Not having much to do, Harry and Neville located the twins in the busy common room. Or rather Harry located the twins and pulled her friend along knowing they would be more entertaining than doing homework in the library. Neville followed knowing that he didn't really have a choice. Even with his friends crazy schemes, he still prefered spending time with her then off on his own.

Harry happily jumped over the couch opposite to them having a seat on the back. Not bothering to walk around which got her a slight grin from Fred who looked to be in fairly rough shape.

George didn't even glance there way, too busy glaring at his brother putting bruise balm over a dark purpling eye and cheek. Fred had a split lip, black eye, bruises across his cheek and cut up knuckles revealing he was clearly in a fight of some sort. His robes were torn and roughed up. "Well don't you look pretty," Harry teased as Neville went around the couch and took a seat.

Fred chuckled, "you should see the other guys." He was pretty proud of how well he handled himself after all.

She laughed, the other two did not seem to find it quite as funny as she did. George was too worried about his brother. "So were you jumped, or did you do the jumping."

George glared at her stopping what he was doing, she was not helping matters at all. "Don't encourage this, merlin."

Fred rolled his eyes shaking his head slightly, his brother worried far too much. It really wasn't that big of a deal. He had been in much worse fights that George took part in. He honestly did not see the big deal about the fight, "Relax George."

Harry laughed slightly on the same page as her rebellious friend. He was here so clearly, he was alright. Meaning he won or the fight was stopped before there was too much damage. "So Freddy, never answered my question, did you get jumped or do the jumping and how bad is the other guy."

At least one person could find the humor and excitement in it that he had. Maybe she would be impressed with the fight since his twin clearly wasn't. "Guys," he said with a grin, "I kicked their arses."

"Nice," she said as George shot her another glare, but she wasn't deterred by it. "So, Jumped, jumper..."

Fred really wished his brother would be this easy going about it instead of panicking and fretting over him. "Bastards deserved everything they got. You should most definitely see the other guys, check the infirmary."

"So, Jumper, what they do and how hard did you hit them?"

"Harry," Neville growled not liking the sound of his friend's voice.

She just grinned cheekily, "What, I love me a good fight story."

"Slytherins," Fred said as his brother finished and he turned to face her fully, excited to regale her with his epic fight story, "Complete arsewholes. Wouldn't shut their bloody mouths so I shut them for them. It was bloody brilliant. Not on of them saw it coming. Pretty sure I knocked out one of their teeth."

George through up his arms in exasperation, "Fuck Fred," George growled angrily, "you jumped four Slytherins, you're lucky that you caught them off guard. They could have kicked your arse. They could have seriously hurt you. You don't bloody think sometimes."

"Relax George, honestly it was just a fight, a fight I won for that matter," Fred stated still not seeing the big deal. He won after all, "I could get you being pissed if I lost but honestly."

Clearly Fred missed the common-sense department, George decided annoyed. "You didn't know you were going to win when you fought Fred. You don't bloody think."

"I'm fine."

George just shook his head. His twin was never going to get it. "Fine I give up. Clearly you got no self-preservation. No idea how you missed out on that but here we have it."

"So how badly did you beat them," Harry asked once the twins argument ended.

"HARRY!" Neville growled.

Fred just laughed as she gave her friend a pout, "Honestly Nev, the Slytherins are total douches. I want to know how badly he kicked their arses. I wish I could have been there."

Neville was very glad that his friend wasn't there. He could picture how that fight would have gone. "I don't you'd join in," Neville stated.

She did not deny it. She would have joined in for pure amusement. She glanced at Fred and he met her eyes. No one else really got that except each other. They knew how it was and even Fred who had a perfect match wasn't understood. A fight…the thrill, the chaos, not knowing if you'd win or lose, if you'd be caught. It was something that got the blood pumping.

Fred waited until their normal nightfall to describe the fight and who he was up against. She was an avid listener even popping in with comments and how he could have caused more damage. For someone of such a small size, she knew what she was talking about. She had learnt how to hit to cause damage or hurt since she was usually so much smaller then her opponents. Fred was just pleased that she understood why he had to do it. George didn't. It was something the two did not agree on.

The talk of the one fight he was just ended up in, turned to talks of fights of the past, the worst injuries and the best fights he'd ever been in, she matched a fair few stories, mostly at her time from privet drive. He was reminded of her cousin who she admitted to bullying her. He was one-person Fred seriously wanted to knock some sense into. Still, they weren't bothered by the others propensity for violence. Instead, it was just one more thing they had in common.

They decided to mostly keep their discussions to themselves so as not to bother George and Neville too much. After all, they cared about the two others who preferred following rules of common-sense instead of breaking them for the hell of it.