So this is the story I told all my 'Fred Weasley vs' followers I'd be putting up. For some reason this one just seemed to flow better and I had a lot more material. Again, as with all my fics, I won't be updating regularly.

It was fifth year and Hermione was wondering down the corridor, minding her own business with her nose in a book. Suddenly, out of nowhere, stampeding footsteps could be heard and angry yelling by not one but two voices. The first being Filch and the second, unmistakably, being Umbridge.

"You Weasley boys are in for it now!" Umbridge screamed as the boys came into view.

"What did you do?!" Hermione cried.

"We set off a few fireworks in Umbridge's office," George said as he ran past her.

"They may have been attached to a stink bomb or two," Fred laughed, right on George's heel.

Fred wasn't fast enough, however, because as George stepped onto a staircase it moved and Fred was left behind. He swore under his breath and looked around for another exit, calling to George that he'd meet him in the common room.

"What the fuck am I going to do?!" Fred panicked. "If Umbridge catches me, that's it, I'm done for. I'll be expelled and Mum'll kill me!"

"She already knows it's you-"

"No she doesn't, she never actually saw us, at least not enough to prove it was us," Fred was still panting from fleeing the scene.

"Well you'll be fine then," Hermione said. "You just so happened to be in this corridor-"

"Yeah right, totally out of breath and unable to answer any questions about my whereabouts for the last fifteen minutes," Fred hissed.

Hermione barely had ten seconds to decide what she wanted to do. On the one hand she'd be saving Fred and torturing Umbridge that little bit more, on the other hand she'd be the talk of the school by the end of the day and not in a good way. She couldn't believe she was even thinking it, and yet before she could stop herself she'd grabbed Fred and pulled him against her, crashing her lips into his.

Fred had absolutely no idea what was happening. One minute, he was freaking out because he was on the verge of expulsion, the next minute he had Hermione Granger's tongue down his throat, and boy could the bookworm kiss! Fred's shock subsided just in time for Umbridge to round the corner and see him pressed up against Hermione, his hand tangled in her hair and his arm wrapped around her waist. He'd pushed Hermione up against the wall in his new found fervour, relishing the taste of the little witch as she wound her fingers through his hair and sinfully flicked her tongue in time with his. Fred was so absorbed with the kiss that he'd completely forgotten he was being chased by the pink toad and her only ally in the school.

"Hem hem," Umbridge cleared her throat loudly from beside the pair, causing them both to jump feet and flush with colour. "What is going on here?"

"Uh, wh...we...uh..." Fred wasn't even sure what was going on.

"We were kissing Professor," Hermione said.

"Well, you can stop that right this instant," Umbridge said haughtily, eyeing Hermione with disgust. "Young Mr Weasley here is going to accompany me to the headmaster's office, where he will be expelled immediately."

"Expelled?!" Hermione cried. "Whatever for?!"

"For the fireworks and stink bombs that went off in my office not twenty minutes ago!" Umbridge shrieked.

"But he's been with me for the last hour, it can't have been him, it's impossible!" Hermione said earnestly, ignoring the shocked expression that stole across Fred's features as he snapped his face towards her.

"For an hour?" Umbridge glared.

"Yes professor," Hermione nodded. "I had a free lesson, and we wanted to make the most of some alone time..."

"I'd hardly call the corridor private Miss Granger," Umbridge smirked.

"No, well, we got a little bit carried away on the way back from somewhere that was," Hermione said, acutely aware of the crowd that had formed around them listening to every word she said. She cursed herself mentally, knowing this would be all over school within minutes.

"What exactly were you doing during this hour?" She huffed.

Hermione simply raised an eyebrow at her and smirked, causing the abominable woman to become quite flustered and flushed. Fred simply did his best to stop his jaw from dropping, wondering where the hell Hermione Granger had gone and who this imposter was.

"You'll be suspended for this! Sexual intercourse on school property is against the rules and the consequences of getting caught are dire," Umbridge barked.

"But we didn't get caught," Hermione said.

"You just said-"

"I never said anything," Hermione interrupted her.

"You...you..." Umbridge stammered crossly. "You insinuated that you and Mr Weasley had sex on school grounds."

"Yes, I did insinuate that, but insinuating something is not the same as admitting it," Hermione said.

"Veritserum," Umbridge proclaimed loudly. "We'll just make you tell the truth."

