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George had never seen Hermione Granger with such an expression. He, of course, was not her personal stalker, but many moments were preserved in his memory, one way or another connected with the brunette. For example, when she scolded them for being irresponsible and a bad example for younger students, when she laughed at their antics, when she lectured Harry and Ron, when she came to support them every time, even though she hated Quidditch. When she hid her smile behind a book, not wanting to encourage the twins for their disgusting behavior. But George was not familiar with that expression. Sitting comfortably in an old wine-colored velvet armchair, Granger looked soft, tender and ... almost in love, he realized. But he is imagining things, right?

After all, if she is in love with someone, then all this should not be new to George. He remembered all those random meetings last year, in which she without fail walked around the castle in the company of Viktor Krum. George played back the memories of her, like on the muggle television in his father's shed. He remembered how Granger gestured with her hand, trying to convey a thought to the bulgarian or add color to her stories, how she embarrassedly laughed at the remarks of the famous seeker, how she carefully listened to Krum's speech and his description of Durmstrang.

But at the same time, the image of a tense and tired Gryffindor appeared before George's eyes, who sat for hours in the library, hoping to help Harry cope with the next task of that damned tournament. She neglected her health all the time, skipping dinner or constantly not getting enough sleep, only to wake up in the cold waters of the Black Lake - he had no doubt that the sensations were not pleasant.

And yet, who knows? Maybe George's assumptions were wrong, and it just seemed to him, or maybe Granger did not fall in love with the Bulgarian bon-bon, because of which he did not recognize the expression on her face. The conclusion was still the same as before. It suits her, George thought belatedly and looked at Hermione. And only meeting her eyes, he mentally admitted to himself that he wants to see this expression on her face directed only at him.

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Of course, Fred knew that Granger was now seeing George in front of her, even if she was actually staring at him. But he knew that the brightest witch of her age would not disappoint him, that sooner or later she would figure out what was going on and would certainly scold them, while looking so smug as if she had successfully stolen rare potion ingredients from Snape himself. Therefore, he especially wanted to stop time right in this moment, so that later, in the darkest times, he would remind himself for what and for whom he was fighting.

He also regretted not carrying a camera like that boy named Colin Creevey. Although he understood that even he could not find a plausible enough explanation for why he had so many pictures of Granger, which he keeps in his things. Merlin knows that he didn't want to become famous for some kind of stalker that constantly follows the subject of his adoration. Fred, of course, can turn everything into a joke and tell everyone that this is his new way of annoying the Gryffindor prefect, but he did not want to reduce his almost non-existent chances of winning a brunette.

In addition, Fred did not want to get on the blacklist of the boy-who-lived, who had recently become so paranoid that he almost did not let Hermione out of his sight, fearing that she would be kidnapped right from Hogwarts. To be honest, Fred didn't blame him for this - if he were in Harry's shoes, he probably would have become like Moody with his constant vigilance. On top of that, he was reassured by the thought that Granger would be looked after by someone who genuinely worried about her well-being. Of course, she was a very capable witch, and in which case she could perfectly stand up for herself, but this did little to lessen his worry. And the selfish part that rested deep inside Fred hoped that Harry would chase away all those unworthy admirers that would certainly appear as soon as the twins graduated from school. Maybe Fred will be able to continue their so-called friendship through the mail and ask her out on a Hogsmeade date…

A moment - and the brown eyes no longer had the same warmth that was in them a minute earlier. There was a slight confusion, incredulity, and suspicion in the chocolate orbs, and Granger turned her gaze to George, apparently looking for an explanation. It looks like he will win their argument after all, Fred thought smugly and, exchanging glances with his brother, headed towards the petite Gryffindor. Even the most oblivious person could see Granger getting gradually annoyed as the Weasley twins nestled comfortably at her feet with identical crooked smiles.

"What have you two done now?" she asked in a serious tone somewhat reminiscent of McGonagall. But her hopes were crushed when the twins just shook their heads cheerfully, as if to say that it would not work on them.

