Their time in the sun had quickly passed as they all dozed off, and before Hermione knew it, it was time to meet with Harry and Ron.

Neville had decided to join in on their study group; he would need all the help he could get, especially with Snape always being on his case.

The rest of the boys had decided to stay under the tree, knowing they were probably not going to attend any class today.

As she was walking away from them, part of her was screaming at her to stay, mostly because her eyes hadn't gotten enough of a certain Weasley twin.


"Are you sure you have to leave Hermione? Seamus was thinking about sneaking a couple of snacks out and have a picnic out here." Asked Dean as Hermione played with her water bottle.

"I'd stay, but I already promised Harry and Ron that I'd help them. Are you sure you don't need any help? You can never be too sure of an assignment when it comes to Professor Snape." Asked Hermione, causing Dean to laugh.

"I think I'll be okay. Maybe if you guys finish early, you could come back and join us." He suggested and Hermione nodded.

During Dean and Hermione's chat, they didn't notice the rest of the boys standing us and chasing each other around the fields on green grass. Seamus tackled Fred while George and Neville were running after each other in circles. The laughter and innocent fun radiated from the boys, forming a smile on the faces of the two teens sitting in the shade.

Hermione opened her water bottle and took a couple of swigs, not noticing how parched she was or how dry her throat felt. Her eyes didn't leave the boys in front of her, she enjoyed seeing them having fun and playing around.

"Oi! Stay down!" Yelled Seamus as Fred managed to get up after being tackled.

"Or what? You'll blow me up, Finnigan?" Laughed Fred, running after his twin.

George managed to get one of Neville's shoes off of him and began to toss it around. He passed it to Fred, not realizing that he had thrown it too high.

"I've got it!" Yelled Fred before leaping up, trying to get the shoe.

Fred's long body stretched out, his strong arms reaching up above him. Hermione's eyes couldn't help but lower down to his abdomen where his shirt had been lifted, taking in his smooth skin and the subtle trail of hair which disappeared under his belt. The years of training had morphed his body into a completely different one, like the ones Hermione would see on men's underwear stores whenever she went shopping with her mum.

Hermione forgot that she was still drinking water and choked on it, spitting it out as she coughed for air.

"Merlin, you alright?" Asked Dean as he pat her back.

She nodded, her cheeks flushed.

"Yup, sorry I've got to go. See you later." She said quickly and stood up before calling Neville's name.

Fred handed Neville his shoe while Hermione walked over to them.

"You've got something on your chin." Fred pointed out to her.

Hermione's hand shot up to her chin and wiped the water that had managed to dribble down her chin, a few droplets managing to run down her neck.

"Right, well off we go Neville. We go. Off we are." Said Hermione quickly, avoiding looking at the Fred.

"Okay. See you guys later." Said Neville at the guys and walked off, struggling to catch up to Hermione as she sped walked off towards the castle.

"What was that all about?" Asked Seamus.

Fred shrugged his shoulders while George smirked.

"Little Granger is a liar." Said George to himself, ignoring the confused questions the two boys were asking him.


"Hermione, can you stop day dreaming about your books and help?" Asked Ron, irritated at the fact that he still hadn't finished his assignment.

Hermione blinked away the memory of Fred's skin and sighed.

"Ron, I don't know what else I can do to help you. Harry's already done with his after I gave you guys all the information you needed."

"Well, you could write it out for me." Suggested Ron, which only made Hermione scowl at him.

He knew she hated being asked to do other people's assignments. If she could do it by stuffing her face in a book while having no magical background, then others could easily do it too.

"Perhaps if you weren't too busy thinking about Fay Dunbar's underpants you would have finished your assignment by now." Said Hermione as she leaned her head on her hand, propping her bony elbows on the wooden table.

Ron's face flushed as he thought of the incident which had taken place a couple hours ago, in which Fay Dunbar had tripped and fallen face flat onto the floor, causing her skirt to expose her bottom and her red and gold polka dot underwear. It was all Ron could talk about the minute Hermione stepped into the hall with Neville.