"You can't use veritiserum on students, it's against the law," Hermione drawled lazily. "Surely you should know that, being a Ministry employee and all."

"I know Mr Weasley had something, if not everything, to do with what happened in my office," Umbridge spat. "Are you willing to vouch for this idiot prankster given your sterling record as a star pupil and all-round upholder of the rules?"

"Yes Professor, because he was with me the whole time and I won't see him punished for something he didn't do," Hermione said.

"Girl, you'd better watch what you're doing if you think you want to mess with me," Umbridge seethed. "You don't strike me as the kind of person to kiss like that on a whim, unless you were trying to get him out of a bind? Maybe give him an alibi?"

"Well, I am his alibi considering, like I said, he's been with me the whole time for the last hour," Hermione said.

"Maybe you had something to do with it too then?" Umbridge smiled evilly.

"I had nothing to do with it, and neither did Fred," Hermione said, "but you can take us to Dumbledore if you like?"

"That old fool wouldn't do a thing!" Umbridge hissed. "I think what I'll do is put you both in detention. I may not be able to prove you had anything to do with the pranks, or that you had sex on school grounds, but your disgusting public display of affection is enough for me to punish you. It was inappropriate and completely against school rules."

"Yes Professor, we're so very sorry, it won't happen again," Hermione said, with as little feeling as she could muster.

"You can say goodbye to your perfect record Miss Granger," Umbridge spat, "lewd sexual behaviour is a serious offence to have in one's school files. Good luck getting a job, especially with the Ministry."

"I'd be hard pressed to get one anyway, especially with the way things are going," Hermione said, trying not to lose her temper. "I am after all a mudblood."

The collective crowd gasped and all watched as a nasty little smile appeared on Umbridge's face. She looked Hermione up and down with a sneer.

"Your words, not mine dear," she said.

"Well, not in public anyway," Hermione countered.

"I will see you in my office tomorrow tonight, seven o'clock sharp!" Umbridge snapped. "You too Mr Weasley!"

"Yes Professor," the two of them said.

"And don't expect me to turn a blind eye the minute I walk away," she spat. "If you're adamant you weren't providing him an alibi then you are obviously involved with him. I'd find it much too coincidental to hear of your break up anytime soon." She smiled sweetly at them and Hermione scowled back. "I can't imagine the pressure of having to keep up the pretext of a fake relationship, especially for someone so ready to break school rules."

"Well it's a good job it's not fake then, Professor," Hermione smiled, taking Fred's hand in hers pointedly.

"Seven o'clock," she hissed before stomping away.

.

Fred waited patiently for Umbridge to disappear before turning to Hermione and just staring at her in shock. "What the fuck was that?"

"Uh...yeah...sorry...uh...I...maybe we should talk about it when we aren't surrounded by a good percentage of the student body?" Hermione finally found her voice and Fred looked around to see a lot of students guffawing at them.

"Sure," he nodded and felt a deep disappointment as Hermione went to walk away.

He grabbed hold of her without thinking and had her pressed back against the wall in a matter of seconds, his lips reconnected with hers and his hands wound their way back around her body. Hermione ran her fingers back through his hair and snogged him back just as senselessly as he did her. She wasn't sure how long he'd pinned her against him and she didn't care, but eventually air was necessary and she pulled away from him slightly.

"What the fuck was that?" Hermione whispered.

"And you can cuss too?" Fred part teased and part groaned. "Wow, I found myself the best fake fucking girlfriend I could ever have imagined..." he murmured as he lowered his lips back to hers, unable to stop himself.

"Fred..." Hermione mumbled in between kisses, slowly starting to remember they were in the corridor and Umbridge could be back any second. "Fred..."

"Mmm?" He asked, his kisses starting to trail down her neck.

"Uh Fred," Hermione did her best not to moan. "Fred!" She hissed, finally getting through to him.

"What?" He asked, pulling back with a frown and then jumping back in shock when he realised exactly what he'd been doing. "Oh shit! Sorry Hermione-"

"It's fine babe," Hermione said lightly, trying her best not to laugh as Fred mimed the word 'babe' back to her with a grimace. "We can pick up where we left off somewhere a little more private?"

Fred looked at her in shock and it took everything she had not to scowl at him and swing him round to look at the still gathered crowd. She'd call them peeping-toms but they weren't exactly being subtle about it. "Come on, we have loads to talk about now everyone knows about us." She smiled patiently as she took Fred's hand and pulled him dazedly down the corridor and away from prying eyes and finely tuned ears.

