When they got back to the common room, it was empty aside from a few first and second years. "I don't want to do it with them around," she whisper to the twins.
"Alright," George shrugged.
"Come upstairs then," Fred said as he lead the way up toward the 6th year boys dormitory. It was empty, as expected. The rest of the boys were off in Hogsmeade, probably enjoying butterbeer and Honeydukes candy. "We could always sneak up there if you want to go," he grinned at Hermione.
"No," she immediately replied. "We're already in trouble. The last thing I need is to get more detention."
"Oh, Hermione, you underestimate us. But have it your way," George smiled.
"Ready to learn how to waltz?" Fred grinned.
She nodded, turning a slight shade of pink. She couldn't believe she was getting help from the twins. She couldn't believe she was confiding something in the twins that she wasn't confiding in her best friends.
"It's not scary. Come on now. You know us. Don't be embarrassed," Fred laughed.
"It's just...odd," she replied.
"Come on," Fred stood close to her. "I'm going to put my left hand on your waist. Put your right hand on my shoulder," he stopped, allowing her time to follow his instruction. "Now take my hand," he closed his hand around hers. He looked at her face, showing her discomfort. "Just relax," he smiled. "Follow my lead. When I step, you step."
She was soon following every step and realized it was quite easier than she had anticipated.
"You're a natural, love," George grinned when Fred stopped their dance.
"That wasn't hard at all," she smiled.
"Of course not. Now, it could certainly depend on your partner. We're wonderful dancers, you see. But who knows about Viktor?" George laughed.
"I'm sure Viktor is a satisfactory dancer," Hermione turned pink again.
"Is Viktor satisfactory in other aspects as well?" Fred grinned, winking at her.
She found herself giggling. "I don't think I should answer because I'm sure you mean something I wouldn't dare speak to you about."
"So you've snogged him then," George raised an eyebrow.
"We're not having this conversation," she crossed her arms, though still smiling.
"It's a simple question. Have you snogged the famous Viktor Krum?" George sat on the end of his bed.
"I-of cou-well we-no," she finally sighed, sitting on an opposite bed.
"Have you snogged anyone?" Fred was trying not to laugh.
"Well, no," she responded quietly.
"Well if you ever need any practice-"
"That won't be necessary," she rolled her eyes, smiling at them. Though I'm sure you're both fine."
"We're more than fine," Fred answered, offended. "I'll have you know we're wonderful," he winked at her again.
"And how would you know? Do you snog each other?" she raised an eyebrow, feeling triumphant when the boys both looked offended.
"You could ask Katie."
"Or Angelina."
"Or Mandy Brocklehurt. Though I'm not proud of that one," George laughed.
"Or-"
"I don't need a list of references," Hermione stopped them. "Though I'm interested in Mandy Brocklehurt. She's in my year," she laughed.
"It was more of a bet," he stopped at Hermione's disgusted look. "She knew! She made the bet! She bet me she could stand to eat more every flavor beans that I could. Unfortunately she won. I got sick on the vomit one. Couldn't go on," George shook his head.
"So she just wanted to snog you?" Hermione laughed.
"Of course. Lots of girls do," he shrugged.
"Well of course. Lavender and Parvati sure wouldn't mind," she grinned, thinking of her talk with her roommates the night before.
The boys simply laughed. "Yet you have no interest."
"Can we talk about something else?"
"We can always talk about going to Hogsmeade," George smiled.
"No," she answered again.
"Well then lets talk about Viktor," Fred sat next to her.
"There's nothing to talk about."
"Well if you're not snogging him, then what do you do?"
"We talk," she shrugged.
"About what?" Fred laughed, imagining the bookworm talking to the Quidditch star.
"Well, we don't really talk much. He just kind of stares at me. Mostly watches me study. But we talk some. He tells me about his school. And we talk about Hogwarts a bit. He really likes it here."
"He really likes you then, does he?" George smiled when she turned pink again.
"I think you blush as much as our brother," Fred laughed.
"I think I should go study a bit," she stood up and started to head out of the room.
"Hermione! We brought you back lots of candy!" Harry and Ron rushed to the couch where she was studying.
"Thanks," she smiled as she took a licorice wand from Harry.
"I wish you could have come with us," Ron emptied his pockets which were full of candy.
"Have you finished your potions essay?" Harry asked.
"Just finished rewriting it. I didn't like the first one. Took a lot of editing. But I'm sure this one is much better. I hope you finished yours."
"We'll finish it tonight," Ron shrugged as he ate a chocolate frog.
"You shouldn't wait until the last minute, Ron. You'll never get good marks on a rushed essay."
"At least after Potions on Monday there's no more classes for almost a month. I can't believe they extended break so long," Harry smiled.
"Well it'll give plenty of time for students to be able to get to know each other better," Hermione said as she rolled her parchment.
"Maybe we can get to know the Beauxbatons girls better," Ron added dreamily.
"Oh, Ronald, don't waste your time on them," Hermione shook her head. But Ron didn't hear her. He is in a daydream.
"Let him dream," Harry laughed.