"Nah, Granger-"

"-We agreed that time-"

"-That if you want to blame us of something-"

"You'll have to find out for yourself," George said with genuine amusement in his voice, and Fred's crooked smile turned into an equally sly grin.

Granger exhaled slowly, closing her eyes for a second, as if trying to control herself, and again looked at them carefully, that you could hear the gears spinning in her head. She tilted her head slightly to the left, but this small movement was enough for Fred to turn his attention to her thin neck and fragile looking collarbones, which barely peeped out from behind the unbuttoned collar of her uniform shirt. Apparently, she had time to take off her tie, he thought absently and hastily shifted his gaze to her face. It turned out that she was so busy looking at George that she did not notice at all how Fred looked at her neck for an indecently long time.

"You did something to yourselves, didn't you?" did not ask, but rather confirmed Hermione and, without waiting for their response, voiced her guess. "Polyjuice Potion?"

"Impressive, Granger," the Weasley twins said in unison and looked at each other meaningfully, knowing full well how annoying it was to Granger. "And yet you are wrong."

"But didn't you swap bodies?" the Gryffindor asked, annoyed that her guess was wrong.

"Yes and no-"

"-However, we have a great idea-"

"Do you want to bet with us?" this time Fred asked and moved closer to the girl, waiting for an answer.

When Fred and George approached Hermione Granger that evening, they never thought they would have such a great opportunity for fun. Of course, they weren't 100% sure that she would agree to their bet, but it was worth the try.

"And what do you want to bet on?" after a long silence, Hermione slowly said, as if she didn't believe that she was asking this in the first place at all, and turned her wary gaze on them.

"On wish, of course," George replied easily, shrugging his shoulders. "If you manage to find out by the end of the dinner what exactly we have used to achieve such a result, then each of us will owe you three wishes."

"Otherwise, you will owe each of us three wishes," Fred continued and, anticipating the impending tirade, quickly added: "But if you win the argument, then we will even stop distributing our products around the castle and the invention process itself."

It was evident that the last sentence got her attention – Merlin knows, they have already managed to cause her enough problems. Granger pursed her lips into a thin line and reached out her hands to the twins to shake their hands.

"However, no outside help," warned George and released her small hand.

The answer was only a decisive nod and a slamming picture of the Fat Lady.

"Have you already thought of your three wishes?" Fred asked his twin as they got up from their seats to head to their bedroom for a well-deserved rest. Still, there were almost two hours before lunch.

In any other case, the twins would not have been so confident when dealing with Hermione Granger herself, but this time the victory was originally theirs, which the girl herself had no idea about. The catch was that not a single Hogwarts book contained the spell Flitwick taught them - the professor himself mentioned this during the lesson. And since they forbade Granger from asking for help, they had no choice but to prepare a wish list.

"Not yet, but I have a couple of ideas," George said nonchalantly, and Fred stopped abruptly by his bed, noticing a small, dreamy smile flickering across his twin's face.

Suddenly Fred had to hold his breath when the realization that George's attention had never left Granger for a moment during their entire conversation hit him in the gut.

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Hermione Granger's life was like a fairy tale. No, not the fairy tales you just thought of. No. Her life sometimes reminded her of Alice in Wonderland. Of course, she did not have the same character as the heroine herself, but this did not negate the fact that they had a lot in common. For example, Hogwarts was her rabbit hole that she dreamed of falling into when she was younger. And all her friends, acquaintances, professors, in the end, even Voldemort reminded her of other characters in a children's fairy tale: the same queen of hearts, a blue caterpillar, a mad hatter, a Cheshire cat, and so on. It's not hard to guess the first time around who is the evil queen of her story. However, this is not about that, because now Hermione was rushing through the castle in the direction of the library, like a maddened white rabbit with a pocket watch. All that was missing was the muttering about how she was late and had no time to do anything.

"And why did I even agree to this stupid bet," she sighed softly, once again having managed to regret her spontaneous decision, but there was no turning back. Plus, the very idea that the Weasley twins would owe her a wish was so seductive that even Hermione couldn't refuse. But her rose-colored glasses shattered with a deafening crash, as soon as the picture of the Fat Lady was closed behind her back witch a click.

