AU: I have changed the rating to M, bacause.. you'll see. I honestly dont know where the line betweeen T and M rating goes, so I just went with M so I can write what I want.

Hermione sat in the living room in a big comfortable couch, reading the fifth year's transfiguration book. It was nearly cosy now, after the brutal cleanup. The room was lit by the glow of the fire behind her and a little lamp on the table, bathing the room in a soothing yellow light. There was only three days until their return to Hogwarts and she'd figured it was no excuse to relax on the OWL's, even though it was her second time taking them. She knew she had forgotten a lot, and that it was a big chance that she would relive her life. That was no excuse for bad grades. A little bit of her wondered if she was in a coma and that all of this was a crazy dream. She could wake up any moment. On the other hand, she might be dead in her real life, and was given a second chance.

She really hoped that she was given this second chance.

While she read, completely engrossed in the book, she didn't notice the person silent slipping into the room. Hermione didn't notice him until he had dropped down on the couch beside her, put an arm around her shoulder and started to blow into her ear.

"Fred, what on earth are you doing!?" she exclaimed, getting goose bumps for more than one reason. He gave her a big grin, "I thought I'd keep you company, those dusty old books aren't as good company as a good ol' friend as me" he said. Hermione raised her eyebrows "as a matter of fact, 'these dusty old books,' are dear friends of mine, so please don't offend them." It really seemed like no one could understand that she actually enjoyed reading, as people constantly dragged her away from it, trying to make her have their idea of fun. However, she knew they meant it well, and you can't really stay angry at people for wanting to hang out with you. "Oh, my bad, sorry friends of Mione" he said patting the perm of the book she was holding. Hermione could to help the little giggle that escaped her, "thank you, they appreciate your apology."

"But honestly, reading this much will leave you near-sighted and squint-eyed, come on let's do something fun" Fred continued, and Hermione felt herself getting hyped up "I am not near-sighted nor squint-eyed, and as a matter of fact, I am having fun right here, reading this book" she said before she gently hit his head with the book. Fred just smirked before getting up; dragging Hermione with him "You are making time pace, not having fun Granger. Come on, I'll show you what fun is."

She let him drag her away, as a memory of this hit her. The last time she had been furious at the interruption and refused to go with him, this time around, she was rather curious to what Fred was up to.

Hermione was doing her perfect duties on the Hogwarts Express. She walked up and down the corridor and sent some second years back to their seats as they were blocking the corridor. She tried to keep herself busy, to avoid thinking about what had happened the other night, but it kept appearing in her mind, flushing her cheeks.

"So, what are we doing here?" she'd asked Fred as they entered a dark room. The room was small with a single bed in the corner and an old-fashioned cabinet next to it. There was a shelf over the bed with some books on. Fred sat down on the floor, gesturing her to do the same. "I was thinking we could drink this, while doing this," he said holding up a bottle of firewhisky and a stock of cards. Hermione looked at him, not shocked, this was Fred, but with a mixture of amusement and irritation.

She knew that she had already surrendered, she actually liked firewhisky and Fred's flirtatious grin was impossible to resist. She sat down on the floor opposite of him, "Where are your better half? Though he was more the company for that…" She'd said and pointed towards the booze. He laughed, «Mum interrupted my-less-better-half doing some things he should not do, and he is now cleaning the kitchen without magic." he finished with a smirk. "What kind of cards is that?" she asked while opening the bottle in front of her, and two glasses she spotted on the shelf.

«This my friend, is one the latest product from WWW, alongside with our skiving sancksboxes of course, but I figured you'll enjoy this more», he pulled the cards out of the purple box, and laid them out on the floor. "You know that muggle game, truth or dare?" He looked at her and she nodded. "Yeah, it's like that but we call it 'do or tell', on these cards there is one truth and one dare. One person is reading and another choose either a truth or a dare. The twist is that you must do or tell - it is impossible to resist. There is also a question-degree, with a flick of your wand you have light, medium and hard, all to your choice"

Hermione felt herself irking to ask how they made this, as making someone do something usually meant the impero curse, and making someone tell something, most often meant veritifiserum. On another note, she was not exited to try it either – quite fond of having control of her body and mind.

