Click…click…click…click

BANG!

Knock…Knock…Sizzle…Sizzle…Click…Click…

BANG!

"ENOUGH!" Ron cried, exasperated. "I've endured these weird noises since 9! It is now 2 o' clock in the bloody morning! What are you DOING!"

"Working." Fred and George replied.

"On what? What could possibly be so important that you have to work for 5 hours straight until 2 in the morning?"

"We are working on something that will one day change the world of boring schoolwork as you know it. Here, take a sip of this and tell us what you feel."

"No! I want to go to bed! Now!"

"Oh fine. I suppose you want to look your best when Hermione gets here tomorrow…or in a few hours."

"Will you two just let that drop? This has nothing to do with Hermione! I want to sleep like every other person should at this hour!"

"Fine Ronnie. But you know this means we'll be working until 5 tomorrow morning."

"Good night!"

"Good night." Fred and George said as one.

"What was going on last night?" Bill asked Fred and George the next morning (well, almost noon) as they stumbled into the family room in their pajamas.

"What are you talking about?" George asked innocently.

"We didn't hear a thing out of the ordinary." Fred said.

"So, clicks and explosions and yelling are to be expected when spending the night in this house?" Charlie asked.

"Of course…wow…it really has been a long time since you lived here." Fred commented. "How old are you now?"

"So where's Ron?" Bill asked. "I'm not going to go upstairs to find my youngest brother transfigured into an emu or anything, am I?"

"Sadly no, though he would look a lot better then…" Fred said thoughtfully.

"He's still up there sleeping."

"He got kind of upset with us last night…seemed to think we were being somewhat of a disturbance."

"Isn't his friend going to be here soon?" Charlie asked.

"I hope so." Ginny said, appearing in the door. "It's going to be so nice having a girl to converse with for a change."

"What, you don't think we're fun anymore Gin-Gin?" Bill asked.

"Bill…I'm 13, not 3." Ginny replied.

"You know, that does give me a fun idea…" Fred grinned evilly to George.

"You read my mind, my dear brother." George replied.

"Shall we?"

"Oh yes, we shall." Fred and George, snickering, headed upstairs.

"Where are they going?" Charlie asked.

"Or better yet, what are they going to do?" Bill asked.

"I learned a long time ago not to ask." Ginny replied.

Fred and George opened the door to Ron's room to find their younger brother tangled in his blankets with his foot hanging over the edge of his bed.

"Hey Ron, Hermione's here!"

"WHAT?" Ron yelled as he fell out of bed with a THUD. "Why didn't you tell me earlier? I have to get dressed! I have to – What?" He asked as he noticed Fred and George howling with laughter. "What?" He asked again. As he realized that Fred and George had just been joking, he yelled, "You MORONS! GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" Fred and George, now with tears pouring down their cheeks, turned and went back downstairs to finish eating.

"What did you do?" Charlie asked as they reentered, still giggling.

"Oh, nothing." Fred replied.

"No, we heard a thud. You didn't turn Ron's pillow into a spider or anything, did you?" Bill asked.

"Oh no, that would have just been heartless. Even we're not that mean." George said.

"What did you do then?" Ginny asked.

"We told him Hermione was here."

"But…she's not." Bill told them.

"You don't miss a thing, do you Bill?" George asked.

"Why did you tell him she was here?" Charlie asked.

"Clearly we are the true evil masterminds of the family." Fred commented.

"No one's arguing with you there." Bill remarked. "So explain to us, the good children."

"Well you see-"

"I just heard a thud come form upstairs. What did you two do?" Molly asked the twins, suddenly appearing in the room.

"Now how come whenever anything happens it's automatically something that we did?" Fred asked.

"Because it always is something you did." Molly told them. "So tell me, what did you do?"

"We just told Ron something to get him up and going." George said innocently.

"Yeah, he needs to learn that it's impolite to sleep in until noon when there are guests in the house." Fred said.

"Say the boys who woke up about five minutes ago." Ginny commented.

"And we don't have any guests." Molly said, eying her twins strangely.

"Well, not yet. We will." Fred told her.

"He's got a point there Mum." George told her.

"Right, well Hermione could be here anytime now. Would you two please go up and get dressed? And tell Ron to get dressed while you're at it." Molly said.

"I'm already dressed." Ron said, arriving downstairs.

"Oh Ronniekins, you look absolutely dashing! Hermione will be most pleased." George teased.

"Of course, you're nowhere near as dashing as us." Fred said smugly, running a hand through his tousled hair.

"Yes, you're positively ravishing in your boxers." Bill told the twins sarcastically before Ron could protest.

"You think so too?" George asked him. Bill, Charlie, and Ron rolled their eyes as one.

"Will you two just get dressed?" Molly asked.

"But we haven't eaten anything yet." Fred whined, dropping the 'I'm too sexy' act.

"You can eat after you get dressed. Scoot!" Molly said.

Around two o'clock, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!" Ginny cried, running to the door. "Hermione!" She squealed.

"Hello Ginny!" Hermione smiled, embracing her friend.

"I am so happy to finally have a girl here. You have no idea what it's like living with six boys!" Ginny said excitedly.

"Oh, are your older brothers here?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah! Would you like to meet them?" Ginny asked.

"Sure."

"Great! I think they're all outside playing Quidditch. We'll take your stuff up to my room real quick and then we can go find them." Ginny said.

After Hermione's things were in Ginny's room, they headed outside. Sure enough, they found the five Weasley boys deeply engaged in a game of Quidditch.

"Ron! Hermione's here!" Ginny called.

