A/N Okay,, when I went to upload this I realized that one pack of exploding snap wouldn't do it, so I decided to have Fred put in a couple dunbombs and some Filibusters No-Heat wet start fireworks in there, along with a water bottle, which the exploding snap would blast open. K? K.

They came into the living room and all sat down. Hermione and Ron were laughing about something, and George wad still galring. Fred was looking at George with a thoughtful expression on his face. SUddenly, Fred's expression grew mischevious.
Hermione finally noticed George glaring at Ron.
"Have you had a nice summer so far, George?" she politely inquired.
"Erm... yes... I think so... better now..." he managed.
Hermione looked at him quizzically while Fred grinned. Once again, his birthday had come early.
"So, George," Fred said lazily. "Angelina said she might come down soon... What do you say we go do something?"
George looked awake for the first time.
"Ha! You kidding? I don't want to play gooseberry- especially not with you two!"
"Who says you have to?" Fred said significantly, looking at Hermione and waggling his eyebrows. Hermione, catching his meaning, blushed. George, startled, jumped, then glared at Fred. There was an awkward silence until Ron, confused, asked, "Hey, why'd everyone stop talking all suddenlike for?"
Fred, George and Hermione sweatdrop. (A/N Oh yeah... HP isn't anime... oh welL!)
Well, Hermione said brightly, I think I'll go unpack..."
She left the room ubruptly. Fred sniggered, and George looked at him suspiciously.
"Fred..." he started, then thought better of it and simply followed Hermione out.
Ron, confused, asked "Hey, why'd they leave?"
Fred sighed, then went over to Ron. "Ron , you might as well learn this now as later. Big girls and big boys..."
****

George was outside Hermione's roon when he heard her scream and run out into the hall. WHen she saw him she grabbed him, shaking wiolently. Reflexively, George put his arms around her.
"What happened, Hermione?" he asked urgently.
"My... my... trunk... it exploded!!"
'Fred, you idiot! I'll kill him... ' George thouhgt angrily.
He led Hermione over to a chair where they sat down(Hermione wouldn't let go) and he tried to soothe her and not think about how wonderful she smelled or how light and soft she felt.
Percy came out of his room, irritated.
"What on earth is going on? I happened to be oncentrating very hard, a little peace and- oh." as he saw Hermione, "What happened?"
"Fred, that idiot, made her trunk explode when she opened it," George said with barely controlled fury in his voice.
Percy looked at him sternly. "Are you quite certain that you had nothing to do with this, George?"
"Do you think I would scare her like this?" He asked angrily, his arms tightening around her. She looked up, calmer now.
"Are you okay, Hermione?" He asked her softly. "Let's take you downstair's to Mum, alright?"
SHe nodded, still visibly shaken.
****

In the kitchen, he handed her over reluctantly to Mrs. Weasley. He told her the story and her eyes snapped with fury. SHe started to go into the living room when George stopped her.
"If you don't mind, Mum, I'll deal with this," he said, his vouice low.
Mrs. Weasley looked at him. She seemed as if she would've smiled knowingly, if it wasn't for hermione.As it was, she just nodded. Then she turned back to Hermione.
"Here, love, drink some of this nice soup..."
George looked back on his way out, and had a brief, intense wish that he could say taht very same thing to Hermione, exactly worded. Then he shook himself and walked out.
Hermione meekly drank the soup. She had a bit more color in her face, then she grinned.
"What dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked anxiously.
"Good thing all my books were in another bag!"

A/N I just remember Harry CAN"T go to the Weasley b/c of Dumblydore and Voldie... but I shall let him anyways!

Disclaimer. Don't own nuthin'. (Actually, that's a double negative. I do own something, but those are just chickens. What I don't own is Harry Potter and friends. Hey, I wonder if you have to buy them, likw Barbie's friends... Hey, you do, don't you! I saw a George at Wal-Mart... I'd buy him way before Potter!)