"Maybe you wouldn't be so pissy if you had nice red and golden knickers, Hermione." Spat Ron, not liking the feeling of being called out in public.

"Red and golden knickers? Can I see, Granger?" Teased a deep voice behind her.

Hermione felt her cheeks heat up, not wanting to turn around and face the source.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be off somewhere shagging? Or have you decided to resign the position?" Asked Ron, rolling his eyes and slumping his shoulders.

"We all need snack breaks Ronnie." Said the red head behind Hermione as he sat down next to her.

"Where's the other one?" Asked Harry, not sure which twin he was talking to.

"He's off in the field, I got too hot." Answered the boy next to the only girl at the table.

Of course he got too hot, thought Hermione, I'm surprised he doesn't get overheated being hot overall.

"So, why are we talking about Hermione´s knickers?" He asked, bringing the subject back up.

"Ron saw Fay Dunbar's skirt rise and hasn't stopped thinking about it since." Responded Neville, his cheeks slightly red.

"Fay Dunbar? Ron, you naughty boy. Has your skirt gone rogue too then, Granger?" Asked the boy next to her as he poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice.

Hermione cleared her throat before answering.

"I'd appreciate it if we'd all stop talking about girls' underwear. And no, Fred, my skirt has not gone rogue."

"Shame, isn´t it." He answered as he wiggled his eyebrows at her.

Hermione could not face him, not when he was talking about her underwear.

"As if anyone would want to see Mione's knickers." Mumbled Ron.

"If I recall, Ron, you were all about Hermione's knickers last term." Retorted Fred.

Hermione's head snapped towards Ron's direction, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Excuse me?" She asked, not believing what the twin had said.

"Oh yes, I remember that too." Answered Harry, slightly bumping his shoulder on Ron's.

"Was not! I don't even see Hermione as a girl." Exclaimed Ron.

This had bothered Hermione. Of course, not as much as it would have in her 3rd year, but it definitely caused her stomach to twist in anger.

"Well, not to shock you Ron, but I am a girl." Said Hermione, causing Ron to roll his eyes.

"Yes, you're a girl, but you're not a girl." He said as if he were stating something obvious.

"Excuse me? Would you care to explain?" Asked Hermione, placing both of her hands on the wooden table in front of her.

"There's girls like Fay Dunbar, Cho Chang, or Angelina Johnson. They're the definition of a girl. You're... Well, you're just Hermione Granger." He said, shrugging his slouched shoulders.

Hermione wished she could say that it hadn't bothered her, that her self worth was not going to be affected by something Ron Weasley had said. But it did. Being described as just Hermione Granger shouldn't bother her, because after all she was the brightest witch of her age. She hated admitting it to herself.

"W-well, I think Hermione is a girl." Said Neville, smiling at her, "She's smart and kind and pretty."

"Have you got a crush on her now?" Snorted Ron, making all the boys roll their eyes.

"As if you've never had a crush on Hermione. I know I definitely did when we were younger, Mione's a very pretty girl." Said Harry, defending his best friend.

"Right, when you were younger and all you want to do is hold hands with a girl. But would you ever imagine having a crush on her now?", said Ron, "We all imagine girls in their underwear, imagining Hermione in her underwear could actually make me vomit."

This had been the final straw for the girl sitting across him.

Hermione abruptly stood up, slamming her hands on the table.

"I'm sorry if the image of me in my bra and knickers disgusts you Ron, now you know how all the girls in our year feel when they think of you. And for you information, there are plenty of guys who would want to see me naked." She exclaimed.

For a second, Hermione had felt victorious. She knew she had gone for the low blow, belittling one of her best friends like that, but at that moment she didn't care. And for that one second, she had also forgotten they were in the dining hall, where other students and staff members were spending their time too.

"Miss Granger, detention!" She heard Snape say behind her.