"No, George," Fred laughed at his brother as the two stretched out their plans among the Gryffindor commons. "The git isn't that smart. He wouldn't figure it out."
"I still say it's too obvious, Freddie."
"Your brother's right, Fred," Hermione spoke up from her corner, nose stuck in the newest muggle book her family sent her. "Even an idiot like Malfoy will figure that one out."
"Oh really?" Fred stood up and started walking toward the girl without making a sound. His twin was making silent kissy faces in the background.
"Yes, really," Hermione sighed, eyes scanning the page in front of her.
Fred pulled Hermione into his chest, a loud laugh leaving his lips as he kissed her forehead.
Hermione was shocked and on the verge of screaming before she realized it was Fred. "What are you doing?" She hissed at her boyfriend.
"Enlisting the help of the brightest witch of our age, of course, Hermione."
"You don't need my help. It's bloody obvious what you should do."
"Oh?" Fred questioned.
"And what should we do, Granger?"
"Punch him," Hermione joked. "It worked for me."
The twins looked at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter. One thing was for certain, planning this prank on Draco Malfoy was going to be even more interesting with Hermione on their side.