the match finished, and Williams' angry cursing leaving Hermione with the impression that Ravenclaw had lost, Fred pulled out a small box.

"Fred, no," Hermione hissed, putting on hand on the lid to keep it shut.

"Steer clear of the green tied bastards, huh?" Tess messed up Hermione's hair and slunk off with Anita.

"Wait, I need to rant!" Williams chased after them.

"What?" Fred asked innocently.

"Whizz bangs? You'll set the stands on fire!" Hermione scolded, prying the box from his hands.

"Please?" Fred whined.

"Don't be a child," Hermione smiled nonetheless.

"Okay," Fred leaned in close to her ear, "Have you ever been in the Gryffindor locker rooms?"

"Why?"

"They aren't being used right now."

Unfortunately, Fred was horribly, terribly wrong. Hermione had to half drag him back up to the castle, laughing all the while. It turns out that George had had the same thought as Fred, and seeing as Angelina was a bit faster than Hermione, had managed to beat them to the punch.

"We will never speak of this again," Fred said darkly.

"Sounded like Angelina was having fun," Hermione kissed Fred's cheek, "Maybe George should give you some pointers."

Fred glared down at her, "I don't need any pointers."

"Would you like to prove that?" Hermione asked. Fred watched her, a slow smile spreading across his face. "You do owe me a visit to your room, after all."

"Thank Merlin you've waited so long to collect," Fred grinned.

Luckily, Lee Jordan was not in their dormitory with Alicia Spinnet (they were in the Common Room). Fred locked the door, then for good measure, stacked his and George's trunk in front of it.

"Your room is neater than Harry's," Hermione commented. Fred took her face is his hand and kissed her.

"Who gives a damn about Harry?" He asked. Hermione decided not to answer. Not that her brain would have let her. There was nothing better than being alone with Fred.

Fred was right. It did get better with practice. Hermione lay beside him, breathing heavily. He played idly with her hair.

"Are you sure you want to leave?" Hermione asked.

"Say the word, and I'll stay," Fred murmured, though Hermione suspected he wasn't entirely aware of what he was saying. She didn't want to make him break a promise to her, so she stayed silent.

"Where will you go?" Hermione asked. "Your mother will kill you if you go home."

"George and I have a down payment on a shop in Diagon Alley," Fred kissed her forehead, "We're releasing it."

"You mean leasing."

"Do I?"

"I'm fairly certain you do," Hermione laughed, and he tightened his arm around her waist.

"What am I supposed to do without you next year?" asked Fred somberly.

"Make people laugh, the same way you always do," Hermione said.

"It isn't the same as making you laugh," he kissed her.

"Oi!" There was a great pounding at the door. "Open this ruddy door, Fred, before I blast it down!"

"Fuck," Fred groaned, sitting up. Hermione scrambled to find her clothes. "PISS OFF GEORGE!"

"I don't want your goop in my room!"

"Our what?!" Fred barely caught his pants when Hermione threw them towards him.

"HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO OUR SACRED PLACE OF PLOTTING AND DESTRUCTION?!"

"As if you never have!" Fred shouted back. Several laughs were heard down the stairs. "Fuck."

"They'll see me," Hermione turned red and pulled at her hair. "Oh, shit!"

"Fred!"

"George!"

"Lee!" cried a third voice. "Ow!"

"Piss off!" The twins shouted together.

"Let him in. I'll just wait until the coast is clear," Hermione said.

"Are you sure?"

"No," Hermione admitted, "But do it anyway."

"Fred, two more-"

"Just hold up!" Fred stood and waved his wand, adding under his breath, "Bloody wanker."

"Lovely to see you," George growled, shoving Fred's levitating trunk away from him and slamming the door on Lee.

"Hey!"

George muttered a Silencing Charm and rounded on Fred, "We agreed; not in our fucking room!"

"Except you broke that two months ago!" Fred crossed his arms over his chest.

"And last week, but to be fair, it's the only reason I keep my stuff in order," George admitted with a shrug.

"Are you mad or not?" Hermione asked, stunned.

"Not really."

"Boys," Hermione threw someone's pillow at him. He jumped and gave a high pitched squeak. "Now I'm stuck in here!"

"What a terrible crime," George rolled his eyes and sidestepped another pillow. "Fred, I gave you more than enough time to put a shirt on."

"How many times did you and Angelina do it today?" Fred asked. "You couldn't let me have just one?"

George turned red and mumbled, "It isn't any of your business."

"Can we not talk about this?" A very pink Hermione asked.

"If George wants to interrupt us, he's going to have to suffer the consequences," Fred said darkly.

"I'm going to go," George gave a fast, fake smile and left a cloud a dust as he ran from the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Fred grinned.

"See, easy as Vanishing," Fred kissed Hermione. "Only problem is you managed to get all your clothes back on."

"You're evil," Hermione sighed, sitting down on his bed. She'd come to terms with this a while ago. "You just chased George out of the room using nothing but... Awkwardness."

"It's a rare gift," Fred kissed her cheek, "but I happen to be immune."

"I know for a fact you aren't," Hermione said suspiciously.

"Oh yeah?"

"I know of three people who can make you awkward without a word."

"Do you really?"

"My mum, my dad, and Sirius," Hermione ticked them off on her fingers, then gave Fred a piercing look. He cringed.

"So I'm mostly immune, it counts."

"You can't be mostly immune to something," Hermione said.

"I can too," Fred kissed her cheek.

"No, you can't," Hermione kissed his jaw.

"Oh, I definitely can," Fred kissed her nose. Hermione was beginning to understand the phrase 'and one thing led to another.'

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To all of you who 'enjoyed' last chapter, trust me, you have very strong senses of justice. There is nothing wrong with you. It's natural (I think). I enjoyed it too... Besides that, I'm planning a far future encounter between Hermione and Sinclair in which she extracts her own justice. You know what they say; an eye for an eye *maniacal cackling*

You guys have given me too much power. It's going to my head.

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