The next morning she woke up sore and paranoid. Every second glance she was sure someone knew. At breakfast Ron had asked if she was alright and she had blushed scarlet, the twins grinning into their porridge. Stupid, relaxed boys… She decided burying her nose in her books would be a good reprieve from her thoughts but Ron and Harry had other ideas.

"Come on Hermione, you haven't spent any time with us!" Ron whined.

"He's right. Come play chess with us." Harry waved her over to their board, where he was already losing to Ron. Hermione sighed and pulled a chair over to watch the end of the game. She was definitely going to lose. No matter how many times she played him, Ron always won. After thrashing Harry thoroughly he smiled smugly at her and her and Harry switched places.

"Alright, ready to get beat?" Ron swelled with pride.

"You need a handicap, little brother." She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see Fred wink down at her.

"No way, you can't help that's cheating." Ron rolled his eyes at his brother.

"What, scared you'll lose?" His challenge had the desired effect. Ron squared his shoulders and huffed.

"As if. Come on then. I'll beat both of you."

Harry shook his head but didn't say anything. Fred whispered moves in her ear as they went along. Ron grew more and more frustrated as he was backed into a corner.

"C-checkmate?" Hermione looked at the board in surprise. Had she really just won?

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Ron pouted.

"Come on guys lets go hang out in the garden. I think Ron needs some fresh air." Harry patted his friend on the back sympathetically and steered him towards the back door. Fred ruffled Hermione's hair before disappearing back upstairs. Hermione followed the boys outside and soaked in the bright summer sunshine. After so long inside, she was due for a bit of sun. The boys ended up talking broom strategies so she quoted lines from the handbook on flying strategies. They laughed together and played games most of the evening. She was exhausted by the time she came back inside for the night. The sun had waned beneath the horizon until its rays were barely kissing the ground. The twins pulled her between them in an easy gesture that set her cheeks aflame. How could they be so nonchalant!?

"So we've been toying with this new idea." Fred grins.

"Come look at the notebook, I think you'll love it." George continues.

She joins them in the living room and they hand her their infamous notebook, already open to a new page. The first words she sees are an ingredient.

Dragon's Fire.

Hermione immediately closed it. "No way! That's TOO dangerous, even for you!"

The boys whined at her. "You didn't even finish it!"

"Give us a chance at least Hermione!"

"I feel that I've read enough." She grumbles but opens the notebook anyways.

Invisibility Potion

Renders the user completely undetectable to the naked eye. Lasts much longer than that fake rubbish they sell that makes you transparent. Test on Neville.

Test on unsuspecting-.

Test on garden gnomes.

Ingredients list:

Dragon's Fire (need temperature resistant vial)

Bicorn Horn (Steal from Snape's stores, he won't miss it)

Kelp (Needs to be fresh. Remember the grindylos bite!)

Haliwinkles (MUST BE HARVESTED AT EXACTLY MIDNIGHT)

Squeeze the liquid from the Haliwinkle flowers and set the flowers to dry, keeping them out of the sunlight at all times. Steep the Bicorn horn in the Haliwinkle juice for two weeks before wrapping it in fresh Kelp. Crush the horn and kelp and add to the dragon's fire. Once the flames turn purple (Hopefully) Add the dried Haliwinkles. Should become clear. Probably.

Hermione read the recipe over a few times, trying to wrap her mind around such a complicated potion.

"How did you even come up with this?" She asked.

It seemed to be the right question because both boys bounded with heavy enthusiasm.

"We took the translucent potion and added a few tweaks." George began.

"We thought to use drake fire at first, which is how we got all the specifications down pat." Fred adds.

"But we needed a stronger flame. The drake flame didn't last two seconds." George rolled his eyes like it was a personal offense to him that it hadn't worked.

"So this trip to visit Charlie is… For the fire then." Her brain began to piece everything together.

"Yeah but also for the money. It shouldn't be hard to gather the fire. Charlie says the ornery ones are constantly firing him." The boys laughed but Hermione began to worry. What if something happened to them? Fred slid his hand in hers and squeezed.

"Don't worry. We've done more dangerous things than this before." George winked at her.

