It was late evening, the light outside quickly diminishing and the fire burning out. Everyone had gone to bed, but Hermione, engrossed in her book, hadn't moved.
Hermione raised her head form her book, pushing a few strands of her bushy hair behind her ear. She glanced at the figure of the person interrupting her reading.
"Hello, Fred. Is George not with you?"
A series of emotions flitted across Fred's face before he asked, "How can you tell us apart? And were you looking for him or something?"
A slight frown creased his brow, before he sat back in a chair next to Hermione's.
"Oh, well, for one thing, you call me Granger. George never does. And you've got darker eyes."
Fred grinned cheekily. "Spend a lot of time staring dreamily into my eyes, do we Granger? I'm flattered."
Hermione flushed slightly. "Don't be ridiculous. And no, I wasn't looking for George. I was just surprised to see you two apart."
He relaxed slightly in his chair. "Well, it is rather late, Granger." He then leaned forwards, placing his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands under his chin. "So, Granger, what's this I'm hearing about you and my dear baby brother?"
Hermione slammed her book shut, glowering. "For the last time, There's nothing going on between Ronald and I. He's my best friend, and that's all."
"Oh, so the famous Boy-Who-Lived is more your type then?"
"Of course not. You of all people should know he likes Cho, you've been teasing him about it for weeks. Besides, he's like a brother to me. Why do you care anyway?"
Fred leaned back in his chair, placing his feet on the table only to remove them a minute later when Hermione hit him with one of her heaviest books.
"Watch it, Granger, this body is precious cargo. But there's no reason; just interested in the gossip of you lowly Fifth Years."
Hermione narrowed her eyes at Fred, not missing his slightly relieved look, but decided to let it go. "Well, if you don't mind, I've got exams to study for. I'd appreciate it if you left me in peace."
Fred held up his hands in a placating gesture and stood up to leave. "Sorry, but it's not as if you need to study for these exams. You probably could have passed them with flying colours last year. It's not fair that someone can be so smart and pretty. Well, I'll see you later, Granger." He ruffled her already messed up hair as he passed, not noticing her blush at the compliment or the glare she shot him as she attempted to flatten her hair. She tried to return to her book, but Fred's words were ringing in her ears. Smart and pretty. He thought she was pretty. She shook her head and tried to clear her mind, and eventually drifted off, Fred's smile burned into her brain.