To say that Mrs. Weasley was happy to see Hermione again would have been the understatement of this century. The moment Fred and George had released their guest from bone-crushing embraces, Molly was squeezing the breath out of her. Hermione took it with great sportsmanship, thankfully, laughing and giving squeezes of her own in return.

"It's wonderful to see you, too, Mrs. Weasley," she laughed, as Molly finally stepped away.

"I'm sorry, dear. It's just been too long. I've been out of my mind with worry that you would never come back for a visit," Molly said, in a tone that had Hermione full of grief over her long absence. "Not that I could blame you, though. A woman like you should not have to deal with the nonsense that comes out of these boys, on a daily basis."

"Us?" Fred asked, holding a hand to his chest in mock appall. Hermione laughed quietly to herself while trying to avoid Mrs. Weasley's disapproving gaze.

"Never!" George exclaimed, as he glanced at Hermione with a pout, "You can't believe her, love, she's just trying to keep you out of our beds."

"George Weasley!" Molly scolded, "I will not have you saying offensive things like that. Stop trying to make everyone uncomfortable."

"Mum, we're not trying to pick her up or something. We don't need to ask. She'll come by herself," Fred chuckled, smiling at the woman in question. Hermione turned scarlet and looked down at the ground, suddenly finding the wood pattern to be most interesting.

Ron scoffed at this, "That's enough. Blimey, she's just gotten here!"

Fred raised an amused eyebrow as George's smile widened. "Jealousy!" they both shouted merrily at their younger brother.

"Am not!" Ron moped, before looking at Hermione again, "Want help lugging your stuff into Ginny's room?"

"Yes, please." Hermione said anxiously, wanting nothing more than to get out of this conversation with the twins. Their eyes were burning holes in her, causing her cheeks to remain red as cherries from their flirting. Fred's face held a smirk and George's was tamed to a grin. George had always been a tad more sensitive.

Ron levitated one of the larger suitcases and Hermione took a smaller one. There was still one left to bring, though, so Hermione threw a pointed glare in Harry's direction and tried to get the general idea through his head before Fred or George volunteered.

"Oh! Right. I'll be getting that," Harry said, jumping forward and levitating the last, larger luggage towards the stairs.

"Thank you!" Hermione smiled broadly at her friends and headed towards the stairs after Harry. Her breath caught in her throat when she accidentally brushed up against Fred's chest, while trying to move around him. Upon glancing upwards, she found his eyes had darkened considerably and his wicked smirk was now larger.

"Come down whenever you're finished unpacking, dear."

Mrs. Weasley's voice broke her out of Fred's leer, causing her to jump. She attempted to not look as flustered as she felt. However, she failed miserably, "Oh! Uh, yes. O-Of course." Hermione turned away as quickly as she could, practically sprinting up the stairs and out of everyone in the living room's eyesight. Ron shook his head and followed.

Fred grinned mischievously at George who smiled widely back. Ginny who had witnessed the entire exchange with amusement, shook her head at the twins, "We are supposed to make her feel welcomed. Not as if she's going to have to wear Grandmother's old moo-moos to hide her figure whenever you two are around."

George pouted and looked at her with wide eyes, "You don't really think she'd cover up her body with those hideous things, do you?"

"We'll have to burn any ones that are still in the house," Fred said, "I mean, there can't be that many."

Ginny laughed at their heart aches, "Stay away from Hermione. She'll never come over to the dark side."

"Absolutely not!" Mrs. Weasley nodded, "She's too mature for that. Such a smart, young girl. I'm warning you now, Fred, keep your hands to yourself and wipe that smirk off your face."

"Hey! What about George?" Fred asked, "I'm not the only one who was having some pretty detailed daydreams when that little witch ran up those stairs in that nice, tight jean skirt..." He branched off as the image made its way into his mind again.

"You are so gross, Fred," Ginny stuck her tongue out in appall. She looked at George, only to find him off in la-la land, as well. With another shiver of disgust, she rushed up the stairs to see if Hermione needed any more help.

Mrs. Weasley shook her head at her sons before she decided to go and make sure everything was ready for lunch. The moment she was out of the room, the twins seemed to snap out of it. George chuckled, "That Hermione Granger has gotten herself into a bit of trouble just by stepping foot into this house."

Fred glanced up the stairs to where she had disappeared minutes prior, "Shotty!"

"No way, mate! You don't stand a chance, anyway."

Fred scoffed, "And why do you say that, George?"

"Hermione knows I'm the 'sweet twin,'" George smiled, "She thinks you're the 'rebel without a cause.' Can't really blame the gossip-mills for saying that, now can we?" George raised both eyebrows at his brother, as if daring him to say differently.

"I'm not that bad!"

"You do run away from any girl who gets too emotionally close to you. Sorry, Fred, but you have some serious womanly woes," George stated matter-of-factly.

"Sod off, mate. I do not," Fred glared at his brother with annoyance, wishing he would drop it. "And even if I did, I wouldn't want to talk about them."

"Are you sure about that Fred? Your list of womanly woes would make for a wicked novel. Merlin, it'd never end!" George chuckled, throwing one more smirk at his twin before practically skipping away toward the kitchen and dodging the smack to the back of his head that Fred sent him.

Fred was left, standing in his lonesome, in the middle of the living room. He sent a look up the stairs once more, before following after George. "Womanly woes my arse," he grumbled beneath his breath.

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