Hermione and George got up at the same exact time the next morning. Fred had let Hermione borrow some of his pajamas.

"Freddie, get up! It's noon!" said George, shaking his brother. Fred woke up, using his elbow to get himself off his pillow.

"What're you-" started Fred, but before he could finish, Hermione threw a bucket of ice cold water all over him. His mattress was soaked. "What was that for?"

"You never get pranked, so we pranked you," said George.

"Yeah, waking me up at four in the morning on a Saturday and splashing me with ice cold water is so original," said Fred sarcastically.

"Come on, admit you don't mind that you just got pranked," said Hermione.

"Fine, I don't. But did it have to be ice cold water?" replied Fred, getting up and looking for some dry clothes. Hermione reached up and ruffled his now wet, ginger hair. It almost brought comfort to him. He kissed her, and George looked away.

"Get used to it, brother of mine," said Fred, continuing his search for dry clothes.

"Yup, that's going to be easy," said George. "Just please don't snog her."

Fred thought for a moment. He could snog her as revenge for the prank, but Hermione had been in on it, too. But George had also probably done something to get her to do it.

"Be right back," said Fred, leaving with dry clothes. He came back in dry clothes. "Did you voluntarily help George prank me?" he whispered in Hermione's ear. She shook her head.

"He payed me five Galleons," she replied.

"How would you like to snog me for revenge?" whispered

Fred.

"I don't see why not," said Hermione, smiling. Five seconds later, George was yelling.

"YOU TWO ARE DISGUSTING!" he shouted. There was a crack. Mr. Weasley had Apparated into the room, his face bright red.

"George, why-" he started, but Disapparated when he saw his son snogging Hermione. George was gagging. He sounded like he would throw up any moment.

"I thought Ron becoming a prefect was bad! This is terrible!" said George. After five minutes of torturing his twin, Fred broke off the kiss. George had been shouting at them the whole time. He was gasping for breath.

"Can we please go back to bed?" said George.

"It's your fault you're up so early. Nope," said Fred. "You can make breakfast. Hermione and I are going back to bed."

George groaned, Apparating downstairs to start breakfast. Fred hugged Hermione, picking her up and putting her on his bed. Fred got on George's bed, putting his hands behind his head. When he heard the soft breathing meaning Hermione was asleep, he curled up next to her.

When George Apparated back to his and Fred's room, it wasn't the crack the woke up the pair sleeping on Fred's bed. It was shouting.

"FRED!"

Fred and Hermione woke up, and the twins' parents Apparated to the room. Mr. Weasley immediately Disapparated back to his room, but Mrs. Weasley started yelling at George, then saw Fred and yelled at him.

"Mum, calm down!" said Fred. "I'm punishing George for waking me up at four in the morning!"

"Do I smell eggs?" Mrs. Weasley said. George nodded.

"Fred made me cook breakfast while he caught up on sleep."

"Would you like to explain what you're doing?" asked Mrs. Weasley.

"Hermione fell asleep, and I couldn't help but curl up next to her," said Fred. "Don't say we can't, we're legally adults now," he said in reply to his mother's angry look.

"True," she said. "Alright, I'm going back to bed."

Fred smiled. Ron had said over the summer after his first year that Hermione had told him and Harry, "I'm going to bed, before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed, or worse, expelled." What his mother had just said reminded him of this moment. Fred hadn't been good friends with Hermione until his fourth year, and when he'd heard that, he thought, 'Man, this girl needs to sort out her priorities! Honestly, I thought even she would think death is worse than being expelled!' George noticed his smile.

"What're you smiling about?" he asked.

"Oh, memories," Fred replied.

The next day, Hermione's second full day, she invited the Weasleys to go swimming at a Muggle pool with her. Voldemort had not made it against the law to mingle with these non-magic people, luckily. Fred, George, Ron, and Percy grabbed their swimming trunks and towels, each unique to each person (besides Fred and George, obviously, theirs were identical) and it was the same with Hermione's and Ginny's.

After leaving the locker room (it had taken them fifteen minutes to figure out how to work the lockers without Hermione), Fred got into the pool with George, both with broomstick swimming trunks, and towels from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes; they'd bewitched them to look like Muggle towels. Ron's towel matched his trunks, too. Of course, both had a double black C against orange for the Chudley Cannons Quidditch team.

Percy had his Gryffindor pride trunks with him, and a towel with the Hogwarts crest that said, "Hogwarts Head Boy" on it. Hermione's swimsuit was a one-piece, and it had an owl on the front. Her towel was a pair of characters from a Muggle TV show called "Loony Toons," a canary named Tweety with a black and white cat by her named Sylvester. Ginny's was her favorite shade of blue and so was her towel.

"Hey, 'Mione, watch this!" shouted Fred, causing Hermione to look up from her book. "Your nose is always in a book," he said, smiling, before plugging his nose and diving. Hermione laughed as she got splashed with water droplets. She looked at her book again, then she heard splashing from the pool and George saying Fred's name.

"Fred?" said Hermione, looking over the edge. "Fred?"

Fred jumped out of the water, grabbing Hermione and pulling her in. She stood up, wiping her hair out of her face and shaking her head to get the water out of her eyes. The second she could see, she splashed water at Fred's face. He did the same. They accidentally hit George in the face.

"Ouch, what's in this water?" asked George, shaking water out his eyes. Luckily, they were the only ones at the pool, so the Weasleys could ask as many questions as they needed or wanted.