Hermione shoved a still very bewildered Fred into an empty classroom and locked the door quickly, silencing it for good measure.

"Hermione..." Fred croaked.

"Yes?"

"What are we doing in here?"

"Talking about what just happened," she said with a smirk.

"Oh good, okay," he sighed in relief, jumping up onto the teacher's desk to sit.

"Didn't think I was going to jump you, did you?" She grinned.

"Well it wouldn't be the first time," he said.

"That was to save your arse! I'd have thought it was obvious," Hermione said. "I don't know what got into you once Umbridge had stalked off-"

"You did!" Fred cried. "You can't kiss a bloke like that and expect him to brush it off as a favour and go about his normal life!"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you're a fucking good kisser Hermione, and in my hazy post-snog state there was only one thing to do!" He flung his arms out at her exasperatedly. "You can't kiss a bloke like that and expect him to walk it off and not want to do it again the minute the teacher walks away! Especially me! Especially after you blatantly provoked her and riled her up! That's too big a bloody turn on after too good a bloody kiss not to want to do it again, immediately!"

"Im not entirely sure what to say to that Fred," Hermione mumbled, a brilliant blush crawling up cheeks.

"Absolutely nothing," Fred said, his own cheeks heating up. "What are we going to do?"

"Play along? That's all we can do," Hermione said with a shrug, jumping up to sit with him.

"Why'd you do it?" Fred asked.

"I just told you, to save you," Hermione repeated, frowning at him as though it really was obvious.

"But why? I'm out the end of this year anyway and it's not like I'm really going to care if I get expelled," he said. "Well, other than my imminent death at the hands of my mother."

Hermione chuckled. "Because you make me laugh, even if I don't do it out loud. And I could really use a few more laughs what with the pink toad running around this year."

"She's only one opinion Herms," Fred said softly, nudging her shoulder with his.

"Yep, one opinion that just so happens to represent the Government that stands over us," Hermione sighed.

Fred didn't really know what to say to that. He shuffled a little, knowing that what she said was right and there wasn't a lot a couple of kids could do about it right then. He also knew that Hermione was the smartest witch he'd ever met, so trying to comfort her with false truths like 'it'll get better' and 'you can change it' would be a bit pointless.

"I just wish that there was a world I belonged to that didn't see me as a freak," Hermione mumbled, unaware that Fred was still watching her and listening intently to what she'd just said.

Fred looked at her with wide eyes. He'd never seen it that way before. In the muggle world she was a bit weird because of all the accidental magic she'd been able to do. In the wizarding world she was considered odd by a lot of people simply because she was born and raised in the muggle world. Fred did the only thing he could think of right then, jumping off the desk he stepped up to her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a massive hug. "Hermione, you'll never be a freak in my world."

Hermione squeezed him a bit tighter upon hearing those words, moved more than she could say. She felt hot tears slide down her cheeks, and for once in her life she didn't care that she wasn't alone as she cried.

Several minutes later she moved back, wiping her eyes and sniffing before Fred handed her a tissue.

"Thanks," she murmured. "Sorry about that..."

"There's nothing to be sorry for," Fred said with a shrug. He sat beside her on the desk again and glanced down at her. Her eyes were red rimmed and she looked exhausted. "You know, we can break-up if you want," he said. "I don't really care what Umbridge thinks or says. But you look far too knackered to take this on as well."

"Thanks, you really know how to make a girl feel good," Hermione scoffed, her eyes flicking up to meet his. He was relieved to see a fair amount of mirth in them.

"It's a gift," he said, grinning as Hermione giggled. "But seriously, it's going to get old real fast trying to pretend we're an item. And she'll literally be waiting for us to slip up."

"She's been waiting for me to slip up all bloody year," Hermione growled. "If I can get under her skin for the rest of it, I'm all for it."

Fred couldn't help but think she was likely to get under his skin if their little pretence had to involve any more public displays of affection.

"Well, we're going to have to get our mates in on it, otherwise it really won't look real," Fred said.

Hermione nodded before her eyes turned wide. "Shit! I didn't think! This is going to be over the whole school by now! All our friends will have heard what they're already supposed to know, through everyone else!" She jumped off the desk, clearly beginning to panic.

