Lunch started badly and gradually got worse.

Problems arose when Hermione kicked herself for letting Draco organise the seating arrangements.

For one thing he sat himself next to Ron, and Blaise opposite. Ron and Blaise had yet to stop arguing, having moved on from quidditch to other insignificant topics.

Then he'd sat George next to her, and Fred opposite her. His original plan may have been to sit Fred next to her, and thereby try and force them to talk to each other. Yeah like that would work.

But something was off. Although George was making her laugh a lot Fred wasn't looking jealous. He was watching them carefully, almost analytically, but the vibe from him was more curious than negative.

Hermione's logical mind set to work, trying to solve the puzzle.

By the time the puddings arrived, and several well placed questions later, she had the puzzle solved.

"Just how long did you think you could fool me?" she asked them coolly.

"Don't know what you're talking about." They chorused, calling the table's attention onto the three of them.

"Very well, I shall explain. It was very risky of you, to do what you did. Especially when you consider that I am the only person who always knows which twin is which. Wouldn't you agree, Fred?" she turned to the twin sitting next to her. Fred looked surprised but also amused.

"Very good. We didn't think you'd work it out. How did you, by the way?"

"You must have known that to fool me you'd have had to be very thorough, but there was one area you weren't completely sure of."

"Well?" George asked.

"Business. Although you both run your business equally you have separate jobs within it. Fred, being the more creative twin, does most of the inventing, but he has no head for numbers. George does and so he takes care of the paperwork and the budget. It's not hugely noticeable but when asked how the business was going, George would have mentioned the new products but would have gone into detail about the profits made. The twin I was sitting next to talked more about new invention ideas, he even asked my help on a problem with one of them. Therefore I conclude that I was sitting next to Fred and not George."

There was a silence as she finished. Calmly she smiled into her goblet of wine as the twins burst into applause.

"But why would they switch on you?" asked Neville.

"Presumably in an effort to get us talking again. Am I right, boys?"

"Yeah, that's about right."

At this point Blaise and Ron resumed their argument, this one about Draco. Hermione rolled her eyes and turned to the rest of the table.

"Coffee?"

They all agreed and returned to the lounge. As Ginny and Luna helped Hermione, she commented on Luna's brightened complexion.

"We have some news."

"Oh really, Mrs Longbottom? I suspected as much."

"We're going to have a baby."

"Congratulations." They hugged her tightly and Harry and George clapped Neville on the back.

"We're trying, too. We think we're ready." Ginny said.

"Why is it so simple with your relationships? Why are mine and Draco's such a mess?"

"Because you're all cowards that's why."

"Thanks Mrs Potter."

"You'd be a Mrs soon rather than a Miss if you'd stop dancing around your feelings and told Fred how you really feel."

"Gin, keep your voice down." Hermione hissed, but it was too late. Fred was blushing and trying his best not to smile too much.

"See, this is what needs to happen."

"Is this an intervention?"

Ginny thought about it. "Yes." She said decisively.

"Perfect." Hermione muttered.

"Now are you going to act of your own free will, or do I have to get the mistletoe out?"

"Why do I have to make the first move?"

"Don't you know anything about Weasley men? When it comes to girls they're all hopeless. Hence why two of them, and possibly a third, are gay."

"Hey!"

"Face it Ron, it's true."

Ron turned away, grumbling. Draco chuckled and went to console his boyfriend.

"See, Draco's isn't a mess. Well not like yours is."

"Alright, alright. I get the point."

"Now are you going to do anything about it?"

"I will if you quit nagging me!"

Everyone stopped talking in the light of one of Hermione's rare explosions of temper. Although she often blew up at Ron and occasionally at Harry and Draco, she very rarely shouted at Ginny.

Draco cleared his throat. "Snowball fight, anyone?"