"It's a chemical called chlorine," said Hermione. "Chemicals are things used in kind of like a Muggle version of Potions," she added; all the redheads that were with her had given her a confused look. Taking her chance, she splashed water in Fred's face again.

"You got it in my eyes, Granger!" said Fred, grabbing his towel to wipe his face. He had a smile on his face despite the fact that he was in pain. Hermione had to smile. He had gotten out of the pool, and it was now that she realized there was no lifeguard. Suddenly, there was a splash, and George quickly swam over to where the sound had come from. Hermione looked at where Fred's towel was. He wasn't there.

"Fred!" she shouted. George was doing the same. He dived under, then came back up.

"I can't see," he said. Hermione got out of the water and ran to her bag. "He fell, then hit his head on the edge of the pool!"

"Here, they'll help you see!" she said, tossing a pair of goggles to George. He put them on, and Hermione grabbed a pair and went back into the water. Once she went under, she saw George, and they found Fred a foot from where he'd fallen. He was unconscious. Hermione helped George get him out of the water. He still had a pulse.

"Is he okay?" said George, putting the goggles he'd gotten from Hermione on his forehead.

"He's still breathing, that's a good sign," she said. She did the same as George. "But it's shallow, he could stop at any second," she added as she watched Fred's chest move up and down with his breathing. By now, Percy, Ron, and Ginny had come to see if their brother was okay. George went back into the pool to wait, his back facing the side of the pool Fred was on. Hermione followed him.

Without warning, they heard coughing, and it sounded like George was coughing but he wasn't. This could only be Fred. They turned around.

"Fred, thank goodness you're okay!" said Hermione.

"What- what happened?" Fred asked, trying to sit up.

"You slipped when you went to dry off your face," said George. Fred looked at his leg.

"I must've had a nasty fall," he said, chuckling. "If I lost conciousness and broke my leg, I must've fallen hard."

"You did, for a minute I thought Ron had belly flopped it," said Hermione. Fred coughed some more; he still had water in his lungs.

"At least you're okay," said Percy.

"You're beautiful when you've just saved someone's life, did you know that?" said Fred after a third coughing fit. Hermione turned red. The Muggle that had taken Hermione's money came in.

"Is he okay?" she asked, gesturing towards Fred.

"Yeah, he's fine," said Ron. "He's a real jokester, you know?" The Muggle left. Fred had a few more coughing fits before saying he was fine. Hermione told him to rest his leg while she grabbed her wand. When she came back, she magically wrapped his leg, and made it to where he could still have fun in the water. When they all said they were tired (except Percy, who had been reading in the sun and had a slight sunburn everywhere but where his swimming trunks were) they went to a Muggle food joint across the street.

"I wonder what this tastes like," said Ron, looking at a hamburger patty.

"Oh, yeah, those," said Hermione. "It's a hamburger patty, and here's a bun," she explained, handing Ron a hamburger bun. Fred had a piece of pizza, George had a half a plateful of macaroni and cheese, Percy had a breakfast for dinner thing, and Ginny and Hermione had hot dogs. After Fred finished his pizza, he went to grab a hot dog. When everyone was done eating, they went back to the Burrow.

"Fred, what'd you do?" asked Mrs. Weasley after she realized he was limping slightly.

"I fell really hard in the pool, but I'm fine," said Fred. "I was unconscious for five minutes-"

"You were what?!" Mrs. Weasley shouted. Fred smiled.

"Mum, I'm fine. You need to stop worrying, you really do," he told her. "I got all the water out of my lungs, and Hermione fixed my leg so I could walk. I'm perfectly fine."

"Well, thank you for helping him, Hermione," said Mrs. Weasley.

"George helped get him to the surface, so don't just thank me," said Hermione.

"Thank you, George," said Mrs. Weasley.

"You're welcome. If it weren't for me, we wouldn't have even known Fred fell," George told his mother. "I saw him fall and he landed a foot from where his towel was. Hermione helped me get him back to dry land, and three minutes later he started coughing to get the water out of his lungs."

"Yeah, I would probably be in the bottom of the pool, dead, had George not seen me fall," said Fred. "I must've hit my head head on the bottom when I fell, though, if I was unconscious for five minutes."

"All that matters is that you're okay," said Ron and Ginny in unison. After they told the story five more times (Mr. Weasley thought this sounded like an adventure), they went to bed, Fred sharing his bed with Hermione again.

Fred was still awake at midnight. George was up, too, and both were standing by Fred's bed, watching Hermione. She was twitching, like she was having a nightmare or something. Eventually, she woke up, sitting up. She put her head between her knees and her body shook with silent sobs.

"Hey," Fred said quietly. "You're fine. It's over, you're okay." He rubbed her back, trying to calm her down.

"Fred, it's not over until... Until..." She broke into more sobs. "I keep having nightmares about that night in the manor... Bellatrix did this to me!" She showed the twins her arm. It had the word "Mudblood" carved on it.

"Anyone who tries to hurt you will have to go through me first," said Fred. "And probably George, because he does everything I do." George rolled his eyes.

"Almost everything," he told Fred. "I didn't almost die from an explosion that should've killed me." Hermione giggled.

"I won't make you go back to sleep," Fred continued, glaring at George, who was testing various things to put in the hole where his ear had been. "If you want, we can stay up. You can read, I'll just go grab you a book."

"Thanks," said Hermione. He came back with "The Tales of Beedle the Bard". Within an hour, Fred and George were asleep, Fred with his feet in George's face; his little toe was in his twin's nose. George had a pencil in the hole on the right side of his head.