Securing a deal with the devil himself would be a much wiser decision than betting with the twins, she thought gloomily, and with a groan put the next book aside, finding nothing useful in it. Hermione glanced at her wristwatch and felt a fit of hysteria - only half an hour left until the end of dinner, and she still hadn't found the spell she needed. Or a potion. Shit.

Their eyes are to blame for everything, already resigned to their fate, the girl thought - Hermione will not be surprised if she finds out that they have learned hypnosis.

She slowly trudged towards Gryffindor Tower, and even in the sound of her heels you could hear how she was feeling at the moment. The Gryffindor hoped that Harry and Ron had snatched something edible from dinner with them, or that the twins had enough sympathy to bring her at least a piece of pie - she was starving.

Just think about it! Only one wish in the hands of the twins can ruin anyone's life, let alone six...

Barely whispering the password to the suspiciously quiet picture watching her, Hermione entered the Gryffindor living room. The warm air drove away the cold of the corridors that had soaked into her clothes. She looked around the room and stepped out of the shadows, finding those she was looking for - it's hard not to notice the bright red heads that belong to all members of the Weasley family. Harry and Ron were sitting with Fred and George in the farthest corner of the living room and, judging by their furious gestures, had another interesting conversation about Quidditch. Boys, she shook her head.

"Hey, Hermione!" Harry noticed her first and waved his hand, urging her to sit next to him. Hermione was surprised that he hadn't come in search earlier, especially considering his new paranoia about her abduction. Not that Harry wasn't paranoid before...

"Very soon you yourself will see how Chudley Cannons win the tournament and restore their reputation. Just wait," Ron wagged his finger at the end of his fiery speech, which his best friend and brothers listened to with obvious disbelief.

"I don't think they have a tiny chance if they don't replace all the players on the team and get the new ones to drink cauldrons of felix felicis, mate. Just in case," Fred answered immediately and patted Ron on the shoulder as moral support.

"Sometimes we think that you would have been a great Hufflepuff. Your naivety and loyalty simply knows no bounds," George replied with a chuckle and leaned back, thereby hitting the girl walking behind him. "Sorry, Granger.

Hermione nodded listlessly, accepting his apology, and plopped down next to Harry, resting her head on his shoulder. She motioned for them to ignore her and continue their conversations, but apparently the twins sitting opposite her had very different plans.

"Is our perfect Miss Granger tired of the short walk to the library?" Fred asked with a feigned concern, but only a deaf person would not be able to hear a laughter in his voice.

"Not as much as I'm tired of you and your Quidditch talk," she snapped, and reluctantly straightened up in place. Without a word, Harry handed her a piece of shepherd's pie wrapped in a napkin. She barely resisted the urge to kiss her friend and instead only smiled brightly back.

"Oi, watch out!" suddenly loudly exclaimed one of the third-year gryffindors, and a not small-looking ball flew in in the direction of Hermione, which in case of anything promised a ticket to the Hospital Wing. Everything happened so quickly that Hermione, purely out of reflex hit the ball with a thick book which appeared out of nowhere and felt how quickly her heart was pounding.

The faces of the twins, who had previously wanted to respond to her line, suddenly shone, as if they were allowed to curse Umbridge without risk of the detentions. Granger glanced cautiously at their still widening grin and took a small bite of the pie.

"Granger, are you sure Quidditch isn't one of your hidden talents?" Fred asked, looking at his nails, and Hermione didn't like the way their conversation was going. Ron snorted loudly.

"Maybe you had a bad teacher-"

"-Or maybe ickle Ronniekins and his love for the Chudley Cannons have discouraged your interest in Quidditch-"

"But have you never imagined yourself in the shoes of all those Quidditch players?"

"Have you never wanted to play as a seeker, chaser, keeper, or, shall we say, a beater?"

"She'd rather fail all her exams than agree to your crazy ideas," Ron snorted again, rolling his eyes. Harry, on the other hand, silently watched what was happening, as always trying not to interfere in their arguments until the last moment.

"Oh, and you're wrong about that, my precious brother," Fred sighed dramatically and winked at Hermione who had already guessed how this conversation would end.