"Does it work?" She said, still having some doubt. "Of course it does! At least on me, George and Lee.. But we haven't tried it on a female, and we are not really comfortable about trying some of the cards…" he said with a shudder. "So I'm your try-out rabbit?! Wait, what? Does that mean you will give me the freaky cards? I've changed my mind, not doing this" by now she was annoyed, the was no way in hell she'd do this. She started to get up, but was held back by Fred who pushed her back down on the floor. "We'll take the light cards, it's only on the hard cards the, eh, freaky ones as you put it are" he said, "come on, it's just for fun". She felt herself already regretting it as she took the glass of alcohol Fred was handing towards her, nodding an okay "I'm in on the easy cards" she said reluctant. "Cheers" he said and toasted her glass, both emptying it with a raised an eyebrow, he was expecting at least some coughing, but Hermione only refilled their cups with a pleased smile.

Several hours later they were both drunk and were laughing uncontrollable. Had Hermione seen herself with sober eyes she would've been quite embarrassed, but right know she was having too much fun to care. It was reviled that Hermione's first kiss had been with Viktor Krum, she had showed of her (very bad) tap dancing skills at a dare and it was reviled that she'd fancied Lockheart in her 2nd year, that was why they were laughing of at the moment. Fred had reviled that his first kiss was with a muggle girl he'd met on holyday when he was 11, that he could not sing opera and that he once fancied Pansy Parkinson because of her long legs (The question had been 'have you ever fancied someone which you are embarrassed by today, and who was it?'). They didn't notice that the cards shifted to medium when the light cards went out, or that it then shifted to hard.

Hermione took a card and said before looking at it "do or tell?"

"Do" he said without hesitation.

"Kiss the prettiest witch in the room on the mouth" Her voice getting lower and lower as she read, eyes bigger and bigger.

"Wait, that's not a light card" he said examination the card.

Magically he was dragged closer and closer to Hermione, «we have to kiss he said, no escaping it» he looked something between scared and amused at the same time. It felt like a hand were pushing his head towards Hermione, she just looked at him with big eyes, stone face. Fred put one hand on her neck, and leaned in.

George was looking at his brother, which sat opposite of him. He had been acting weird for days now, and it was starting to annoy him. Like right now, he was staring out the window and biting his nails. It was only small things and he was sure no one else had noticed, but he knew his twin well, and was certain something was up. He decided to take action.

"Fred, what's wrong with you? You've been weird for days," George said as he threw him a chocolate frog. They were on the train back to Hogwarts and sat in a compartment which they shared with Lee, whom at the moment was using the loo. Fred didn't seem to have heard him as he started to rip the paper off the chocolate.

"Fred did you hear me?"

"Yeah, yeah" he muttered and started to eat the frog.

"So? Why are you being a weirdo?" Gorege almost yelled, losing his patience.

"Fine" Fred exclaimed as he threw the paper towards the bin.

"You know that day you were cleaning the kitchen for mum?" Fred started.

"Yes I do, don't try to chance subject," he said undaunted.

"I wasn't. Well, I was bored so I nicked some firewhisky from Sirius and convinced Hermione to test the cards with me, the light cards of course" he said when he saw George's glare.

"There is something wrong with them, seems like they go to the next level when you Finnish one, so we ended up at the hard cards." George started to laugh, it sounding like howling. Fred just looked at his brother inexpressive until he stopped, gasping for air.

"So you kissed Hermione, big deal? She's good looking" George finally said.

"Yeah about that… we more like snogged heavily for almost an hour – we were quite drunk, and then she just stood up and ran away. She has not looked or talked to me ever since. It's so awkward". He had his hands in his hair, looking unwell.

"Well, shit" George whispered, not knowing what to say, trouble with the ladies was a seldom topic among them. They'd never had problems with them before.

"So you fancy her now, is it so?" Fred stared at him with horror in his eyes

"Of course I don't, she's too young and Ron's best friend. It will get nasty. It was just fun at the moment, nothing more" George didn't buy it, knowing his brother, but he was not in the mood for an argument when Fred clearly was in denial. He knew that if Fred was not interested, he would not care about being ignored by her.

"All right" he said, "what's the problem then? Just talk to her, clean up and let things slip back to normal" Fred sighted, knowing he was right.

They sat in silence for a while, George trying not to start laughing again, Fred looking nauseas in the corner. George could not hold it any more, as he started to shake

"You can't be that bad at kissing, can you?" Fred was on the way to throw a shoe at him, but was interrupted mid-movement by George's voice.

"Ay Fred! Speaking of Hermione, isn't that her in the hallway, banging her head against the wall?"

