Hi again! Thanks for all the follows and reviews and favorites. My heart leaps with joy. This should be my last chapter for the week since I have work and am moving into a new apartment. We finally have some Fremione interaction. Enjoy!

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"There are two ways to be fooled. One is to believe what isn't true; the other is to refuse to believe what is true."
― Søren Kierkegaard

Hermione Granger stared at the ceiling in the bedroom she shared with Ginny Weasley. She was bored. Truly and utterly bored. Usually an impossible task considering she could lose herself in a book at any given time. The unthinkable had happened though. She had been banned from the library.

It had been four days since she had seen her parents and she missed them terribly. Now she lived in Grimmauld Place, the headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix. When she arrived, Remus had let her go off with Ron to his room where he explained all that he knew. The Order was a group formed in the First War against Voldemort and with his return Headmaster Dumbledore revived it to counter Voldemort's efforts. However, seeing as her, Ron, Fred, George and Ginny were underage they were not allowed to attend meetings and overall were unaware of any plans being made. This offended her deeply as she wasn't naïve enough to expect the Order would allow them to fight but how could she help Harry if no one told her anything.

Her thoughts drifted back to the library. The enormous library she had managed to get a glimpse of Sirius walking out of. It was also at the back of the house, far away from the screaming insults of Mrs. Black. She seemed to know whenever Hermione was near and saved her nastiest insults for her. However, according to Sirius the books in the library were filled with knowledge that made those in the Restricted Section look like child's play. Certainly, not for the likes of innocent, pretty, young witches like her. She had scoffed at Sirius' comment. Books were not dark. People were. Most of all she despised being told she couldn't read something. It infuriated her to no end.

A soft knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. She beckoned for them to come in. Ron peered his head in.

"Mum wants us to come and help polish the silverware," Ron announced before sitting on Ginny's bed, kicking his shoes off and lying down.

Hermione groaned and tightened the blanket around her closing her eyes. If she had known she would be used as unpaid labor she probably would have fought harder to stay with her parents. At least until August. "Do you think if we stay up here and stay quiet your mother will assume we've fallen asleep and take pity on us and let us," she asked hopeful.

"Do my ears deceive me or is the Hermione Granger suggesting we disobey an authority figure," said a voice at the door. She opened her eyes and saw one of the Weasley twins come in. He was too far for her to tell which. His hand covered his mouth in mock shock.

"Must be all the dark magic in this house Gred," Fred exclaimed walking into the room. It's driving us all mad slowly. Just the other day I wanted to, "he stopped plastering on a face of sheer horror," do homework."

George gasped aghast. He checked Fred's forehead feeling for a temperature. "A bit feverish," he stopped looking eagerly toward Hermione before continuing, "Maybe the house causes personality switches? Hermione, have you felt the innate need to punch Ron? More than usual?"

Hermione and Ron threw their pillows at them.

"Sod off you two," Ron muttered. Instead George walked over to Ginny's bed, saw how comfy Ron looked and sat on his stomach. "Oi! Get your fat arse off me!"

"Fat," George asked in disbelief "I'm not the one who eats like a pig!" Ron started to shove him off and George tried to plant himself even harder into not moving.

"Boys, "Hermione mumbled under her breath. She felt her bed sag further down as Fred had sat at the edge of her bed. He gave her back her pillow and she tucked it back under her head.

"Move over Granger," said Fred as he pushed her legs back (Hey!) and pushed himself more onto the bed allowing him to rest his back and head on the wall. Hermione raised an eyebrow at him, decided she wasn't going to fight this as she was much too lazy right now to try, and rested her legs and feet on his lap. He peered down at her confused expecting her to kick him. Seeing she wasn't going to try he smirked, took the blanket from her and spread it over them evenly. He turned to look at his brothers. Ron now had George in a headlock.

"Unlike you three idiots I finished my homework already," Hermione commented. All three of them chuckled expecting nothing less. "There wasn't that much and it was really quite easy. I expected more considering this coming year we have our O.W.L's."

"Ahhhh enjoy it. The professors know that fifth year is the start of an enormous amount of homework and exams so the summer before they cut you some slack," Fred remarked wistfully. Not that he or George ever concerned themselves much with academics but it did force them to have to do more homework in recent years so they weren't always in detention. Of course, their summer homework was stuffed at the bottom of their trunk somewhere and would remain there until the last week of summer.

"Rubbish. They should be preparing us not cutting us some slack," Hermione started passionately, "Especially in defense! We are behind considering our first two years were incompetent. Remus spent half the year trying to catch us back up and Professor Moody, I mean Barty Crouch Jr., taught us useful knowledge but chances are most of what he taught us won't be on the exams, especially since we focused so much on the unforgivable curses and-"

"Merlin woman do you ever breathe," Fred interrupted wondering how she managed to rant so long without pausing. Even Ron and George, now on the floor, stopped wrestling for a moment to stare at her incredulously.

