She was serving her first detention of her whole life, and it bugged her slightly that her old accomplishment of going through Hogwarts without ever getting caught at doing something bad was destroyed. Snape had set them to dissect frogs for potion-ingredients without gloves. The legs went into small boxes for drying and the frog eyes were carved out and put into glasses. Even the skin was flayed, and the heart was saved into a small jar. How he managed to get hold of hundred dead frogs was something Hermione decided not to dwell over, and she was glad that the detention had been scheduled for after dinner instead of before as she was sure of that she would never be able to eat again after this.

Fred was placed at the desk next to hers quietly dissecting his share of the frogs. There was no sound in the room besides the scratching sound of Professor Snape's quill as he marked assignments and the chopping sound from Fred's knife as he worked as fast as possible.

Hemione didn't know what she was dreading most, she could not wait to be over with the detention, but that also brought her closer to the conversation she was bound to have with Harry. He would be mental; she just knew it. In addition, what was she supposed to do with Fred?

Detention finished faster that she wished for. Walking back to the common room both she and Fred was silent.

"This was really an unfair detention, we were not even in public if you ask me, perfectly alone before Snape decided to interrupt" His quiet mumbling put interrupted her thoughts, "what?" she said startled. Fred looked at her, surprised that he had spoken out loud. "Oh, nothing" he said with a shrug. The atmosphere between them was tense. They were walking quite close to each other, almost touching.

"I and George actually looked up that book you mentioned, and we have not broken too many rules, as of yet at least. But we saw some things we could do to improve our testing, to make it safer." Fred said, looking slightly nervous. "Are you still testing on the first years?" Hermione asked with a sigh. "Well, yes. But we have too! If we are going to market our product to them, we must know that they are magically compatible with the products. We cannot sell untested products. And they are safe, all of them are tested on ourselves methodically before anything is used on someone else." Fred sighed, "We have so much to finish before this year is up, do not tell my mother this, but I and George are going to open a shop in Diagon Alley, and we have tons of product nearly ready for sale" Hermione hummed, she knew everything was going to turn out okay, why was she making such a fuss about it? The previous time she had closed her eyes a few times, pretending to not know of it after she saw that nothing too bad had happened. "And we have bettered our methods, all of them are informed of what they are getting into, they are paid and have a discount on the products from us, depending on how much they test. We are also opting to stay closer to the hospital wing in case something actually goes wrong."

They were closing in, having reached the last staircase before the portrait of the fat lady. "All right Fred, this sounds good" she said, deciding to let it go. "I don't want to see it and if someone asks me, I thought you had stopped." She looked up at Fred who was beaming at her. A whoop of joy erupted from him, and he lifted her up and twirled her around in a circle.

A high pitch cry of laughter escaped Hermione as she was lifted from the ground, her hands desperately clinging to whatever fabric she could get a hold of. He put her down gently on the floor, still beaming at her, his infectious smile making her smile even wider back.

"You look proper pretty when you smile Hermione, you should do at all the time" he said gently and pulled one of her curls behind her ear. She could feel the heat in her face as he leaned in close, but only to give her a small peck on the cheek and grabbing her hand. She felt oddly disappointed at that. "Come, we've only got a few minutes till curfew, I'm betting either Snape or Filch is lurking around, itching to give us detention again."

They strolled forward, still holding hands and taking their time, the tense atmosphere from earlier was exchanged with quiet companionship. Hermione felt she could not stop smiling, as a feeling she had not felt for many years settled in her heart along with some butterflies in the stomach. And the best part, she could not make herself worry.

As they entered the common room Hermione noticed that it was scarce with people, only a few sixth and seventh years was present. George waved at them from the chairs next to the fireplace and they toppled over. Fred threw himself down on the sofa with a tired groan, making room for Hermione next to him. She sighted as she fell back into the soft cushions, closing her eyes for at moment. She really was knacked. She rubbed her eyes as she listened to the quiet conversation beside her.

"How was detention" George inquired; she could hear the grimace Fred was making at his one worded reply "Frogs".

George hummed in sympathy, "'Least it was not those slugs, I swear I still can smell them when I close my eyes" George tried to console. Fred let out a low snicker.

"I can't believe that I actually have had detention, I've never been caught before!" Hermione complained though a yawn. "Have you ever broken a rule?" George scoffed at her, a glance at him told her that the rude tone of his voice didn't match the playful look on his face.

"Well, I did once steel potion ingredients from professor Snapes personal chambers" she said with a nonchalant flair, unable to smirk at their dumbfounded faces.

"What did you need that for?" Fred inquired with an intrigued smile.

"Oh, eh, Polyjuice Potion? Never mind that, the point is that I'm never caught, so you're ruining my reputation"

"What did you need that for!?" Fred said again, looking like Christmas came early.

"Oh, nothing important, it's what you get from being best friends with Harry Potter," she really did not feel like elaborating on the whole embarrassing cathair-incident. "Speaking of Harry, you haven't seen him coming in, have you George? I wanted to talk with him after detention tonight" Hermione said, looking at the clock. "No, he has not come in while I've been here. Unless he used his cloak, he's sneaky like that" George said with a frown.

It was almost an hour since curfew started, she hummed in response. "I think I am going to wait for him" she said and fell back into the pillow once again. Closing her eyes, she heard the quiet murmur of Fred and George's conversation, talking about products and formulas. Before she even knew it she was sleeping, head falling down on Fred's shoulder.

Okay, I have not updated this story in two years… TWO YEARS! Shame on me. Too be honest I am constantly thinking of abandoning and deleting this story, but every time I decide to do so I end up writing more. I am halfway through the next chapter, and hopefully I will update before another two years have passed. If people are still interested in this story, I will try to continue, because I still find it fun to write, and have a lot of ideas, I'm just bad at putting it on paper.

What do you think, should Hermione tell Harry what has happened?

Aren't Fred and Hermione just adorable?

Plead R&R :D