A/N: I want to note that I got the information about the types of wandwood from Pottermore. It is in quotations and italicized.

Revenge

Ginny came bounding down the stairs, stuffing a container of clear nail polish into her pocket. She entered the room she and Hermione shared and shut the door behind her.

"I finished it. They won't be able to wash it off here. They can always go to the flat though." Ginny mentioned to Hermione.

Hermione smiled. "I have a plan for that."

Ginny cocked her eyebrow. "You're going to break into their flat?"

"After everything we've done, you don't believe I can? I hardly think a bit of breaking and entering will be much of a challenge." Hermione answered, her eyes sparkling, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"I know that if anyone could, it would be you… man… you're a bit scary sometimes… you know that right?" Ginny answered.

She laughed. Ginny sounded so much like Ron. "Yes, I suppose I can be. It will actually be quite easy. They leave the wards down during the day and just use a locking spell while they are there." Hermione stood and started to slowly pace. "We can't floo directly to the flat, because they have an alert on it. I can, however, advert their attention elsewhere while I hurry up the stairs. Their locking spell only allows their wands to open the door, but George always has a habit of leaving his wand behind the counter since he's learned to do wandless cleaning spells… tsk tsk tsk… such a dim mistake for such a brilliant mind." Hermione turned and grinned at Ginny.

"Won't he realize his wand is gone?" Ginny asked.

"All I need is a flick if the wrist with his wand from downstairs. If I can make it up the stairs and open it within about a minute it won't relock. When I am finished, it will let me out, but I won't be able to go back in without using one of their wands again." Hermione explained while she put on her shoes.

"Do you want me to go with you?" Ginny asked.

"That is up to you, but you have to stay in the shop. I go up to the flat alone." Hermione told her.

Ginny nodded. "I actually need more pygmy puff food, so I'll come with you."

XxXxXx

A half an hour later, the girls were walking down Diagon Alley.

"Now it's very important that Fred not know I'm with you… at least not until after. If he sees us coming in together, he won't leave me alone. I wish Harry had left his cloak at home today." Hermione mentioned. Harry started making it a habit to bring his invisibility cloak with him to work. It seemed to come in handy on multiple occasions.

Hermione allowed Ginny to walk ahead of her. Ginny was to go in and make Fred take her towards the second floor of the shop.

Hermione stayed tight to the brick side of the building and allowed Ginny to go in. She stood there and counted off two minutes before peering in the corner of the window. No ginger was in sight so she immobilized the bell on the door and slid inside, only opening it enough to get her frame in. She closed it quietly behind her and hurried to the counter, crouching as she went. She saw George turn to the front and she ducked behind the register and held her breath.

She heard him coming closer. Trying to take deep breath without much sound, she held it again and pointed her wand towards the firework display toward the back of the room. "Confringo!" She whispered. Fireworks started to blast toward the ceiling.

"Bloody Hell!" George yelled, turning on his feet and running toward the back. "Pubescent pricks!" He mumbled.

She smiled at his choice of words, rolling her eyes, and sighed in relief. She popped her head up behind the register and smiled when she saw his dogwood wand with the woven handle.

She ducked back down and grabbed blindly for it. Grasping the cold wood between her finger tips, she turned and flicked the wand toward the top of the stairs that led to the flat. She set his wand down the same way she found it and hurried up the stairs in a crouch. She heard Fred and Ginny's voices behind her and she dove for the door.

Once opened, she shut it quickly, turning the knob so the latch didn't sound.

She pressed her ear to the door and held her breath.

"What's wrong, Fred?" She heard Ginny ask.

"Nothing… I just thought I heard feet on the stairs…" Fred answered. "No one there though. Those fireworks must have screwed up my hearing."

Hermione stepped away from the door and let out the breath she was holding.

She turned toward the flat and took a deep breath. A mix of oak and citrus… a bit of gunpowder… something cocoa. She smiled. She felt calmed by the smell. She realized the mix of the twins was starting to become as comforting as the mix of Harry and Ron use to be.

Realizing she was lingering longer than she intended, she headed toward the hallway and remembered she'd never been back there before.

She opened the first door and found a room with teal walls and an orange bedspread, neatly made. A pile of chocolate frogs and other sweets sat on the desk with multiple quiddich magazines stacked according to size. "George." She said out loud. George was the more organized of the two.

