Returned, I have! I love writing Fan Fiction, but I have trouble writing long chapters (but whom am I blaming?) I will try hard to make it longer, so as not to disappoint. Thanks for the reviews!

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Chapter 3: First Classroom Citizen

For the last five minutes, Hermione had been repeating a kind of mantra in her head, hoping for some holy enlightenment to dawn upon her desperate chants. Ok, to some it wouldn't have sounded like a question, but more a statement of anger towards ones luck.

Either way, Hermione could only think one thing as she lightly banged her head on her desk; 'Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? …'

Unfortunately, Hermione had forgotten the fact that other people were equipped naturally with the ability to see and hear, and were currently using those abilities to look at the young girl banging her head on her desk between two red heads.

"Trying to kill some brain cells so you can be fun, are you?" said George (I think), smirking at her flustered, angered attempts at speech. "Don't stop yet, you've still got hundreds to kill before you can be like us" said (presumably) Fred. "Like I would want to be like two idiotic, trouble making, havoc wreaking…"

"Terrifyingly handsome men!" they finished together. Hermione looked from one to the other from the corners of her eyes. Ok, so they had red hair, which, she thought, she rather fancied for some reason. And yes, she admired and was somewhat (Ha!) attracted to their ability to have fun, no matter what. And Quidditch had toned them up a bit, not that she was looking. And their eyes were always dancing with mischief, and whilst it was dangerous that you couldn't tell if they were lying, or what they were thinking, that mystery only made them more appealing. But not to Hermione Granger of course. She should have someone sensible, straight-laced and studious, just like she was. So, why then, was she staring at them, thinking these ludicrous things?

"She must agree with us George" said Fred happily, though the slight shock was not covered by it. "Or, she is thinking of an extremely witty comeback" George replied slowly, looking at the reddening bookworm.

What they had been saying finally registered in her usually sharp mind. She abruptly jumped up, knocking over her seat, and was meek no longer. "I DO NOT FIND EITHER OF YOU ATTRACTIVE YOU RUDDY GITS, AND FURTHER MORE-" "MS. GRANGER, WILL YOU STOP YELLING AND SIT DOWN! 10 POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!" Snape had just begun to explain the lesson when Hermione had burst out with her declaration.

"Sorry Sir" Hermione said quietly, picking up her chair and sitting down. She estimated that at least 80 percent of her face was at the very least bright pink. Fred and George were smiling and giggling at her embarrassment, whilst the rest of the class whispered and stared.

"That was wicked" whispered George, pretending to pay attention, which was difficult, seeing as every few giggles, a louder laugh would suddenly spring forth. "Yeah, bloody brilliant, and I thought you weren't fun" Fred said, basically in the same condition as his other half.

"I didn't do it on purpose!" Hermione whispered irritated the only one of the three trying to concentrate on the lesson. "You two made me do that," she said, turning to the correct page after three attempts to do so.

"So we made you do that did we?" Fred asked slyly, leaning slightly closer to Hermione, who was now struggling to concentrate on a sentence, what with Fred's breath on her head taking a large portion of her concentration.

"I know some things we'd like to make you do" George said in a low voice, leaning in just as his brother had.

Ok, one of these, admittedly somewhat attractive ('cough'denial'cough') was hard enough, but two! Hermione was now struggling to comprehend one word. She swallowed, trying to sound offended, but sounding more curious and afraid, "Like what?"

Fred and George burst out laughing, earning glares and questioning looks from other students, and losing ten points from their house. Well, you win some you lose some. "Ah, you're so funny, 'Mione" one of them said, she was too concerned with willing her face to return to its normal colour, and then be furious at the twins.

"We like you" they said together, smiling as they started reading, or pretending to, read their books. Hermione however, was sitting bolt upright with eyes wide. She definitely heard that. At that point, both battles were lost. The blush she was trying to suppress seemed to be doing a victory dance from her cheeks, moving up her nose and down her neck, celebrating their victory.

The second battle, while still there, had temporarily surrendered and receded. There was no way she could be angry with them at that moment, not when she felt so…

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Done!

I hope you like it, it's a bit longer, so I'm trying t make it longer slowly.

Please review, I love them.

And FRED AND GEORGE ARE HOT!

Bye!

Gemagi-chan