"Fred!"
George's voice right next to his ear had Fred wincing, "Take it easy. Shit."
His twin looked unrepentant. He gave Fred a vaguely annoyed look, "Where is your head these days? Something on your mind?"
Fred made a face but chose not to say anything. Nothing made the devil come out in George than his twin's attempt to keep a secret.
"Spill."
Fred shrugged, "It's nothing important."
"Ha! I'll be the judge of that." He seated himself on the windowsill, crossing his legs, making himself comfortable.
"Do you have to be such an arse?"
"Is that a question or a statement?"
Fred pushed him with his foot, "Sod off."
George made a dreamy face, focusing his eyes on something in the distance, "I see – There is a girl." He squinted his eyes, and spoke in an exaggerated hushed whisper, "Long hair. Brown. Is it brown? Yes."
"Stop being such a bloody tosser."
George gave his annoyed twin an expectant look, grinning. Fred stared at him and then pushed him off his seat, a smile forming on lips.
"Is this about that bloke she's going out with?"
"She's not going out with him." Fred denied, heatedly.
"You mean you don't want her to."
"That's not what I said."
"You don't have to say it, Gred."
Fred was quiet for a few seconds, "She's Ron's friend." He looked uneasy, "I'm just concerned for her."
George didn't say anything and Fred spoke defensively, "He's not right for her. He's a bloody wanker. Who stands a girl up on her birthday?"
George wanted to grin but restrained himself. So something was going on here. His mother was going to have a field day with this. She had already been trying to push these two together.
"Bloody wanker."
"Exactly. What she sees in him, I don't understand."
"Well he is rich and good looking." George offered.
His twin glared at him, "Hermione isn't like that. She doesn't care about money."
George looked thoughtful, "True. Maybe it's his looks."
Fred scowled and stared at his reflection in the mirror. George bit his tongue to stop himself from snickering.
He leaned back and adjusted himself. In a drawling tone that would have made Draco's father proud, he asked, "As long as we're on the subject, who do you think would best suit Granger?"
When Fred shot him a suspicious look, he hastily improvised his statement, "I mean, she's so serious all the time, this bloke might be –"
"He can't make her laugh. She needs somebody who can make her laugh and he is as boring as a rock."
George stared at him, "That's a pretty strong statement, considering you've never met him."
Fred looked uncomfortable and refused to meet George's gaze, "He has to be. Who wears a suit all day?"
"Definitely not you." George murmured under his breath. He had tried his hardest o make Fred wear one but his twin liked his comfort too much.
"He seems like someone who would take advantage of a drunk girl." Fred growled, darkly.
George grinned, "Well we don't have to worry about that. Hermione rarely drinks."
Fred looked worried, "But when she does, she goes all out."
He stood up, abruptly, "I have to go."
George blinked, "What? Whe-"
Fred did not stay to listen. He was already gone."
George stared at the empty spot for a few seconds before biting his lip. He looked around for the floo powder and made quick haste.
Exiting the fireplace, he called out, "Mum! You will not believe this."