"You see, Miss Granger has already agreed to bet with us-"

"-And now we are just waiting for the result of the said bet"

"So, Granger?" The twins said at the same time, and they all turned their gaze to her: disbelieving, surprised, and smug.

Well, at least I'll lose with dignity, Granger thought, and cleared her throat.

"You won the bet," she said clearly, and in response received such bright smiles that she almost forgot about her defeat.

The twins gave five to each other and pulled her hand to sit between them. Harry and Ron, who did not manage to recover from their state of shock, just blinked in surprise and looked at each other.

"You must be kidding," Ron breathed and ruffled his hair, looking at her as if he didn't recognize her. Honestly, Hermione was already starting to get annoyed with his reaction. As if he doesn't know about how she stole the ingredients from Snape to brew illegal Polyjuice Potion within the walls of Hogwarts!

"Well, what do you think of our idea, Granger?" George asked, ignoring Ron's remark, and Hermione decided to follow his example.

"You have a game against Slytherin in two weeks, I don't think you'll have time for me," she still tried to get away.

"Don't worry, Granger, we don't have such a tight schedule compared to the other seventh years, so we have time for you.

"Plus, Angelina will probably be happy that we will be training more," Fred said, and accioed a small piece of parchment and a quill from the twins' room. If the boys noticed that at the mention of the older girl her face took on a scowl, they did not decide to ask about it.

Hermione, curious, looked at him and saw Fred draw a straight line down the middle of the parchment and write George's name along with his own. Under his own name, he quickly scratched something and turned to her.

"This is my first wish," he said, handing her the parchment, and Granger involuntarily stared at his thin, long fingers.

"I want Hermione Granger to learn how to play Quidditch. Fred and George Weasley will teach her. "

"Tell me again why you didn't get to Slytherin?" she muttered displeased, but did not resist, knowing in advance that if the twins decided to do something, then it would be impossible to stop them. She hoped that after this wish had been fulfilled, she would not have to pay a visit to Madame Pomfrey for Skelegro.

"We asked the Sorting Hat, of course," George replied with a shrug, and Hermione saw Harry look at him in surprise.

Hermione felt the weariness of a busy day gradually roll over her, so she laid down on her side facing Fred and closed her eyes. She didn't have to worry about her skirt or anything like that, as she had time to change into jeans, undo the top button of her uniform shirt, and take off her tie before the twins approached her before dinner.

"Are you sure she won't break her neck because of your wish?" said Ron, apparently only now having acquired his ability to speak.

"We promise you to return her safe and sound-"

"And in general, do not compare us with yourself-"

"-We will take turns to fly with her on the same broom-"

"-Until she learns to fly on her own," George said at the end, and the boys began to discuss their ideas on how to make Hermione a great Quidditch player.

And if at the beginning Harry and Ron were extremely skeptical about Fred's wish, then at the end of the conversation it was clear that they began to like the idea that Hermione would play Quidditch. Just think about it! They would have another Quidditch player, which meant they could play with Ginny in the summer at the Burrow. Speaking of…

"What position will I play?" reminded of her presence Hermione, and four pairs of eyes looked at her already sitting form.

"Keeper!" Ron exclaimed, and Granger looked at him with you-can't-be-serious eyes.

"Don't be stupid, Ronald," she glared at him and her friend brushed his neck awkwardly.

"You can become a Seeker and I could help you," Harry said quietly and she smiled at him gratefully. But, clearly, she was not destined to become a seeker for obvious reasons.

"First, she'll become a beater," Fred confirmed her thoughts.

"And secondly, we will teach her. You are not even allowed to be present during training," said George, stopping the outraged protests of the boys.

Suddenly Hermione felt Fred's hand snaking around her waist, while George put his arm around her shoulder, pressing her tightly against his long, lean body.

"Welcome to the team - Weasley, Weasley and Granger," the twins said, and Hermione could barely hear their words over the loud beating of her own heart.

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Somewhere in the darkness of the Room of Requirements, among the dusty abandoned things that once belonged to the students of Hogwarts, the book Magical Bonds was lit up.