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Was it you who caught me staring?
"Forge, you've got my shirt!" George's voice interrupted Fred's very impure thoughts about a certain muggle-born witch currently residing at the Burrow. "Oh, er… sorry," he muttered, pulling it over his head and tossing it at his twin. "What's got you so quiet, brother mine?" Fred looked up, a look of half-amusement, half-chagrin on his face. "Hermione again?" George guessed, and Fred nodded, not the least bit surprised by his twin's intuitiveness. "Just tell her you fancy her already, will you?" Chuckling, George slammed his trunk shut and levitated it from the room. Absently, Fred Accio'ed his last pair of socks and tossed them into his trunk, full to bursting, as usual, with joke merchandise. He left it in his room so his mum wouldn't search it, and leant against the doorframe of his and George's bedroom, his attention caught by the selfsame witch he'd just been daydreaming about. Hermione expertly guided her levitating trunk down the stairs, her face screwed into an expression of concentration that he found adorable. George's voice sounded in his head just then, distracting him, "Just tell her you fancy her already, will you?" He made up his mind just as she passed him on the stairs, too focused on her trunk to take any notice of him. "Oi, Granger!" He couldn't do it. "Need some help?" He finished lamely, nearly breaking her concentration, if he was any judge of the trunk's sudden wobbliness. "No, I don't!" She said rather snappily, turning to face him. Her face reddened suddenly, and the trunk wobbled dangerously again. She turned away quickly, and he glanced down at himself, slightly embarrassed as he realized that he had forgotten to put on a shirt. A loud banging noise caught his attention, and he looked up to see Hermione's trunk clattering down the stairs. Apparently, she had been quite a bit more affected then he'd thought. Laughing, his embarrassment completely forgotten, he twisted in place, disapparating and reappearing at the foot of the staircase. "Wingardium Leviosa!" He shouted, the trunk rising with his wand. Trotting off and guiding the trunk, he turned his head to shout, still laughing, "You're welcome, Granger!"
Or was it me who caught you?
Hermione had always loved the Burrow. Perhaps it was because she was an only child, but the constant noise from the Weasley family had comforted her from the day she had first visited. Even after You-Know-Who had returned at the end of last year, the Weasley house had always been full of laughter, thanks mostly to Fred and George's constant jesting. She felt her cheeks redden slightly as she thought of them, Fred's grinning face sticking firmly in her mind. Shaking her head softly, she Accio'ed her new robes to her, and set them gently in her trunk before continuing to make her possessions zoom across the room toward her. The Burrow was silent today, as everyone was packing up to go to 12 Grimmauld Place for the rest of the summer, because the members of the Order had decided that it wasn't safe for them to stay at the Burrow any more. She chatted a little with Ginny as they packed, but the younger girl was sad to be leaving her home, and didn't speak much. Hermione finished packing, closed her trunk, and stood to leave the room, patting Ginny on the shoulder comfortingly as she did so. "Wingardium Leviosa," she murmured, guiding her trunk from the room and down the stairs. She was so focused on her trunk that, as she passed Fred and George's room, she was surprised by Fred Weasley's voice calling out, "Oi, Granger," a pause. "Need some help?" Her trunk shook warningly as she spun around to face him. "No I don't!" she snapped as she struggled to maintain her focus on the trunk still hovering in the air. Her face reddened as she took in his appearance, lounging casually against his doorframe without his shirt on, for some reason. Looking away quickly, she struggled to regain control of her trunk, which had started to wobble dangerously. It was too late, however, her concentration was broken. The trunk fell from the air, clattering loudly down the stairs. Fred laughed beside her, but before she could shout at him for it, he had disapparated with a loud crack. He reappeared at the base of the stairs, called out, "Wingardium Leviosa!" and before she could react, was guiding her trunk out into the living room. Over his shoulder, he shouted toward her, laughing, "You're welcome, Granger!"