'"-AND YOU ENDANGERED HERMIONE'S HEALTH, NOT INCLUDING HER THINGS, WHICH I ONLY BARELY MANAGED TO RESCUE, GAVE US A BAD REPUTATION, WE WERE LUCKY HER PARENTS LET HER STAY WITH US AT ALL, AND YOU HAD TO GO DO THAT TO HER, I'M SO ASHAMED OF YOU! YOU HAD A BETTER UPBRINGING THAN THAT, PERCY, BILL AND CHARLIE NEVER GAVE US SUCH TROUBLE! NOW GET OUT OF MY SIGHT, AND STAY OUT UNTIL I DECIDE WHAT TO DO WITH YOU!" Mrs. Weasly finally finished ranting at Fred after about a half an hour, and he slunk to his room like a dog with its tail between it's legs. Mrs, Weasley, while letting George do his worst, still wanted to scream at Fred. She didn't punish him, just yelled, and let George do the rest. Hermione and Ron were laughing at him in the living room, then they went into the kitchen, as Fred had postponed their supper.
"Could you please pass the biscuits, George?" Hermione asked, smiling at George, who stuttered and handed them, staring at her. Hermione giggled a little, and took a biscuit.
"Hey all," Ron said through a mouthful of food, "What about Quidditch tomorrow morning? Harry isn't here yet, but we could go two against two, with Hermione."
"Oh no, you know I don't play- I don't even know how to play, other than the basic rules, you can't really learn this from the ground reading!"
"Oh, come ON Hermione, it's not that hard! You could learn in a second! And we need another player!"
"Well, get someone to teach me then!"
"Fine, I will!"
George sputtered into his glass of milk. "Come on Ron, she should learn from an expert!" Then remembering he was shy, he blushed.
Hermione smirked. "Such as you? Do your worst."
George grinned, up to the challenge.

A/N- Ok, if you haven't noticed, in this one I'm NOT going along with the fifth book, I'm just going to finish it out in the vein I've been going in. This isn't the most plot-ful fic if you've noticed, so just bear with me. Thanks to my darling T.E.S.P. for making me write more!