IMPORANT NOTE: Hi everyone! Glad you're enjoying the story :) Someone pointed out that Hermione had met up with Krum the summer after the tournament and I wanted to apologize for the confusion! I had originally planned the story to be set in Hermione's fifth year and Fred's seventh year, but decided against it as I was writing more chapters. I wrote a little note about it a couple chapters ago saying that I had removed Umbridge from the story but completely forgot to change some things in the timeline.

Hermione and Krum met up in the castle before Krum left after the tournament, which is when she had sex with him. Cedric is very much alive in this story! :) Oh, and Voldemort does exist in this story as well.

Hope that cleared up some confusion! Again, please let me know if there's any other plot holes! Changing the timeline mid story can be kind of complicated so there are some details that I may have mixed up.


"What's it to you?" Asked Hermione, replicating his stance as she crossed her arms infront of her chest.

His eyebrows raised, not expecting her attitude. "Just didn't think you were that type of girl, that's all."

Hermione's brows furrowed. "What type of girl?"

Fred's arms fell to his sides as he walked over to her.

"Sexually free, I guess. Obviously there's loads of things I don't know about you though." He said, wiggling his eyebrows. "Glad to see you've joined the club though."

Hermione's confusion only grew, not understanding what Fred was talking about.

"What club? What on earth are you talking about, Fred?" She asked.

"Oh don't be coy, dear Granger. Welcome to the Hogwart's Club of Slags, not in a bad way of course! We only allow those who are truly in touch with their sexual desires, so be thankful you've made it in!" Said Fred, playfulness laced in his voice as he excitedly jazzed his hands.

"Are you calling me a slag?" Asked Hermione, her voice raising as she began to realize what Fred had been implying.

Fred laughed, patting her on the back. "Not in a bad way! Own your desires, Granger. We all know I have, right?"

"What are you asking me for? You've seriously just called me a slag." Spat Hermione, shrugging his hand off.

"Well, you should know by now, shouldn't you? With all the talk you've been doing?" Asked Fred, peaking Hermione's interest as she didn't know what Fred had been talking about for the past 5 minutes. "Clearly, according to everyone - including you, Granger - I am the president of the Slag Club, am I not?"

Hermione's mouth was agape as Fred finished his sentence. He had spoken in a serious tone, making Hermione wonder if Fred had actually been hurt by what he had heard her say a couple of nights ago in the common room.

"See you around." He muttered as he walked away, towards the great hall.

Hermione didn't quite know how to react. On one hand, he had just called her a slag. On the other hand, she had technically called him a man slag first. Does she even qualify as a slag? Clearly, Fred had gotten the wrong idea when he saw her with Cedric, but should she even care what Fred thinks?

I should care if he goes around calling me a slag, she thought.

"Hey! Didn't see you in the common room. I'm starving, can't wait to get some sausage in me." Said Ginny as she walked up behind Hermione.

"You should really not say that out loud, Ginny." Giggled Hermione.

"Why's that? I would love some sausage in me, in every kind of way." Said the redhead, linking her arm with Hermione's.

"Well, considering your brother is going around calling women slags left and right, maybe you'll want to hold off on that for a while." Muttered Hermione, puffing her cheeks.

"Has Ron gone on another rant about yet another girl who won't look his way? I swear, men will love you until you tell them you're not interested." Sighed Ginny, pulling her into the hall.

"Not Ron. Fred had decided that from today on, I am a slag." Said Hermione, staring at him through the corner of her eye as he sat on the far end of the table with his twin.

"Are you serious? Why on earth would he decide that?" Asked Ginny, piling eggs and sausages on her plate and pouring herself and Hermione two glasses of pumpkin juice.

"He saw me talking to Cedric this morning. He definetly got the wrong idea, he was going on about how I've been accepted into his slag club and how proud I must be to own my sexual desires and freedom." Whispered Hermione harshly, buttering her toast.

Ginny chuckled. "Merlin, what an idiot. What the hell is a slag club?"

"It's exactly as it sounds, a club made for slags. Oh, and get this-" Paused Hermione, sipping her juice before continuing. "He said that with all the talk that I've been doing I should know that he's the president of the slags."

Ginny chewed on her lip, thinking about Fred's words.

"Well, first let's stop saying slag as a bad thing. I am all for sexual freedom and slag is such a negative word, everyone gets to have some sausage and crumpets whenever they please." Said Ginny, earning a giggle from Hermione. "Secondly, do you think he's talking about what you said the other night?"

Hermione nodded. "He's absolutely talking about that."

"I guess you hurt his feelings. Sure, he shouldn't be acting like a child, but you both did judge each other for your own sex decisions." Said Ginny, matter of factly.

"I didn't even do anything with Cedric though! We only talked." Sighed Hermione.

She glanced over towards the twins, watching as Fred talked about something as he waved his arms around aggressively. George rolled his eyes and slapped him across the head, jutting his jaw out and pointing in Hermione's direction. This made both twins turn their heads and look at Hermione. George smiled at her while Fred raised his eyebrows and awkwardly raised his glass towards her.

"Is he toasting you? What is he doing?" Whispered Ginny, cringing at her brother's actions.

Hermione rolled her eyes and looked away.

"Anyway, Cedric gave me some really good advice. He's been having a hard time too, but Cho's been helping him." Whispered Hermione, running her fingertips along the rim of her glass.

"What are you both whispering about?" Asked Harry as he sleepily walked over to them, taking a seat next to Hermione.

"Oh, uh... Ginny has a date this weekend! Girl talk, you know?" Said Hermione nervously.

Ginny nodded slowly. "Yes, uh, I have a date. With a boy."