"Herms calm down," Fred said, unable to stop himself from thinking how adorable she looked in this state.

"Calm down?!" Hermione shrieked. "How am I supposed to do that Fred?! Our friends will already have given us away, and it's not even their fault!"

"Yours might, but mine'll have us covered," Fred sniggered softly. "Besides, why are you panicking so much. If this comes out, it's only me that'll get expelled."

"No it's not, not after I was the one who blatantly gave you the alibi. You just stood there gaping at the woman like a fish," Hermione snapped.

"Well you did just snog me senseless, completely out of the blue," Fred said in defence. "I was a little dazed, and confused."

"Umbridge will use this charade to have me kicked out too, I know she will. If she can ever prove it's a charade, that is," Hermione said.

Fred frowned a little, thinking seriously about what Hermione had said. He had to admit, she was right. The foul, toad-like witch whose fault this was, would do as much as possible to make Hermione miserable. Fred sighed and nodded.

"Okay, fair point," he said. "But George and Lee will agree with any rumour or suggestion that anyone presents them with. And Ginny will usually, too."

"Seriously?" Hermione frowned dubiously.

"Yeah, seriously," Fred said. "You'd be amazed at what sort of trouble that kind of thing can get you out of. So many people start thinking they saw stuff, or wish they had so they make it up, and then voila...alibi for across the other side of school."

"I'm assuming you start these rumours?" Hermione groaned.

"Sometimes, and sometimes they start on their own. But me and George have found that the more you just go along and say yes to people and the stupid things they're asking about, the more fun you have and the less torment you experience. Besides, people have usually made their minds up about it already and you agreeing or disagreeing is just lying or being honest with them."

"That's actually quite wise," Hermione mumbled.

"Thanks Herms," Fred said with a grin.

"Stop calling me Herms," Hermione growled. "I hate it."

"I figured you would," he sniggered. "Call it payback for calling me babe."

"I won't do that again," Hermione said, a mischievous twitch to her lips.

"I'll believe that when I don't hear it." Fred smirked. "What shall I call you then? Hermione is way too long to say all the time."

"I don't know..." Hermione mused, biting her lip as she thought. Fred found himself fighting the urge to run his tongue along it, unable to tear his gaze away from her mouth.

"Honey?" he said.

"No, don't like that either," she said, her lip coming to rest back between her teeth.

"Sweetheart?"

"No." She shook her head and sighed.

"Angel? Pumpkin? Sweetie pie?" Fred was trying hard not to growl softly at her, feeling the pull of his body as it wanted to close the gap between them again.

Hermione simply shook her head, quickly sucking her lip into her mouth before running her tongue across it and chewing it again.

"Love, regardless of whatever it is you want me to call you, you have got to stop doing that with your mouth," Fred groaned.

"Doing what?" Hermione frowned, looking up in confusion at him.

"Playing with your lip using your teeth," Fred said.

"I always do that when I'm thinking," she said, still confused.

"Oh Merlin, I'm a dead man," Fred mumbled to himself. He cleared his throat and looked at her. "Well, I don't know what to tell you, but it's very distracting and I can't promise you I'll be able to keep my lips off yours if you keep it up. Not after knowing what they can do."

"Oh," Hermione breathed, her confused look being replaced with quite a shocked one. Her face flushed red and she stammered a little as she spoke. "Sorry, I didn't mean to, uh, be so, um, distracting..."

Fred smiled warmly at her, chuckling to himself. "Merlin Hermione, you can boldly insinuate that we had sex to the most strict and heinous professor in the castle, but you can't deal with me telling you that chewing your lip is driving me a little crazy?"

"Apparently not, no," she said hotly. "It's different Fred! Umbridge is, well, Umbridge. And you're you!"

Fred snorted. "Ever so eloquent love," he chuckled.

"Fuck off Fred," Hermione huffed.

"What?" Fred laughed. "I'm sorry, Herms, but it was either that or point out how flustered I seem to make you..." He shot her a wink and grinned smugly at her.

"I am not flustered!" she growled.

"Sure seems like it," he said with a smirk.

"Well how exactly would you react if I told you that some stupid little thing you did drove me crazy with lust?" She practically stomped her foot as she glared at him, folding her arms in contempt.

"Honestly? I'd probably kiss you again," he said.

"Fred! That is not helping!" Hermione cried.

