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Ch. 13

"Your brilliant, George."

"Ah, my dear Fred, you are much more 'brillianter'."

The twins chuckled to themselves and straightened their ties. When they looked down, they could see their reflections in their shoes. Such an accomplishment as that took hours, because before, the shoes were mud-caked and quite scuffed up.

Walking side by side, they ran their fingers through their hair in unison, (their own hair, mind you,) and took one last glance before stepping out of the boys dorm.

"Oh, hello Hermione. Did you sleep com-for-table-y?" Fred said slowly, as if talking to a mute.

"Why, yes I did, Fred, thank you."

"That is very good, Her-my-o-knee," George replied.

"What is up with you two this morning?"

Fred raised his eyebrow and smirked. "Noth-ing, Her-me. We are per-fect-lee fine."

"Yes, we are," George added.

Hermione put her hands on her hips and gave an annoyed look. "I don't understand."

"Of course you don't, silly," George said slower than ever.

"What?" Hermione gasped. "I know a whole lot more than you two."

Fred and George laughed and walked past her, each giving her a pat on the head, like you would with a dog.

Just then, Ginny walked in and put a hand on Hermione's shoulder. "Let's go to lunch," she said. Hermione nodded her head and they walked together to the Great Hall and sat down to eat their breakfast.

Just when Hermione was about to take her first bite, Fred and George took a seat next to her. They smiled falsely and pretended to be extremly interested in the wooden table.

"What now?" She asked, reading their faces.

"Nothing!" George said quickly. "OUCH!" He yelped, recieving a rather painful kick in the leg from Fred. "I mean, nothing," he corrected his voice into a nonchalant tone, all the while glaring at Fred.

"What?" Ginny asked, knowing perfectly well that nothing wasn't it.

"Er...'Mione, can I talk to you?" Fred asked.

"Okay..."

They got up and walked to the far end in the hall.

"Um...well...you see..."

"WHAT?"

"MeandGeorgesawyourtestscoresandtheyweren'tthebestintheworld," he said rather quickly.

"Could you repeat that? A bit slower?"

Fred sighed. "Me and George-"

"George and I," she corrected.

"Right, whatever," he said, glancing at George. "Me and George we serving a detention and we had to sort tests into alphabetical order and we saw yours and it wasn't the best in the class and it wasn't the worst either but it was not the best grade too and..." he took a big breath.

Hermione's face was pale as a ghost, and her eyes became an odd hue.