Hermione was quite proud of herself. The D.A. meetings were going great, they were even learning patronuses. She was walking around the room watching as everyone attempted to conjure their own patronus, when she reached Fred and George. George had already gotten the movement down, but he didn't seem to be able make a corporeal patronus. Fred,however, was swinging his wand in large jerky circles.

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Focus on something happier, George, or it will never take on a shape." He nodded and furrowed his eyebrows in concentration.

Fred frowned at her, "Aren't you going to help me at all?" He pouted.

Hermione laughed and moved next to him. "Your circles are too fast, and they aren't smooth enough. Try going slower, with a more fluid arc, like this." She demonstrated with her own wand. He nodded, and tried again, but he still wasn't doing it exactly right. She sighed and moved behind him. "More like this." She reached forward and grasped his wand hand, moving it in a small, slow circle. "See? Just like that. Now concentrate on the happiest memory you can think of, like your first prank or something."

He grinned, but gently pulled his hand away from hers. "That's not a happy memory. Mum nearly killed us for it, and Charlie still hasn't forgiven us."

Hermione rolled her eyes, but stepped back. "Oh? And what would be your happiest memory then?" He looked over at her, staring as if she had grown two heads.

When he finally broke eye contact, he said the incantation instead of answering her question. "Expecto Patronum!" A small, ghostly red fox darted out from the end of his wand. His eyes widened and he turned quickly to George, only to see a nearly identical fox running around him as well. Though they looked quite similar, it was clear to Hermione that it was a swift fox, and Fred's was just a red fox.

She laughed, "Of course."

The twins looked at her strangely. "What?" They said in unison, grinning.

"Foxes are known as being clever, sneaky, creative, and mate rather frequently." Both boys grew a slight blush. "You boys are also intelligent, love trickery, you're crafty, and it's well known that the two of you have made your way through your share of the seventh year girls." George grinned, his blush fading slightly. Fred's blush spread, and he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "And the red hair? Thats probably a factor as well."

"Why do you suppose-" George started,

"That the two of us," Fred said.

"Have different types,"

"Even though we are just alike?"

Hermione tilted her head to the side as she processed this. "Well, you are a lot alike, but there are subtle differences." She made brief eye contact with Fred, and remember how he had thanked her for knowing they weren't the same. "George likes to brag, and show off. Fred is proud, but not overly so. It's more of a quiet pride. I'd say that's why the two of you so rarely but heads. If you both were showoffs, then you would try to one up each other all the time, and never get anything done."

George nodded, and wrapped his arm around Fred's neck, pulling him down and roughing up his hair. "Well, they say its the quiet ones ya gotta watch out for, don't they Freddie?" George winked at Hermione. "Everyone knows I'm wild, they just hear whispers about you, eh?" Fred laughed and pushed George away.

"You don't know what you're talking about, mate." Fred laughed again, and ran his fingers through his long hair, letting it fall back in place.

Hermione rolled her eyes, but moved on to Luna, who also seemed to be struggling.

George sobered as soon as she was out of earshot. "Not a happy memory, eh?"

Fred looked at him in confusion, "What are you on about, now?"

George crossed his arms, "If our first prank wasn't happy enough for you, what was? Because it worked perfectly well for me, mate."

Fred sighed and shrugged. His eyes wandered over to where Hermione was attempting to help Luna.

"Was it when we used the boxing telescope on Granger?" He said excitedly. "Because that was a pretty good memory too, and I don't blame you for being afraid to let her know about that was what you used."

Fred rolled his, "I kissed her." He said quietly. George stared at him, waiting for Fred to yell out that he was kidding.

When Fred remained silent George nodded slowly. "I... didn't realize... You never said anything..."

"I didn't realize it myself, honestly. I mean, there were a couple times I checked her out you know, but what bloke hasn't? Then one night, when Dad was still in the hospital, she was there, and I just did it." He shrugged again, and avoided looking George directly in the eye.

"So that... That was your memory?" George said awkwardly. Fred had liked girls before, but more as conquests, not in a long term way. George wasn't sure how to deal with this side of his twin.

"She can tell us apart, did you know that? It's not just guesses. I think she's the only person, other than you, who has never called me George. Not that I mind, you know, it's just..."

"Different." They said in unison. Fred nodded.

"Before Angie, it never really bothered me. But now? It means something that she knows I'm not you."

"I get that." George said, nodding. "If you can get her, I say go for it. But Freddie, don't hurt her. She gets enough of that from Ron."

Fred grinned, "Oh I am way better than Ron." He said, puffing out his chest. They both laughed, and fell into easy conversation about their prat of a brother, and no, not Percy.