"Yeah, remember that werewolf we tried to corner third year? Never did convince him to give us a bit of his fur." Fred laughed.

Hermione began to relax. "Why would you want werewolf fur?"

"Well you know those Jolly Jellies you saw in the notebook with hinkypunk venom on it?" They launched into a full description of the pros and cons of using werewolf fur in candy making. By the end of it Hermione had completely forgotten what she had been worried about.

The next few days, Harry and Ron claimed Hermione's attention. They sat and talked over the arrival of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. No matter how often they spoke of him, it sent chills down her spine. Especially after everything that had happened… Harry was determined to defeat him, any means necessary. They were kept in the loop now but it still felt like they were standing still. The last few months had been so quiet it was hard to believe anything bad could be happening.

Hermione barely saw the twins. Because they were leaving on Sunday, Mrs. Weasley kept them busy. She fussed over them and gave them busy work to keep them from their experiments. Come Saturday night the boys had finally gotten around to packing and Mrs. Weasley hovered over them.

"What about a toothbrush? Haven't you forgotten your comb too? Why'd you wait so long to pack?" She grumbled and nagged but Hermione could tell she was just worried for her boys. Hermione had finished all her packing Thursday night and had come to help them.

"Between the three of us. I'm sure we'll have all we need." George sighed.

"Except the sink. Had to put that back, wouldn't fit round the bed." Fred added with a serious expression that made their mother roll her eyes.

"Fine, fine. It's late. Don't stay up too late. You'll be taking the portkey at 9 in the morning. Goodnight, Hermione dear. See you in the morning." She closed the door behind her as she left.

"She is right you know." Hermione began. "You should have made a list or-" George had pressed his lips to hers in a quick peck that effectively shushed her.

"We were too busy doing all those weird chores she made up." Fred complained as he closed his trunk at last. They sat on either side of her and rested there heads on her shoulders.

"We haven't even gotten to spend any time with you." George lamented and took her hands in his. His thumb traced soothing circles along the back of her hand. It was a comfortable gesture but he pulled back quickly and both boys scooted away in a hurry. The door opening alerted her as to why.

"Hey, Hermione. I'm out of the bath now if your ready for yours." Ginny had poked her head through and quickly left again.

They had almost been caught! How would she have explained that situation?

"I-I'm going to go take a bath now. I'll see you in the morning." Hermione stammered and fled the room.

After a quick trip downstairs to grab her clothes and muggle toiletries from Ginny's room, Hermione heads to the third floor. The bathroom is cozy, kept at a cool temperature with magic. She would have to remember to ask Mrs. Weasley for the spell sometime. She undressed and made her way to the tub. It was larger than what she was used to and made into the floor. The sides rose up almost to her knee and she had to step into it. A curtain drifted into place automatically behind her. There was only one pipe that hang from the ceiling and several knobs were sticking out of the far wall. Two were labeled 'hot' and 'cold' While the others were 'bubbles', 'jets', and 'elixirs'. Hermione stuck to the hot and cold knobs only. The water was cold for only a few seconds before it became pleasantly warm. She let the heat relax her muscles, just sitting in the stream for a while.

Over the roaring of the water she heard a small click sound. Pulling back the curtain she found the twins.

"What are you two doing" She hissed. They grinned mischievously.

"Joining you, of course." George answered.

"If your okay with that." Fred added, already taking off his shoes.

"No way! We already almost got caught!" Hermione's nerves made her voice shake.

Fred smiled a lopsided beautiful smile. "When will you learn we don't get caught?"

"We made fake inflatables of ourselves ages ago. Saw it on a muggle movie once. We'll know if someone touches them too. We've thought of everything." George's soothing voice calms her racing heart just a bit.

"If you want us to go we'll go." Fred looked at her with serious eyes and she sighed.

"I-I don't want you to go." She mumbled.

"What was that?" George asked.

"Couldn't quite hear you." Fred added.

Hermione turned beat red and closed the curtain back.

"We're just kidding!" The twins said in unison.