While both brothers liked to play quiddich and watch games, George's fascination went deeper than Fred's. He enjoyed keeping up with the newest quiddich news, moves, and memorabilia. He enjoyed all the technicalities that went into playing his favorite game.

George always had a bit of a sweet tooth. Fred, on the other hand, enjoyed richer, heavier foods. George always seemed to have a sugar quill for Hermione whenever she had a craving for one. He told her that sugar quills were far too boring for him, but he kept a stock of her and Ginny's favorite sweets for when Aunt Flo came to visit. When she narrowed her eyes and scowled at him over his comment, he waved a sugar quill in front of her face.

She shut the door and turned to the door across the hall. She knew this must be Fred's room. She opened the door and grinned. Fuchsia walls, black bedspread in a heap in the middle of the bed, black silk sheets. She rolled her eyes. "Oh, brother!" She murmured under her breath. She noticed a fake rain machine beside his bed and she could smell the rain. It reminded her that Fred had always been hyperaware of the five senses and loved to entice them.

He thoroughly enjoyed vivid colors; enjoying the sight of sunrises and sunsets, the deep purples and blues of annual plants and the bright pinks and yellows of perennials.

He enjoyed deep earthy, natural smells; anything woody or wild... like flowers, dirt, moss, rain... she supposed this had something to do with the reason why his pheromones smelled of grass and oak.

He loved the sounds of nature that went along with the smells. He once told her that the sweetest sound was the air rushing past him and the sound of crickets when he would go on late night rides on his broom in the summer. She also noticed that quiet noises affected him just as much as the loud wooshing of the air on his broom. When she would whisper in his ear or say his name quietly, goosebumps would appear on his freckled skin and he would sometimes shiver.

His sense of taste always made her curious. He could bite into something and decipher what ingredients were put into the edible item. When he was young, his mother would take him to her sister's house and have him try the recipes that her sister kept under lock and key and he would spit out each ingredient to her. It wouldn't take her long before she twerked the recipes enough to make them taste like her sister's. To be honest, it made Hermione a bit self conscious when they were snogging.

She shouldn't be surprised of his choice in bed linen. Climbing into bed at night and feeling the cool, soft silk against his skin probably felt like heaven to him. He loved running his hands through her soft curls while they talked. He had started the habit or rubbing a piece of her hair through his thumb and forefinger back at Grimmauld Place. She usually hated when people messed with her hair; it always seemed to make her hair more bushy. For some reason, and she wasn't sure why, she always allowed him to do it. It was something that Ron and her had fought about on multiple occasions. When she began to notice the personality differences in the twins years ago at Hogwarts, she noticed that while he was deep in thought, he enjoyed pouring sand through his fingers while he sat close to shore by the Black Lake. He also loved to place his hand flat on top of the water, so that his palm barely touched the surface and slowly moved it back and forth.

Even his 14 inch cedar wand has a handle that mimics the texture of a pine cone. The wand does seem to choose the wizard. It knew that Fred would appreciate the detail and texture of the handle. The cedar wood chooses wizards who have a deep loyalty to their friends and family. She remembered what Ollivander had said the day she was looking for her wand. "I have never yet met the owner of a cedar wand whom I would care to cross, especially if harm is done to those of whom they are fond. The witch or wizard who is well-matched with cedar carries the potential to be a frightening adversary, which often comes as a shock to those who have thoughtlessly challenged them."

It intrigued her that Fred hadn't ended up with a dogwood wand like George. Ollivander told her that "dogwood wands are quirky and mischievous; they have playful natures and insist upon partners who can provide them with scope for excitement and fun". The twins were extremely mischievous and Fred always seemed the more outgoing twin when pulling a prank, if the wand of loyalty chose him, she wondered just how deep it would go. It seemed to explain his loyalty to Alicia… she had been his friend through all his years at Hogwarts. He had agreed never to speak to her again even though Hermione told him that he didn't have to do that; Hermione suddenly felt a warm appreciation for Fred. If he was willing to do that for her, he must love Hermione.

She sighed and closed his door. Onto the bathroom and to the real reason why she was there. She pushed open the door that was already open a crack and found a small yellow bathroom with a white tub and pale purple tiles.