"Hi Hermione!" Ron yelled. Fred and George exchanged significant smirks, but kept their remarks to themselves.

"Hi Ron!" She smiled and waved.

"Bill! Charlie! Come down here!" Ginny called. They landed. "This is my and Ron's friend, Hermione."

"Hey." Bill said shaking her hand and smiling.

"Nice to meet you." Charlie did the same.

"It's nice to meet you too." Hermione smiled, rather pink in the cheeks.

"Well, we'd love to chat, but we're in the middle of a game." Bill said.

"And losing." Charlie glared accusingly at Bill.

"Hey Mr. Quidditch Star, you know I'm a terrible athlete, but you said you would be on my team anyway."

"Because I felt sorry for you."

"I thought you said you were sure you and I could take them easily!"

"Well I thought we could, but obviously your Quidditch skills have not improved since you graduated."

"Charlie, were you really under the impression that I play Quidditch in what little spare time I have?"

"I do." Charlie shrugged.

"Oh well, I'm shocked." Bill said sarcastically.

"Do you see why I miss female companionship so much?" Ginny asked. Hermione giggled.

"Bill! Charlie! Come on!" George called.

"Yeah, you leave us up here any longer and we'll be older than you guys!" Fred joked.

"Oh, you two are going DOWN!" Bill shouted.

"Hey look! It's Hermione!" George pretended to have just noticed.

"HI HERMIONE!" Fred and George yelled.

"Hello." She waved.

"Well, would you girls like to watch us finish our game? It probably won't be long." Bill said.

"Want to?" Ginny asked.

"Sure." Hermione said.

"Here you go." Charlie said conjuring up a couple of lawn chairs.

"Thanks."

"No problem. Now-" He said, turning to Bill. "Let's try and save this game, shall we?"

"We shall indeed." They once again rose into the air. A few minutes later, Molly came out.

"Hello Hermione. It's so good to see you."

"Good to see you too Mrs. Weasley." She smiled.

"Are you two enjoying the game?"

"Yes."

"Bill and Charlie are getting slaughtered." Ginny told her mother.

"Wasn't Charlie Quidditch Captain?" Hermione asked.

"Oh yes. I'm sure this is a huge blow to his ego, being beaten by two 16-year-old Beaters and a 14-year-old who doesn't even play Quidditch." Molly sighed.

"Well, that's what he gets for letting Bill be on his team. Now if it were Charlie, Fred and George against Bill and Ron, wow. Bill and Ron would be dead." Ginny commented. "But then of course if this was a Chess competition, it would be a different story. Bill and Ron can beat anyone at Chess."

"They get that from their father. I don't know a rook from a knight. I'm surprised I even know what they're called!" Molly said.

"I love watching Ron and Harry play. Harry's getting better, but he's still no match for Ron." Hermione said. Ginny blushed at the mention of Harry's name. "Harry's coming, isn't he?"

"I don't know if Ron has written to him yet. I know he's going to." Molly said. "Ron!" She called. He looked her way. "Have you written to Harry yet?"

"Yeah! The letter's on my desk!" He yelled. He was playing Keeper and since he was distracted, he didn't notice their old, beaten up Quaffle soar right past him and through the hoop.

"Ron!" Fred and George groaned.

"YES!" Bill and Charlie gave each other a high-five.

"Wait! That's not fair! I was distracted!" Ron argued.

"It counts." Charlie told him.

"Mum was talking to me!"

"Still counts!"

"But-"

"Ron, be quiet. We don't even have a Keeper." Bill told him. The game lasted another thirty minutes before Bill and Charlie finally surrendered. However, they said they would only quit if a rematch was agreed upon.

That night after a delicious dinner, Ginny and Hermione sat in Ginny's room unpacking Hermione's things. Fred and George saw this as a perfect opportunity to test their newest prototype. Sticking pieces of flesh-colored string in their ears, they knelt down right in front of Ginny's door and whispered, "Go." The pieces of string crawled about a foot into Ginny's room, but for now, that was far enough.

"So how's your summer been?" Ginny asked.

"Not bad. I've seen a few friends that I know from Muggle school. Mostly, I've gotten all my schoolwork completed." Fred and George rolled their eyes. "How's yours been?"

"Pretty boring. There was one day that Fred and George decided to test one of their inventions on Percy. He turned into a giant purple canary. That was funny." Fred and George grinned triumphantly, although whishing that the feathers had been yellow.

"How long are Bill and Charlie staying?" Hermione asked.

"They both have time off until school starts. However," Ginny said, "They've both been acting as though they know something that rest of us don't. It's almost like they just want us to think they're going back."

"That's strange." Hermione said.

"Yeah, it's driving all of us crazy. Every time they say something, Percy scowls at them." Ginny told her.

"Ginny, I'm just wondering. Why do all of your brothers have to be so good looking?" Hermione asked. Ginny made a face. "Well, not Percy so much…"

"I though Fred and George drove you crazy."

"Well, yeah, they do. But the rest of them…"

"Especially Ickle Ronnkiekins, huh Hermione?" Fred called. Both he and George heaved with laughter as Ginny shrieked.

"FRED! GEORGE!" She slammed the door open to see her two older brothers laying chest down on the floor right in front of her room.

"Hello there, Gin-Gin." George said with a fetching smile.

"Lovely night for eavesdropping, eh Ginny?" Fred asked with an equally dashing smile.

"Get out of here." She growled.

"Right-o!" They both knew that Ginny had inherited her fiery temper from their mother, and they both knew better than to provoke it, especially when her wand was within her grasp.

To be continued…The Goblet of Fire movie totally rocks…too bad Bill and Charlie weren't in it though!