A/N: So how was the first chapter? Well, I will continue!

"What are you two doing here?" she asked amazed.

"We went through the passage in the cellar of Honeydukes," Fred said pushing himself passed her and walking to the center of the common room.

"We're here on business," George said following. They both carried large bags at their sides.

"But how . . ." she began until she was cut off.

"Everyone gather round," Fred said making gestures with his hands for everyone to come closer. Hermione was baffled. What on earth were they doing here? Business?

"George, I can't let you do this. As a school prefect, I have to make sure everyone follows the rules, and there has to be something about ex- students sneaking in and selling joke supplies. I won't see it done!" she said forcefully. George just looked at her and laughed.

"Oh Hermione don't be so naïve," he said putting his hand on her head and messing up her hair.

"Honestly, you can be so childish at times!" Fred said showing some of her fellow Gryffindor's something purple that looked very hard. When Fred popped it into his mouth, fire came bursting out of his ears, and his face turned blue. Hermione gasped.

"Doesn't that hurt?" she asked curiously.

"Not really. George and I have built up an immunity." George nodded as he swallowed a chewy green taffy. Suddenly, his feet were gigantic. Jumping and landing on them cause air – or whatever it was – to travel up his body to where his head was all puffed up.

"Is that safe?" she asked again. She had never seen so many strange things before.

"Oh course it is!" Fred said excitedly. George smiled.

"And, if you die, there's a money back guarantee!" George said. Fred sniggered.

"Oh, well that makes me feel so much better about them," she said dryly. "This is really ridiculous, boys! Run along now, before someone comes in and you get caught."

"Boys? Since when have we been boys?" Fred asked collecting a sickle from a small first year.

"Yeah, the last time I check, we were eighteen!" George said. He looked as if he were about to get angry.

Well, fine. Be as you will." She sniffed. "But if McGonagall or Dumbledore comes in here, you tell them I had nothing to do with it! I'm going to bed." She stalked off. She did not get far, however, when she saw who was coming down the stairs.

"OH! It's ickle Ronikens! Come over here little brother." Fred motioned to him. Ron's face was covered in pure delight. He had not seen his brothers since before the start of term, and was completely infatuated with all of their jokes.

"Ron, good, you're here." Hermione walked over to him. "No tell your brothers to leave. I've tried but they won't listen to me."

"Oh come on Hermione. They're just trying to have a bit of fun." He said not even looking at her. "Besides, who says they'll listen to me. They never have before." He walked over to them, just leaving her there. Oh, the nerve!

"Fine," she called after him. "But if they are caught, it's your fault."

He turned to face her. "My fault?"

"Yes, yours. You are the one allowing them to stay here." She was boiling up with anger now.

"Oh, please. You are the smartest girl in school, and you can't even figure out how to get rid of my brothers?" He gave her a dry look. She noticed that a compliment was hidden in there, and felt her cheeks redden. Hopefully, he would take it for anger.

"Ronald Weasley, you disgust me, and I never want to hear your voice again!" She strode to the stairs leading up to the girl's dormitories. Looking back, she glared at him; he glared back. Making a noise of frustration, she headed up the stairs.

The nerve! He had no right to talk to her that way. As much as the anger boiled up inside her, there was a knot inside her head that would not take part. Something in it said, You had no right either.

Opening the door to her bedchamber, she found Lavender and Parvati sitting on their beds in deep discussion. When they heard the door open they looked up quickly and became silent.

"Sorry, did I interrupt something?" she said apologetically. Lavender sniffed, and Parvati simply said "No."

"Fred and George are down stairs if you are interested. They are selling some of their odd creations." Feeling guilty, she thought she would help the Weasley's out a bit.

"We're not interested," Lavender said venomously. They could be so rude when someone interrupted their gossiping.

"Oh, well, don't mind me. I'm just going to go to bed." She quickly undressed and put on her night gown. Crookshanks who was sleeping at the edge of her bed, looked up when she sat down. She gave him a rub on his head and he fell back to sleep. Such a lazy cat.

Tucking herself deep into the warm covers of her bed, she tried to find a comfortable position. Nothing came. When she looked up at Lavender and Parvati, she noticed they were till staring at her, waiting for her to do something. Probably go to sleep so they could continue their gossiping.

Sighing, she turned on her side, away from them, and closed her eyes. No sleep came. She was still all worked up from her fight with Ron. Why did she do that? She knew Ron and his brothers were way out of line but she still felt as if it were her fault. Probably because it was. She could have asked nicely for Fred and George to go – eve though they still would not have. She knew that for a fact. She could have cast them in body binds and drag them out. But then she would probably have gotten caught. She could have just let them stay without saying a word. She was a bit to harsh sometimes.

She needed to get off of the subject. How in the world was she going to fall asleep if she kept this up? She though of the fire down I the common room. That always made her sleepy. Yet, before she could think of anything else, she saw Sirius' head pop into it. She felt a tear trickle down her cheek, as it had done before. To think, it was only last year that Sirius was helping Dumbledore and all the other save the lot of them.

Hermione sat straight up. Lavender gave a small little gasp of surprise. She ignored it. It was last year EXACTLY that Sirius died. It all fit. Harry was so miserable not from just the memory but the day it happened. She had to go tell Ron. Sliding out of her bed and quickly putting on her robe, she opened to door and strode down the girl's dormitory steps.

A/N: Hopefully you liked that chapter. Ok, lets go on the Chapter three . . .