Hermione flicked her wand to send her last suitcase to the landing at the top of the stairs. "I can't believe you two. This is a totally new brand of stupidity!" she muttered as she stomped up the steps.

"Mione, it's not that-"

"Don't you dare say it's not that bad. Thanks to you two brilliant blokes, we don't have an apartment anymore. And thanks to the fact that you two are scared of telling Molly, we have to stay with the twins. What part of this is not that bad?" she huffed as she glared at both of the boys.

"We said we're sorry," Ron started again.

"Sorry does not make up for the fact that I'm now going to be in an apartment with four boys. two of which I have no desire to look at and the other two of which I'm scared will turn my hair pink because they'll get a jolly good laugh out of it," she finished, crossing her arms.

"At least she has a desire to look at us," Fred smirked as he and George opened the door.

"Yeah, but now she's caught on to our master plan. We can't dye her hair anymore," George added,

"Oh, how will we ever survive? Our sole plan is life is now ruined!" Fred joined George in mocking sorrow.

"I mean it," Hermione pointed to each of the boys. "The first prank to go my direction, intentional or not; I promise all of you will regret the day you ever laid eyes on me," she finished.

"Well, then I suppose we'll have to be good boys then," George frowned.

"Your room is the third door on the left," Fred added as Hermione walked past them and toward her room.

"Thanks for letting us stay here, guys. I can't bear telling mum we've gone and lost the apartment. She didn't think we could make it on our own to begin with," Ron sat on the couch with a butterbeer in hand.

"Yeah, we won't be here long though. We're going to find a new place soon and no one will ever even know," Harry added as he too sipped his butterbeer.

"Eh, it's no trouble, mates," George started.

"After all, we have two new test subjects," Fred grinned.

"Oi, what have we agreed to?" Ron mumbled to himself.

Hermione flicked her wand as her clothes magically floated their way to the closet, her bed made itself and her personal belongings sprawled themselves out on the many shelves. She sighed as she took a long look around the room. The twins really had gone a bit out of their way to make her room comfortable. She had a walk-in closet, and her room was more than large enough to accomadate her king sized bed. 'Suppose I should make the best of it', she thought to herself. She slipped out of her clothes and into a pair of comfortable shorts and a t shirt Krum had sent her a while back. After tying her hair in a messy bun of curls, she slowly walked out of her room and into the living room where Fred and George were discussing plans of a new invention, no doubt.

"She emerges," Fred snickered.

"Carefeul mate, she's coming this way," George added.

"I'm not mad at you two," she half smiled at their attempted humor. "I just wanted to apologize for earlier. I was just mad was all," she sat on a nearby chair.

"No need to apologize, Granger. We don't dwell on arguements here," George started.

"Yeah, otherwise none of the Weasleys would be speaking to eachother," Fred grinned.

"Well, I just didn't want anything to be uncomfortable. I suppose I should be making the best of the situation at hand. Everything happens for a reason, right?" she looked to them, enjoying the fact that she was able to sit and have a real conversation with them without something blowing up in her face, literally or metaphorically.

"Sure, Granger. In this case though, the reason this happened was you moved in with two bloody idiots," Fred laughed.

She smiled. "Yes, I'm well aware. But I think they would have blown the place up long before now if I hadn't lived with them," she stopped. "So, what are you two working on?"

"Top secret shop stuff," George responded with a smile.

"'fraid you won't be able to know about it until it reaches the shelves," Fred added.

"So is it safe to assume this is not what will be causing the loud boom that I'm sure will wake me up in the morning?" she laughed.

"It's never safe to assume, love," they finished in unison.