"Oi! Fred! You never said anything about us racing this morning! That's cheating!" George yelled as Fred flew past him in little more than a blur. George hurried to get ready in an attempt to catch up with his twin, whom for once was acting as mysterious as any other person in Gryffindor.

Which was ridiculous.

He knew his twin like the back of his hand. George took a quick glance at his hand realising he wouldn't quite be able to pick it out of a handful, better than the back of his hand then.

Fred hadn't behaved like this since…

Since…

Since the last time he had a crush on a girl...

It had been a Ravenclaw last time, and Fred had ended up a terrible Slytherin green the entire day. The Ravenclaw had been furious. George didn't know how Fred was asking these girls out, but it was obviously wrong, and he never bothered to change it.

George cursed, speeding up his movements. He sincerely hoped that Fred wasn't going after some Slytherin like he had often joked. He doubted their family would ever be able to live down that shame. He could just imagine the expression on his father's face if Fred were to ever bring as Slytherin to the Burrow.

…. It would make a wonderful prank, though. Preferably one of the Gryffindors polyjuiced as a Slytherin though. Not an actual Slytherin. Or the person would probably not survive the encounter.

"DON'T YOU DARE!"

George nearly took a step back as he entered the Great Hall, expecting to find Fred somewhere in the hall, preferably near the Gryffindor tables, but he had already come to the conclusion that the Hufflepuffs weren't too bad with his stupid twin.

He did not expect to see his twin being held at wand point by an enraged-looking Hermione. In fact, George doubted anyone was ever expecting to see a furious Hermione Granger, without a book in sight.

George was pretty sure Fred would never ask Hermione out. He had to have pulled a prank of some sort on the girl. That was the only explanation for the entire mess they were now in, because Fred was probably going to drag him into this as well.

George edged over to Fred, praying he didn't catch the attention of the enraged witch. No one knew exactly how many spells Hermione could perform, and no one was willing to test her knowledge.

"What did you do? She doesn't even have a book in sight!" George whispered, eyes glancing at the still-fuming Hermione every couple of seconds. Harry and Ron were very quietly talking to Hermione, but it didn't seem to be working too well.

"I asked her out…"

George shook his head. "Why do you always go for a person who is more dangerous than your last?"

Fred shrugged helplessly.

Written for Game of Life Challenge: racing, Fred/Hermione, "Don't you dare."