Robin looked taken aback.

"Hermione?" she asked, stunned.

"Er…ya?" came Fred's voice through the open door.

Why were they here? Why, in the name of Merlin's froggy green underpants, were they here?

Robin stepped back from the door and opened it enough to let it show that I was there. I stepped into the doorway and gawked. Both twins stood there, a little awkwardly, and grinned at me. I had just had a whole discussion about the Weasley twins and how fit their arses were. I blushed and didn't look either of them in the eye.

"Robin…this is my…" I was stunned. But then Robin looked at me, obviously pleased that I was at a loss for words and obviously planning to return to her original plot of inviting them in. She could tell that I was uncomfortable. I could feel my temper rise. I never did make my best decisions when I was angry.

"Boyfriend." I decided. The twins looked at each other and then back at me, obviously confused.

"So if you could just excuse us," I said, grabbing the hand of the nearest twin, and running for it.

I could hear the twin I had left behind start to guffaw and as I looked back, Robin looked stunned. Good.

"Which one are you?" I asked quietly as I ran up the stairs.

"Fred." He whispered back. "But Hermione—"

I had shoved his head towards mine and roughly kissed him. We stumbled back toward the wall, where I knew Robin could see us, and I landed rather uncomfortably on a picture frame. He leant into the kiss and I pulled away.

"Fred!" I squealed in the most girly and giggly voice I could muster.

He looked even more surprised than he had when I had proclaimed him my boyfriend. I grabbed his hand and pulled him into my room. He couldn't have looked more confused. I shoved him against the door and giggled his name again.

"Hermione, what are-"

"I need her to think we're snogging in here so if you could just do me a favor and moan my name, fairly loudly. Please." I added. Just because I was accosting the poor boy didn't mean I couldn't be polite.

He looked at me, confused, but then, looking me straight in the eyes, gruffly moaned and then said, in what was definitely the most erotic way I had ever heard my name said, "Hermione."

I blushed, but then I grinned.

We stood awkwardly against the door for several minutes, one of us occasionally calling the other's name.

"We don't want to leave those two down there all alone, do we?" I asked after about five minutes had gone by.

Fred turned to leave the room, but I caught him. I pulled out his shirt from his pants and rumpled it as best I could. I ran my fingers through his hair, giving him the most "I just snogged Hermione Granger" look that I could give him. I turned to leave but he grabbed my arm.

"You wouldn't look perfect if we'd just snogged, either." He pointed out.

"I'm a very handsy kisser." He said grinning.

"Good point." I said as I shook my hair out of its bun. I had morning hair anyway. I pulled my shirt up and tried to rumple it.

We deemed each other presentable and walked down the stairs, where I could see George looking highly amused and Robin looking appalled.

"Sorry about that," I said. I jumped as I felt Fred's arm snake its way around my waist. I blushed heavily, adding to George's amusement.

"Robin, this is my boyfriend, Fred Weasley. And his brother, George. They are, oh how did you put it? Quite fit."

Robin blushed an ugly splotchy red as the twins tried very hard not to laugh at my phrasing.

"Excuse us please, dear cousin. We have things to talk about." I dragged Fred up the stairs for the second time that morning. I was about half way up the stairs when I realized that George wasn't following. I turned and gestured for him to come up.

"Oh!" He said, surprised. "I didn't realize I was invited this time. This should be fun!" He bounded up the stairs after us. I shoved them both in my room, and locked the door behind us.

"Well, Granger, Freddie," George began, "How long was I going to be kept in the dark about this great love story?"

I blushed and smacked his shoulder.

Fred didn't say anything, instead staring at the edge of my bed. I looked where he had directed a very intense gaze.

"Oh my God!" I shrieked. My bra was hanging off the post of my bed. I leapt for the bed, grabbing the bra and stuffing it under my pillow, which I then sat on. I blushed, trying to compose myself.

Fred snapped out of his daze.

"Georgie, I wasn't sure when I was going to be told about this relationship. Granger, when were you going to tell me we were in such a "throw each other against doors" relationship? Because it would have been a shame if we'd been in it for a while, and I'd never taken that opportunity."

George grinned.

"Better question," I proclaimed from my bed as I tried to compose myself. "What the hell are you two doing here?"

"Well Granger, I would have thought it was obvious. We're here to see you!" George said grinning.