A/N: Finally in the fourth year! This is where things are going to slow down a bit as I try to make their relationship... well, more. Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter! Love- Bookworm

The Triwizard Tournament. Hermione had read about it, of course, but she had never imagined that it would take place while she was at Hogwarts. The twins were livid that only students of age would be allowed to participate, even though she had reminded them that they had a chance of dying in said tournament.

"Who cares?" George had cried out, receiving a shocked glance from Hermione.

"Yeah, the last one hasn't happened for over a century!" Fred exclaimed, looking just as put out as his counterpart. Hermione let out an exasperated sigh.

"Well you have until October to come to terms with it." She said, turning back to the large volume she held in her hands.

"Hermione, stop reading. We are in the middle of a crisis!" Fred tried to block the words on her page, and she snatched the book out of his reach.

"Crisis?" She said, amused that they felt this was a crisis.

"It's a matter of honor." George tilted his head at her, grinning, and she rolled her eyes at him.

"Please explain." She sighed, closing her book and giving them her attention.

"Well you see, we would be the most famous Weasleys if we won." Fred reasoned, and she once again rolled her eyes.

"You two are…" She paused, trying to think of the right word. Fred and George didn't miss the opportunity though.

"Handsome?" Fred said.

"No, brilliant." George said, grinning.

"Perfect?"

"Twins?"

"Wizards?"

"Champions?" They said at the same time, and Hermione shook her head.

"Mad." She settled, and both boys started to laugh.

"Right you are Hermione, right you are." Lee said, joining them at the table.

"Oi, you're supposed to be on our side!" George exclaimed, and Fred nodded furiously.

"Not when she's right." Lee stated, pointing to Hermione, who beamed.

"Git." Fred said, glaring at Lee.

"You'll get over it." He said simply, and Fred shook his head.

"No. I'm going to be mad at you forever." He said. Hermione raised her eyebrows at him.

"If I remember, that didn't work too well last year." She said simply, and Fred and George stared at her with open mouths. She smiled sweetly at them and they snapped their jaws shut.

"Low blow Hermione." George said, but Fred couldn't help but let a small smile rest on his face.

"I told you not to do it." She said, shaking her head at the two boys in front of her, though you wouldn't know they were boys just from looking at them. They had shaggy grey hair, and had grey beards that reached their belt buckles.

"Hermione, we don't need to be told 'I told you so' right now." Fred said, shaking his head glumly.

"Okay Fred." She said softly, to where only he could hear her.

"We can't enter." George sounded miserable at this fact. Hermione shook her head sympathetically.

"Well… At least we can say we were at Hogwarts when it happened." Fred said wistfully, and George nodded.

"Oh come on, cheer up. The champions are going to be announced tonight. Maybe we know one." She said, and they stared at her for a moment. "Please?" She added, and they nodded.

"As soon as we get back to ruddy normal!" George said loudly, and at that moment Madam Pomfrey bustled around the wing, giving out potions.

"Honestly, if so many of you hadn't tried the same thing, you wouldn't have to wait." She said, roughly handing both boys a glass of potion. "Now drink up, you should be back to normal in just a few minutes." She told them, then hurried away to take care of her other charges.

As she had said, they were back to normal in no time, and the three of them walked back into the castle together. Hermione thought of something to say, the boys were glum enough as it is.

"So, who do you think will be chosen?" She asked, and both boys shrugged.

Cedric Diggory, Fleur Delacour, Victor Krum, and, worst of all, Harry Potter. Hermione seemed to be the only one that didn't think he had put his name in the goblet, though Fred and George were thrilled that they knew a champion. They had been a bit put off at first that he wouldn't tell them how he did it, but had gotten over the fact quite quickly.

"Gotta respect the man. I mean, no use telling how now that he got chosen." They would say, receiving eye rolls from Hermione.

"He didn't do it." She would tell them over and over.

Eventually, the buzz that Harry had inadvertently caused had died down, and after the first task, nobody was talking about how he had done it, only how brilliantly he had done. Ron had also forgiven him, which Hermione was grateful for. Not that she didn't enjoy spending time with Harry, but the twins didn't act normal around him. They were much more.. subdued, and it set Hermione on edge, thinking they were plotting silently instead of out loud.

Suddenly, everyone was receiving very curious packages. The girls extravagant dresses, the boys formal dress robes. There was much speculation, and everyone was writing to their parents asking why, but nobody gave any information. That is, until McGonagall summoned all Gryffindor students year four and up into the great hall one evening.