She yanked open the clear shower curtain and waved her wand, making the shampoo lid stick to the bottle. She grabbed the half used bar of soap and pulled out the clear nail polish.

She quickly applied a layer of the nail polish and used a drying charm to set it. She put it back where she found it and closed the curtain. She backed out of the bathroom and returned the door to its original resting place.

XxXxXx

"Get me a butterbeer while you're up there, Freddie!" George yelled to him as he ascended the stairs.

Ginny hurried from the back of the store, her eyes as round as saucers. "Fred! Fred! I need your help!" She tried calling out.

"What do you need baby sister?" George asked.

She turned to look at George. "Er… well… it's kind of business about…" Now what could Fred help her with that George couldn't? "Hermione! Yea. I haven't gotten her a Christmas present yet and I needed some help." Ginny bit her lip. Hermione was going to be so disappointed in her for letting Fred get into the flat.

George put an arm around her, seeing her worried expression. "No worries… if you can't think of anything just go the safe route and get her a book."

Ginny nodded. "Right. A book…" She looked toward the stairs.

XxXxXx

Fred flicked his wand at the doorknob and the door creaked open. He hummed to himself as he made his way toward the sitting room.

"What…?" He could have sworn he saw something down the hall. He quickly made his way down the hall, to the cracked bathroom door and raised his wand.

Pushing it open, he found no one. He sighed in relief.

XxXxXx

When Hermione heard Fred coming up the stairs, she hid in George's room. She silenced the door from making any noise and opened it just a pinch to see where Fred was.

She found him in the bathroom, back towards her. She bit her lip. Should she make a run for it? She heard his stream start to flow and realized he was urinating. She took another look towards him and saw he was still facing the other way.

She pulled open the door and tiptoed out into the open part of the flat and towards the door.

XxXxXx

Fred zipped up his trousers, flushed the toilet and washed his hands. While he was drying them he heard a creak of the floorboards. He bounded out of the bathroom and into the main living quarters. Nothing. He looked toward the door that he left open and hurried over.

XxXxXx

Hermione hurried down the steps and pressed herself against the wall by the last step and poked her head out. Ginny saw Hermione's head as she and George headed toward the register and tried pulling George the other way.

"Ginny! You are so impatient! Give me one second!" George admonished.

Ginny chewed her lip and looked back towards the pygmy puffs. She flicked her wand towards the display. "Cistem aperio!"

All of a sudden, dozens of pygmy puff cages opened and the puffs scattered all over. George hurried over and crouched down to grab them.

Ginny turned to find Hermione slipping out the front door. She sighed in relief and grabbed her chest. She hurried out the front door after her and heard Fred come running down the stairs when she was a few feet from the register, but made it out of the glass door before Fred noticed her.

XxXxXx

Fred found no one on the stairs and hurried down them, shutting the door behind him. He saw little poofs of brightly colored balls rolling all over the store.

"George? What happened?" Fred asked, picking up a few.

"Oh I dunno…. they just looked like they needed a walk…" George retorted, rolling his eyes. "I don't know! Why don't you ask Ginny?!" He stood and turned and found no Ginny. "Ginny? Where'd she go?" George looked around for a second before setting the caught pygmy puffs back inside their pink cages.

XxXxXx

Ginny was beaming and skipping through the streets. "I can't believe Fred didn't catch you! This is great! How did you escape?"

Hermione laughed. "He ended up using the restroom, so I tiptoed out while he was turned toward the toilet. The floorboard creaked and I thought I was a dead man. I figured if he saw me down at the bottom I could tell him I was waiting for him. Luckily you freed those pygmy puffs just in time." Hermione grabbed Ginny's hand when they reached the disapparating point and they appeared outside the gate at the burrow.

"The poor twins… they're having a rough day." Ginny mentioned in mock sympathy.

Hermione grinned. "Yea…and it's about to get a bit rougher."

XxXxXx

The twins would arrive at the burrow in two minutes. Ginny kept Mrs. Weasley busy in the sitting room by looking through pictures of their wedding day and telling stories while Hermione waited outside.

The window was partly open even though it was cold so that Hermione could hear Ginny's cue.

Hermione wrapped her arms around herself and paced. She was a bit nervous on how this was going to work; hopefully it would work as planned.