Hermione glared at him. "Well if I were a professor I would want my students to be-"

"Thank Merlin you're not," the twins interrupted. Thankfully Hermione hadn't managed to learn how to murder them with her eyes yet. Ron said something in agreement but his voice was muffled by George's hand covering his mouth. George had him pinned face down to the floor with his arm twisted behind his back.

"So, this is where you lot escaped off to," cried Ginny Weasley, "Ron mum sent you here ages ago and you two were supposed to help him not slow him down." She walked in, hardly sparing a glance at her brothers wrestling on the floor and looked toward Hermione and Fred, raising an eyebrow at their position. Interesting. "I've been alone with mum for nearly half an hour listening to her explain how to polish silverware. I should hex you three for leaving me alone with her." She loved her mother dearly but she tended to get overzealous when it came to cleaning.

"It's not our fault Ginny," George exclaimed. "We believe Fred and Hermione have lost their minds to some powerful dark magic. Fred wanted to do homework," he shouted as if this statement excused him from any wrongdoings. She looked over to Hermione, who just shrugged as if to say yes, they are barking mad but they're your brothers not mine.

"Yes, I can see how hard you're working on this George, "she said dryly. George looked pleased even though Ron was sitting on his back grinning widely. Seems as if Ron had won this match. "Well then let's be off before mum comes in and lectures you on the impropriety of there being three men alone in a room with an underage witch," she teased looking at Hermione and Fred particularly. Hermione felt her cheeks warm up but Fred grinned wolfishly.

"Oh, come off it, Hermione's been adopted into the family already. Practically our sister," George said but he stood up quickly, knocking Ron over, knowing his mother's old-fashioned notions and made a hasty exit. He didn't bother to see the reactions of the remaining four as he left.

One person shook their head amused. The other frowned. One person looked confused. The last person just smiled.

"Oh, there you five are. Come quickly. I must start cooking soon and this dining room needs some brightening up. A bit of polish will give all this silver a nice sheen," said an elderly plump woman.

Hermione groaned internally. Sirius would rather they just put everything into boxes and chuck it somewhere. According to the Order they were soon going to be helping remove all traces of dark artifacts from the house, not terribly exciting, but better than all the basic cleaning they were being told to do. They just had to wait on Moody to clear the basement of anything potentially lethal before Mrs. Weasley gave her permission though.

After a quick five-minute speech on what to do with directions to ask Ginny if they felt confused Mrs. Weasley left them to it. The twins quickly paired off to tackle one box and Ron approached Hermione and Ginny to work on another. After a few minutes of him listening to Ginny go on about an article in Witch Weekly he wandered over to work with the twins.

"Finally," Ginny exclaimed exasperated, "Ron is terrible at taking hints. Clearly, I needed to talk to you. He knows I could care less about what's in Witch Weekly."

Hermione snorted. "Why are you trying to scare him off," she questioned.

"To ask you why you and my brother were practically on top of each other," Ginny let out excitedly.

"What are you on about," Hermione asked confused. As far as she was aware her and Ron had barely touched since she arrived. There was one quick hug when she arrived but Ron had pulled away quickly to explain what he could about the Order.

"In our room. With Fred," Ginny said enunciating every word carefully.

Hermione' face screwed up in confusion before she realized what she meant. "On top of each other? You're exaggerating Ginny. George and Ron were sitting on your bed. Fred sat on mine and you know our beds are tiny. He just wanted to be comfortable and I couldn't begrudge him that so we repositioned ourselves so he could sit properly. I was just too lazy to sit up. That's all," Hermione explained giving Ginny an incredulous look.

"Oh please. I have seen Ron sit on your bed numerous times and you always sit up properly and as far away from him as you can get," Ginny replied not buying Hermione's answer.

"That's because Ron is over 6 feet tall and he takes up pretty much all the space on my bed. Plus, if we were in that position I would probably kick him in, well ermm, delicate areas. On accident of course," Hermione added quickly. "Anyway, I'm feeling a bit lazy today so I didn't fight Fred too hard on this. Normally I would have sat up."

"What you're really saying is Fred's 5'11 height is perfect for you compared to Ron who is a foot taller than your tiny 5'2," Ginny remarked.

"Clearly insanity runs in your family because you are all delusional," Hermione noted.

"Whatever you say Hermione," Ginny teased, "but when you notice what I just did just remember this."

Hermione gave her an amused stare as she watched Ginny walk toward her brothers. Fred laughed at some comment George made and Hermione smiled. Fred Weasley was much too concerned with pranks and having fun while she wanted to really do something with her life. They were complete opposites with little in common. Anything romantic between them would fizzle out in seconds. Yes, Ginny Weasley must be mad.

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