His lips touched hers gently and lingered for a while before pulling away. "Wasn't that bad, was it?" he said smiling. Hermione smiled to, and giggled a little to her own annoyance. His hand was still at her neck and his face very close. Her eyes found his and the smile faded, his eyes and mouth seemed to glow. The room felt hot, like it was suddenly 40*C inside. She did not know who started it, but suddenly they could not get enough of each other. They moved closer and closer, his nose touching hers before their lips met in a passionate kiss. One of his hands twirled itself inside her hair, the other one resting on her hip; her hands were doing the same - one in his hair and one at his shoulder. Their tongues started a dance together, neither of them willing to let go just yet. They sat like that on the floor for what seemed like a few minutes, but in reality were much longer. She sat herself on top of his lap, one foot to each side of him bringing them closer, her drunken mind giving her courage. He started to kiss down her jawline, down the throat where he found a sensitive spot which made Hermione moan. Their hands started to wander over each other's bodies. He felt things getting tighter as she rocked a little on his lap. "ohh!" was all she said and looked at him, clearly feeling it too. She lent in and kissed his lips letting go of them she moved down his jawline, down his throat ending at the hollow in his collarbone. His grip around the hip became tighter as he moaned silent. She had never felt anything like this before. Not with Ron, nor Viktor.

Ron…

She stopped and stiffened in his grip, leaning back from him. A sudden panic got her, what was she doing? She looked into his face, which was a mixture of question and worry. Quickly she got up and ran out of the room. She heard him calling after her.

Hermione banged her head at the wall. She felt like she had cheated Ron. How could she dry-hump his brother only a few weeks after their 'break-up'? She did not see herself as the type of girl that went from one boy to another, or one brother to another she thought with a shrug. You have never been Ron's girlfriend now, a little voice in her head said, you are just his friend, and you never have have to be anything else - They do not know the future.

She had to admit to herself that she was relived over that her relationship with Ron now back in the past were stabled at friends, and she was sure that she would never go for a relationship with him again. However, she still had a feeling that Ron would not appreciate that she had snogged his brother. And she had an icky feeling that Fred was laughing at her, playing with her head. She did not believe that there was a manufacturing fail that had switched the cards to level hard.

"Emm, hi Hermione, what are you doing?"

She stopped banging her head and turned around. Fred was standing in front of her in his school uniform and shaggy hair. Damn he look good the little voice in her head said again.

"uh, hi" she said waiving with her hands "just doing my prefect duties".

He looked a bit amused "does that include banging your head against a wall?" he said with a smirk.

She did not know what to answer, so she just stared at him. They stared at each other as both seemed to have lost their ability to speak, the silence growing thicker and more uncomfortable by the second.

"I'll head back to the others" she said shaky and started to walk off.

"Wait!" He gripped her arm "we need to talk about something," he said serious and determined. "This really is not the time or place," Hermione said while trying to get out of his grip. All she wanted to do was to ignore him. "There will never be a good time, and a place.. let's go in here" he said as he opened a toilet door and dragged her in with him.

"So, what is it?" Hermione said crossing her arms in defence.

"You've been avoiding me" Fred said and mirrored Hermione's actions and crossed his arms to.

"You have been avoiding me to" Hermione said weakly.

"I have not, and you know it. But this is stupid, we are going to live in the same house for a year know, having mutual friends. I will not things to be awkward, it's too tiresome."

Hermione looked down at the floor and realised he was right, she had enough to think about without some teenage drama. Her hands dropped down to her sides "I'm sorry" she said, "I was just really confused, don't know exactly what happened," she said with a shy smile and shrug with her shoulders. "I think you know what happened, I'm too sexy to handle" he said with a wink, and earned a surprisingly hard slap on his arm from Hermione. "But let's go back to being friends, okay?" he said and held out his hand, waiting for her to shake it. She took it hesitantly and shocked it.

Hermione sat in her favourite chair by the fireplace in the common room. She had a book in her lap, which to others looked like a normal schoolbook, but indeed was her diary . She was really pissed off, after a heavy argument with some of the Gryffindor girls who thought Harry was lying. She was trying to figure out how she was going to change events from happening, without being caught with her knowledge by her friends.

She dipped the quill in the ink, ready to write down everything she remembered that made a difference to the war. If she was going to make it, she needed a well-structured plan. She decided to start with the small things. Harry was not to get any detentions with Umbridge this year. and she sure as hell was getting rid of that locket as fast as possible.

Now that she knew what she would do, the question was how.