"FRED! GEORGE! YOU STARTLED ME!" Hermione heard Ginny yell.

Hermione took a deep breath and screamed. "HELP! FRED! GEORGE! GINNY! PLEASE!"

There was a rustle and the back door opened. The two boys stood at the doorway but didn't come out.

"What is it Hermione?" Fred asked.

Slightly panicked that they didn't step out of the door, she buried her face on her hands and started to pretend to sob. As she hoped, both boys stepped out onto the welcome mat.

She looked up just in time to see the buckets of molasses dump over them and the chicken feathers follow.

They both stood there with their arms out in front of them, a look of surprise frozen on their faces. Hermione couldn't help but grin.

At seeing her expression, both boys started toward her. "What do you think… bagock! Bock... bock... bock... bagock!" George clucked like a chicken. His hands went up to his ribs, his elbows sticking out. He started to flap his arms like wings. "Bagock!"

Hermione covered her mouth with her hand to stifle her laugh.

"You did this!?" Fred asked her, his eyes wide. "Hermi… BOCK!" Fred's hands went to his ribs just like his brothers and began to flap his arms. His head started to bob forward and Hermione bit her lip, trying to hide the large smile on her face.

She looked to Ginny who was bent double giggling, her face as scarlet as her hair. Her eyes went to Mrs. Weasley who had her lips pursed, trying to hide a smile.

The boys moved toward Hermione flapping their arms, clucking, and bobbing their heads. Every once in awhile they would stop and bend to peck towards the ground.

"What did you.. BOCK… BAGOCK… do to us?" George asked.

Hermione shrugged her shoulders. "It'll stop when you wash it off…" She mentioned, chewing on the inside of her cheek, while trying to keep a straight face.

"Why? BOCK!" Fred asked.

"Well… George said it was war when he sent the fairy dust so we wanted revenge for that and the toothbrush. We thought the chicken feathers would be a nice touch since you two acted like chickens yesterday… and even before then. You had multiple chances to tell me what was really going on, but you two made Harry and Bill do the dirty work. So... all's fair in love and war." Her grin dropped a bit when the sentence reminded her of Ron. "And…" she continued, "it's a bit of both." She closed her eyes and shook her head, the grin reappearing on her face.

When she opened her eyes, however, she found that the twins did not find the humor in it. Both were shooting her eye daggers while they flapped their wings.

"Ever been attacked by rogue poultry? ...Bagock!" George asked her. Her smile faded and she ran.

The boys tried to chase after her, but found it rather hard to catch up while their arms flapped and their heads kept trying to peck at the ground.

"Oi, just go wash it off, you wankers!" Ginny yelled toward them.

They turned on her and started toward her and the house. Hermione watched as they entered through the kitchen door, feathers falling off behind them. Hermione sat against a tree trunk close to the door.

A few minutes later, Ginny headed back out the kitchen door toward Hermione.

"Mum's angry… or so she says. She had a hard time keeping the scowl on her face and her eyes looked delighted." Ginny smiled and took a seat next to Hermione. "The boys are in the shower." Ginny's grin became even more mischievous.

XxXxXx

Fred hurried to get his sticky clothes off, which was quite a task since his arms kept flapping, and jumped into the shower. George had flooed to the flat to get cleaned up.

Once undressed, he hurried to turn on the water and he stood under the stream of hot spray, sighing as the heat hit his sore muscles. He lifted his hands to run his fingers through his sticky hair and realized it wasn't coming out. Perhaps some shampoo would help.

He reached for one of the shampoo bottles and it wouldn't open. He groaned in frustration and picked up Hermione's honey and chamomile shampoo. It, too, was also sealed shut. His jaw clenched.

He set it back down and grabbed a bar of soap. It'd do. He got it wet and worked his hands around it to get it to lather. For some reason, it wasn't lathering. He felt his frustration make its way to his face and caused him to flush.

He set it down and tried furiously to rid his ginger hair of the thick brown substance to no avail. He turned off the hot water with a growl and wrapped a big, white towel around his waist. At least his clucking had seemed to diminish.

He hurried down the stairs yelling for Hermione and Ginny. He was met at the bottom of the stairs by his twin in his bathrobe, his hair still full of the gooey substance.