"Sorry," he sniggered. "But you are being a tad dramatic. I'm just saying that watching you chew your lip is kind of hot, primarily because I remember how hot it was when they were moving against mine." He shrugged nonchalantly and looked all too innocently at Hermione.

"Fred!" She really did stamp her feet this time. "Stop it!"

"Then stop chewing your lip, or I won't be held responsible for what I do," he said, grinning like a loon.

Hermione scoffed and raised an eyebrow at him. "Please, like your mother would let you get away with behaviour like that."

"You'd have to tell her about it first," Fred countered. "And considering your reaction when I kissed you after Umbridge disappeared, I'm going to say you'd probably keep your lips sealed...if I ever let them go again, that is."

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were actually pretty into me and more interested in a real relationship instead of a fake one," Hermione said, a challenging sparkle in her eye.

"Well it's a good job you do," Fred said, smirking at her. He came to stand in front of her, feeling the space between them heat up as he placed himself as close as he could to the witch without actually touching her. "I'm not really looking for a real or permanent girlfriend right now. Bit of fun, maybe..."

"I don't do fun," Hermione murmured.

"That kiss you gave me suggested otherwise," Fred murmured back.

"I can't do fun," Hermione breathed. "It has to mean something. For me, it has to mean something."

"Fair enough," Fred said, smiling softly and giving her a small nod. "But it won't stop me from enjoying every second of every kiss we may end up sharing in this endeavour to pretend we're a couple."

"To be honest, it probably won't stop me from doing the same either," Hermione said, smirking wickedly at him.

"Oh dear god, you really are going to be the death of me," he whispered, his deep brown eyes boring into her own.

Hermione chuckled and stepped back a little. She looked back up into Fred's eyes, her own filled with amusement and mischief. Fred swallowed, feeling his breath catch in his throat.

"There's a lot more to you than meets the eye, isn't there love?" he asked softly.

"I don't know what you mean," she said, a coy smile peeking through on her lips.

"I bet you don't," Fred said sarcastically.

Hermione snickered and turned away from him, moving to pick her stuff up and go find her friends. Fred followed her lead and went to wait by the door, his bag already in his dormitory since it was dead weight when they knew they had to flee a prank scene.

"What are you going to do about all that fun you now can't have?" Hermione asked, suddenly realising that she really had put Fred in a rather unfair predicament.

"Pardon?" Fred asked, frowning a little. "You don't seriously expect me to start following school rules and stop messing around, do you?"

Hermione snorted and shook her head. "There's miracles and then there's the impossible."

Fred smirked and shot her a cheeky wink. "So if not pranks, what fun are you referring to?"

"The romantically physical kind," Hermione said.

"Oh!" Fred laughed. "Right. I hadn't thought about that."

"Sorry," Hermione grimaced. "Neither did I till right this minute."

"Well, I can't fool around on you," he said. "Although technically I wouldn't be, no one else knows that."

"And you're not fooling around with me," she said.

"Honestly, I think pulling this off will be fun enough to make up for it," he said. "Besides, it's not like I've never had a wank before."

"Fred!" Hermione cried, her cheeks turning the colour of his hair.

"What?" he laughed. "I'm just saying..."

"You're really that comfortable just coming out with stuff like that?" she frowned. "You aren't just trying to embarrass me?"

"No," he said, eyeing her curiously. "It's a natural thing to do. Why would I be embarrassed about it? Are you embarrassed about it?"

"A little," she admitted. "Sex was never something we openly discussed at my house."

"I have five brothers, I don't think my parents had a choice," Fred chuckled. "Especially if they didn't want to be grandparents fairly young."

Hermione laughed and nodded. "I suppose so," she said. "I'm fairly comfortable talking about it with my girlfriends. I'm just not used to dropping it into conversation as bluntly as you do."

"You're gonna love my friends," Fred snickered.

Hermione chuckled and motioned for him to get the door. Fred undid her charms with ease before turning the handle of the door and waltzing out to the crowd of students all gathered around. Hermione's face fell flat and she went a little pale as she surveyed the curious and disbelieving faces. Fred merely slipped her hand in his and pulled her lovingly down the corridor in search of their friends.

Hermione was hoping they'd come across Harry and Ron before anyone else had, or for it to be the first time that their oblivious ignorance would come in handy and they'd never know something was up until Hermione spoke to them later. Unfortunately, neither was the case and they weren't exactly quiet about it.