"The Yule Ball, is first and foremost, a dance." She said, and at that, everyone had begun to talk. The girls, excitedly. The boys, not so much. Hermione immediately looked at the twins, George was whispering in Fred's ear, but Fred was staring at Hermione. When she caught his eye, he looked away hurriedly and paid attention to what his brother was saying.

McGonagall taught them how to dance, using Ron as a partner, which caused much tittering of laughter to sweep the room. Hermione looked at the twins again, and saw them grinning ear to ear, cherishing the moment. She laughed silently, they were never going to let him live this down. When they were to come together to practice, Hermione bolted to Fred and George, not wanting to be caught in someone else's arms.

"One of you practice with me?" She begged, and George shoved Fred forward. He glanced back at his brother, who gave him an encouraging smile.

"I'm going to find Angelina." He said with a wink, and Fred let out a small sigh.

"Alright come here you." He said, and Hermione quickly stepped in front of him and they started to dance clumsily. Hermione didn't want to think about it, but she was nervous. She fancied Fred, and now they were dancing together. She thought back to last year, when he and Lee had been arguing. Only a couple sentences had stuck in her mind.

"You told us that you fancied her.." Lee had said.

"Well I don't know how I feel now." Fred had fired back.

It had left Hermione wondering, she looked up at him, it appeared he was thinking too. She smiled a little and decided to focus on the movement of her feet.

"Hermione." Fred blurted out suddenly, and she looked up at him again. He had stopped dancing, and she suddenly wondered if she had done something wrong.

"Fred?" She asked, and he himself looked startled that he had said her name. He physically shook his head, apparently trying to clear it.

"Bigger steps." He said finally, and she gave him a curious look before nodding and they started to dance once more. His words did help, it didn't seem like they were clumsy anymore, they were almost graceful now. When the music ended after what had been announced as their last practice dance, Fred did something that Hermione had not been expecting. It was like a scene from a film, Hermione's heart thudded when he dipped her low, and paused for just a moment. His eyes were locked with hers, and right before he brought her right again, her mouth fell into a small 'o'. A smile flicked onto his face and his eyes went to her mouth for the tiniest of moments before he righted them both. He took a bow as people clapped and whistled, and Hermione stood straight, stunned. What had just happened?

The ball was approaching much quicker that Hermione liked, and she still didn't have a date. She had been asked by Krum, but she had politely declined. He had told her that if she changed her mind to come and get him. Everyone was in the great hall, working on their essay final for potions, when she resigned herself to the fact that she may just have to take him up on that. Harry and Ron were muttering about getting dates when George passed him a note.

Better get a move on before all the good ones are gone

Hermione read it over his shoulder and looked at George and Fred quizzically, knowing for a fact neither of them had asked anyone to go with them as of that moment.

"Who are you going with then?" He asked George, who threw a balled up paper and Angelina, who sat on Hermione's right.

"Do you want to go to the ball with me?" He whispered, making gestures at the same time. She grinned and nodded her head.

"Well alright then? What about you?" He asked Fred, who had just finished passing a note discreetly to Hermione. She opened it, and grinned.

Want to go to the ball with me love? I am the better looking twin.

She looked up and grinned at him, a silent yes.

"Oh, it's a surprise you know." Fred said smartly to his brother, who let out a frustrated sigh.

"This is mad." He muttered to Harry. Fred winked at Hermione, who blushed furiously. Harry and Ron started talking in hushed tones once more before Ron suddenly turned to Hermione.

"Oi, you're a girl." He said brightly.

"Oh, well spotted." She said dryly, finishing up her paper at the same time.

"Well then go to the ball with me!" He said, and she glared at him.

"No Ronald." She said, standing up and grabbing her roll of parchment.

"What? Why not?" He said in a loud whisper. Hermione walked to Snape and turned in her essay before walking back to her seat to grab her things.

"Believe it or not, someone's already asked me." She hissed under her breath, stuffing her things in her bag. "And I said yes." She said, turning and leaving the Great Hall.

Ron turned to look at his brothers, a look of shock on her face.

"Who asked her?" He knew that if anyone knew who her date was, it would be them. The identical boys looked at eachother before facing their little brother and shrugging at the same time.

"No clue." Fred said, also picking up his parchment to turn it in.

"But he made a good move." George added, and they left the table. Ron deflated and looked down at his half finished essay.

"We'll never get dates." He said sourly, and Harry nodded glumly.