"YOU TOO?" Fred asked, shocked.

"THEY BROKE INTO OUR FLAT!" George yelled. He tore open the kitchen door and spotted the girls. "YOU!" He screamed, pointing a finger at them.

Fred followed him out the backdoor. His eyes landed on Hermione and found her staring at his chest, her head turned a bit to the side, a smile on her face. Fred couldn't help, but grin.

"What did you do?" George asked. "Hermione!?" Hermione startled back to the present.

"Oh! Um… what seems to be the problem?" Hermione asked, feigning innocence.

"Inside! Now!" George barked. The girls just sat there. He pulled out his wand. "Expelliarmus!" Both girl's wands flew toward him. He pointed his wand towards them. "UP!"

The girls jumped up, hands up in surrender and they started toward the boys.

"Easy!" Fred whispered in George's ear.

George stepped to the side and allowed the girls to head inside in front of them, George nudging Hermione toward the sitting room with his wand.

The girls sat on the sofa and the boys stood in front of them.

"What did you do to the soap?" Fred asked.

Ginny spoke up. "Well… it's actually a pretty simple muggle trick… if you apply a layer of clear nail polish on the bar soap it'll keep it from lathering."

Hermione watched Fred's face as Ginny spoke. He kept a frown on his face, but his eyes seemed to flicker in amusement when Ginny explained this. Hermione bit her bottom lip to keep from grinning.

"How did you break into our flat?" George asked Ginny.

"Er…well, actually… that was Hermione's doing." Ginny said, looking toward Hermione.

The twins eyes settled on Hermione's face. "Well… really, George made it too easy. You should never leave your wand unattended George." His eyes narrowed. "You see… when you went to deal with those fireworks, I grabbed your wand and flicked it toward the door…"

"YOU DID THAT?!" George yelled. "You owe me fourteen galleons for those fireworks!"

Hermione nodded. "I almost got caught by Fred, but luckily he had to use the loo. I hurried out the door and down the stairs while he finished."

"I knew I heard something!" Fred exclaimed.

"Wait! Did you set the pygmy puffs loose, too?" George asked. Hermione furrowed her brow.

"Uh… no… that was me. You were going back to the register and Hermione was stuck in the staircase." Ginny mentioned.

Hermione chewed her thumbnail, a mix of worry and amusement on her face. She stood and pulled a bar of soap out of her pocket. "Truce?" She asked, holding it out to George.

He eyed her for a moment. She turned her head to the side and gave him a sweet smile.

"That only works on Fred!" George mentioned. She bit her lip and looked down. "Argh! Fine!" George yelled, grabbing the soap from her and heading toward the stairs.

"What about the shampoo bottles?" George asked, turning around.

"Just a sticking spell..." Hermione answered. He nodded and ascended the stairs.

Hermione collapsed on the sofa, sighing in relief.

"I thought George was going to hex the curls off your head." Ginny mentioned.

Hermione smiled. "You got out of this pretty easy, Ginny." She mentioned.

"I dealt with Mum."

Hermione nodded. "Okay. It's fair." She looked up to find Fred still standing there.

"Hermione…could I see you upstairs for a moment." Fred mentioned, his eyes narrow.

Hermione bit her lip and nodded. Great. Now she has to calm this one down. At least this one was easier. She headed up the stairs behind him.

He entered her room and she followed, turning to shut the door before turning to face him. He grabbed her hand, spinning her around before the door could shut the whole way and pressed his lips against hers. She fell back against the door and it closed the rest of the way. He cupped her face and pulled his lips off of hers. She stood, a look of surprise on her face, causing him to chuckle.

He nuzzled his nose against hers and gripped her hips. "My sexy little minx."

Her eyebrows shot up.

The right corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk. "That was absolutely brilliant. I didn't know you had it in you. You are so sexy when you pull a prank."

His lips found hers again and her hands slipped around the back of his neck. When they pulled apart, she giggled, relieved. "Thanks… I guess."

He slipped his hand around her neck and up through her curls. "Mixing muggle and wizard pranks…pure genius. We should work together. For products in the shop, I mean."

She nodded, her hands running down his bare chest. "I wouldn't be opposed to that."

He grinned and leaned in to capture her lips again.