"Hermione!" Harry called, sprinting towards her and closely followed by Ron and Ginny. "Hermione, there's some ridiculous rumour-"

Harry stopped short as he saw Fred standing beside Hermione, his hand clasped around hers. He looked from one to the other and frowned.

"Told you," Ginny said with a smirk as she came up behind him.

"Are you serious?!" Ron asked in a strangled sort of voice.

"Yes we are Ronnekins," Fred grinned, "if by serious you mean, in a serious relationship."

"No bloody way," Ron said, shaking his head. "I don't believe you."

"That's your choice mate," Fred said. "But it's the truth."

"How come Ginny knew before us?!" Harry asked, sounding quite wounded at not being someone Hermione had chosen to confide in.

"Because...because well..." Hermione stammered, not wanting to lie to Harry.

"Because I walked in on them doing it over Christmas," Ginny said, as though that was a normal thing to say in front of everyone.

"Ginny!" Hermione cried, completely mortified.

"What?" Ginny asked with a shrug. "Harry asked..."

"I didn't ask that," Harry said, glaring grumpily at everyone but Ron.

"You've been having sex?" Ron said weakly.

"That does tend to happen when you're in a serious relationship, Ronniekins," Fred scoffed.

"But, but..." Ron looked wide eyed from one to the other.

"Oh baby brother," Fred sniggered. "Having trouble remembering what that is-ow!" Hermione had jammed one of her elbows into Fred's ribs.

Hermione glared at Fred and he turned betrayed eyes on her. "Leave him alone."

"Sure Herms, whatever you say," Fred said, still glaring at her.

"Come on babe, lets go and find your friends," Hermione growled. "See if it goes any better."

"Hermione, I really think we need to talk about this," Harry urged. "Like, now."

"Me too," Hermione said, thankful that at least Harry had seen something there. She was sure Ron would have too if he hadn't just heard his little sister say she'd walked in on his big brother shagging one of his best mates. "We'll be back up to the common room in a bit. Meet us there and I'll tell you everything you want to know."

"Including all the sex," Fred snickered.

"Shut up Fred," Hermione muttered, slapping his shoulder and scowling at him as she stalked passed her friends and went on the lookout for his.

George and Lee were goofing around with Angelina, Alicia and Katie. Or more precisely, they were goofing around for the girls' entertainment. It was George who spotted Fred and Hermione first.

"There you are!" George hollered at them, gesturing for them to get a move on. "I was wondering when we'd see you two!"

"Hey Georgie," Fred grumbled, still sulking about earlier.

"So, cat's out the bag then?" George smirked, looking between the two of them.

"I'm surprised you managed to keep it a secret for so long," Lee scoffed.

"So it's true?!" Katie practically screeched, her eyes darting from Hermione to Fred and back again.

"Yeah," Hermione said, nodding her head weakly.

"What did boy wonder and our dear baby brother think?" George sniggered.

"They weren't all too happy," Hermione huffed, glaring at George. "I said I'd meet them in the common room in a few minutes and tell them whatever they wanted to know."

"Does that offer extent to us lot?" Alicia asked, a sly grin on her face.

"Yes, it does," Fred said with a short nod.

"What's wrong with you?" George frowned at a grumpy Fred.

"He's sulking because I wouldn't let him heckle Ron about us," Hermione said, folding her arms and raising her eyebrows at Fred.

"It's Ron!" Fred practically exploded. "Bloody Ron! We torment him about everything!"

"Take it as a compromise," Hermione said. "You don't torment Ron about the two of us, and I won't go all prefect on your arse and make you behave more than normal."

"I thought you said that was impossible and you weren't expecting the impossible from me?" Fred said.

"I'm Hermione Granger, I can do impossible. The question is, do you want to see me try?" Hermione looked at him expectantly, the rest of their crowd holding their breath.

"Fuck me love, I think you've made me a masochist." Fred grinned wickedly at her. "You look downright hot when you look at me like that."

"I'm not sure George would appreciate you giving in to those sorts of urges," Hermione sniggered, much to the surprise of everyone else. "He'd end up losing his partner in crime."

"He'd also like to go and have that conversation you promised Harry and Ron, too," George cut in, looking curiously between the two of them.

"I think that's a wonderful idea, George," Hermione said with a nod, leading the way back to the castle.