George didn't waste any time, apparently.
By mid morning, the entire family had heard of how Fred and Hermione had kissed on Hermione's birthday while she was wearing his shirt, sitting in his lap, in his apartment.
"We did not kiss!" Hermione's wailed miserably as she sat in the Weasley's kitchen, her head buried in her arms. Harry and Ron regarded her from across the table.
"You can tell us anything-" Harry was cut off from his reasonable speech as he ducked to avoid the plate that came flying his way.
"Gee, 'Mione. That was Mum's favorite set." Ron's eyes were wide.
"Reparo." Hermione flicked her wand, miserably. "This is a mess."
"Yeah, it is." Her red haired friend nodded, agreeably, "But you fixed it fine."
"She's talking about her thing with Fred, you gnat."
"It is not a thing! Fred and I do not have a thing!"
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that, Granger." A new voice inserted itself into the conversation.
Hermione groaned but looked around to see Fred's voice sticking out from the fireplace as he grinned cheerfully, "Hey, ronnikins. Harry. Either of you seen Mum?"
Harry shook his head whilst Ron scowled at that old nickname.
Fred frowned, "Could you tell her to send me those red boxes I gave her? I need them urgent." He paused for a second as if hearing something and then turned his head and shouted into the fire, "NOT THE BLUE ONE, YOU BLITHERING IDIOT!"
All three occupants of the room raised a brow at the language and Fred rolled his eyes, "New assistant. He's stupider than Valerie and that's saying something. So, anyways, give my message to Mum and," He winked, "Don't harass Hermione too much, okay. She's just shy."
He pulled his head back, laughing at the outraged expression on Hermione's face.
"Nothing to tell us, eh Hermione?"
Harry and Ron's triumphant expressions made her want to smack them both.
This was just ridiculous.
A.N: Some will be short. Some will be long. This one was short.