The corner of Harry's mouth turned downwards slightly. "That's lovely, Ginny."

At that moment, it had occured Hermione that lying about Ginny having a date was probably not the right way to cheer Harry up.

"A boy? Who'd be mad enough to take you out?" Chuckled Ron as he sat next to the raven haired boy.

"I'm sure many boys would like to take Ginny out, Ron." Scoffed Hermione, picking the crust off her toast.

"Not after she broke poor Dean's heart." Said Ron, piling sausages on to his plate. "You were ruthless, you know."

Ginny rolled her eyes at her brother. "Dean and I have talked it out and both agreed it was for the best."

The four chattered quietly about their remaining assignments due for the last week as the hall began emptying out, students groaning as they made their way to their classes.

"I'm going to owl Padfoot. I'll see you in potions." Said Harry as he abruptly stood from the table, leaving before his friends could reply.

"I guess I should go too, charms is starting soon and I definitely cannot be late again. I'll see you later." Said Ginny as she too stood and walked out.

Hermioned sighed into her glass, at least she had the first hours free.

"Have you noticed?" Mumbled Ron.

"Noticed what?" Asked Hermione as she leaned forward on her elbows.

"Harry."

Hermione picked at the skin on her lips with her teeth.

"What should we do? I had a chat with Cedric this morning, trying to figure out how we could help." She said, looking around them to make sure other students wouldn't hear their conversation.

"I've been trying to be there for him, you know. He talks in his sleep." Said Ron, picking at the skin on the tips of his fingers. "He sounds in pain."

They both stared at their hands, their lips turned downwards.

"Maybe we should talk to him about it? We'll be at the Burrow next weekend, we could try to talk about it then." Suggested Hermione

Ron nodded. "I agree, maybe mum can cheer him up with some cooking."

Hermione giggled. "He's not you, Ron. Food doesn't fix everything."

Ron gave Hermione a toothy smile as he chuckled.


Hermione threw herself to her bed after a long day of class. She had just returned from dinner, where her friends didn't talk much.

She lay her head on the soft pillow, sighing as she closed her eyes. Perhaps she'd go to sleep early today, she knew she would need all the rest she could get before seeing Snape so early the next morning in class.

Her eyes felt heavy as they closed slowly, waiting for sleep to take over, but it never came. The giggles of the two girls on the bed next to hers disturbed her attempts of sleep.

"What are you two going on about?" Asked Hermione, poking her head out of the closed curtains that covered her bed.

"Oh, Hermione, you would not believe what we've found out today." Squealed Lavender as she avidly threw her hands up in the arm, grinning brightly at her.

"I'm guessing it's not anything academic?" Answered Hermione, poking her feet out and swaying them over the edge of the bed.

"We've been researching, you see, because we've had some questions ever since that list came out." Parvati spoke as she tucked her feet beneath her bottom.

The dormitory's door opened, causing the girls to stop talking and glance at who had come in.

"What?" Asked Ginny as she looked back at the three girls, "Did I interrupt something?"

Lavender squealed, "Get over here! We've got news to share."

Ginny sat next to Hermione, leaning back on her hands, "Go on then."

"Lavender and I were confused at a couple of things ever since the list came out. First, who even came to these results? We need some statistics and numbers. Second, how the hell in Draco Malfoy in #2 if he mostly sleeps with Slytherin and purebloods? That means there's a very high chance whoever wrote it is a Slytherin or friends with one, so that cuts the pool short." Explained Parvati and Hermione nodded while Ginny looked at the girl confused.

"Why'd you have to bring all the numbers into it? We don't even look at numbers here." Groaned Ginny, scratching her head.

Parvati giggled at the red head. "Our last question is probably our most important, and you might hate hearing it, Ginny."

Ginny sighed, knowing it probably had to do with one of her brothers.

"Fred and George are twins, yeah? I mean absolutely identical in any way possible." Started Parvati

Anyone would be able to see they're not completely identical, thought Hermione.

"So then why is George #4 while Fred is #1? It can't be any physical characteristic." Said Lavender while Ginny pretended to gag. "So Parvati and I asked around, why on earth was Fred the Hogwarts' favourite? And guess what we found out."

Hermione sighed, "Do we really want to know?"

Parvati and Lavender nodded frantically.

"Go on then, but if it has to do with the size of anything I will hex you for making me hear this." Said Ginny.

"We asked all the girls who've shagged both twins, not at the same time of course, what they thought and they said that while both of them gave them the best orgasm they've ever had..." Hermione grimaced at Parvati's words," Only one of them seemed to actually want to shag them."

"What do you mean?" Asked Ginny, confused.

"They said, and I quote, that only Fred looked them in the eyes and actually made it seem as if he wanted them. George didn't look at any, and some actually said it looked like he was picturing them to be someone else. They kept saying how it was definitely enjoyable for them, but it didn't look like George wanted to at all." Explained Parvati.

"But why would George have sex with a girl when he doesn't want her?" Asked Hermione

"We already came to a very clear conclusion. George Weasley has feelings, I'd even say strong feelings, for someone in Hogwarts!" Squealed Lavender.

Ginny laughed out loud, "That's it? You were excited about George having a crush on someone? My brothers have weekly crushes."

Lavender shook her head. "I don't know about you, but I've definitely snogged others when I like someone else. I'm saying that your brother is 100% in love with someone!"

Hermione bit her lip as she thought the process over.

George is ranked #4 because he didn't want to have sex with the girls? Why on earth would George even have sex with a girl if he didn't want to? What girls did he have sex with? Did he even like the girls as friends? Did he even like-

Hermione's eyes widened as the gears in her head finally stopped turning.

Oh, Merlin.