Hermione was startled awake by an explosion downstairs where the twins were testing a new product.

She was halfway down the stairs when they appeared, coughing.

George saw her. "We were just-"

She held up her hand, "Are you okay?"

They nodded.

"Then I'm going back to bed. I'd rather not watch you kill yourselves."

They slid into the bed, one on each side of her, still damp from the shower.

"Are you sore with us?" asked Fred.

"I was worried."

George kissed her. "'Cause she loves us."

"Because I was afraid you might've damaged my favourite parts of you."