She could hear them fumbling through the curtain behind her but she just grabbed her bar of lilac soap and the rag she had brought with her and began lathering. Her stomach did a not so gentle flip when she heard the curtain rustle behind her. It wasn't long before strong arms wrapped around her middle and pulled her into their embrace, George's head nestled into the crook of her shoulder comfortably. Fred came into her view then and grabbed the rag from her hands.

"Let us help." George said.

Fred began gently dragging the rag against her skin, stopping to take special care of her sensitive areas. George had grabbed her bottle of shampoo and had his hands tangled in her hair. It was rediculous how good it felt. Once Fred was sure every inch of her was clean he threw the rag away. He cupped his hands in the stream of water behind him and brought it to fall over her, moving his hands along the path it took.

Then George spun her around and pressed her into Fred, who pulled her barely into the water and began threading his hands through her hair. George took Fred's spot caressing the length of her body. She had never had such soft touches from the two of them and they enflamed her just as much as their rough hands had the last time. She arched between them and pulled George to her gently. She melded her lips to his with a passionate kiss. Fred behind her, pressed kisses to her shoulders and let his hands wander her curves.

Hermione felt helplessly lost in them, and didn't want to be found. George lifts one of her legs and held it against his hip. It threw her off balance and she leaned heavily into Fred who steadied her and gave her a angel smile.

"Hello beautiful." He whispered and kissed her with dizzying heat.

George had himself ready at her opening and as she looked back over to him, he pushed into her with a satisfied groan. It was more gentle than any time before had been. Fred stayed caressing her, never stopping one place long, before moving to another. It was maddeningly divine. He whispered sweetly in her ear, but she only caught snippets; Divine, sexy, beautiful. Ours. The last one sent pleasant shivers down her spine.

She rolled her hips into George's in an achingly slow pace. But he held her there, not letting her do anything at all. It was frustrating and hot all at once. Each press into her was a tiny explosion of relief and desire. She danced closer to her release but before she could, he pulled out of her, panting and turning towards the water.

"MY turn." Fred grabbed both of her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He pressed her against the wall, letting her fall into a small alcove carved there. The perfect height. And then he grabbed her face in his hands and held her eyes as he entered her. She shuddered beneath him as he moved inside of her, only slightly faster than George had been. She moaned and Fred quickly captured her lips with his to quiet her.

She let her hands wander his chest, his back, his hips. It wasn't long before she was back against the cliff, her breathing becoming erratic as Fred hit just the right spot. She pulled back and the look in his eyes as he fucked her was mesmerizing and she held his gaze as she came. It must have been his undoing, because he pulled out of her rather abruptly.

"Sorry." He panted.

"Its okay." Hermione was trying to remember how to breath normally.

She hopped down from the alcove and nearly fell. Fred steadied her, grinning.

"Can you walk?" He sounded absolutely delighted.

"Of course I can." She mumbled and took two steps away from him to prove it.

The curtain was open and George was already out drying off. His long hair framed his face in damp locks and the way the water glistened on him made her heart pang. What had she done to deserve these two?

Hermione cut off the water and they joined him out of the tub to dry off. When they were all dressed and ready to go, the twins hesitated.

"We wanted to run an idea by you." George said.

"Okay what is it then?" Hermione looked around for their notebook but didn't find it.

"While we're at Charlie's, we were hoping you'd share a room with us." Fred smiled sheepishly.

Hermione looked at him confused. "I wouldn't think he'd allow that."

George laughed. "No he wouldn't. We meant to sneak you in."

"We thought we would talk to you before we left." Fred said.

"W-what? B-but- that's-" Hermione had gone red again.

"Like I said before Hermione. When will you learn we don't get caught?" The twins smirked at her.

She was so tempted. So very, very tempted. 'Why not' A little voice asked. 'Cause we would be in so much trouble If we're caught!' She answered. The twins watched her patiently as she deliberated. Finally she was decided.

"Alright." She told them.

They smiled sweetly at her and each gave her a kiss goodnight.

"We'll see you bright and early, sunshine." Fred winked as they left.

Hermione was breaking more rules than she had thought possible. How many more would she break with them? Instead of the normal fear she should feel at the idea of getting into a mess with them, she felt impatient for morning to come.