I had a lot of fun writing this, and I will decide whether or not to continue depending on the number of reviews I get, so please let me know what you think! It's hard for me to keep writing without any feedback. Fred/Hermione, set in Hermione's fifth year.

Hermione let out an exasperated sigh as she siphoned an ink blot off of her parchment. The Common room was crowded and noisy, as usual, and her essay was due in the morning.

"Working hard there," Ron plunked himself down on a sofa next to her.

"An astute observation, Ronald," Hermione answered sarcastically.

"Is that for Snape?"

Hermione gave a grunt, and Ron took it for a confirmation.

Ron chuckled, "Blimey Hermione, of all the teachers to mouth off to, you picked him."

Fred Weasley had been walking passed, and stopped as he heard this.

"Hermione Granger, the prefect, mouthing off to a teacher? A miracle, that," Fred exclaimed cheerily.

"I was not mouthing off, I simply corrected him, he had it all wrong," Hermione crossed her arms over her chest defensively.

"Right then. You shouldn't write the essay, it's a matter of principle," Fred offered helpfully.

Hermione sat up and gave the twin a surprised look.

"I never thought of it that way."

"Course you didn't, but I am always thinking of these things," Fred nodded in mock seriousness. "Why don't you come with us? George, Lee and I are going for a nice stroll."

The young witch narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "A stroll? Curfew is in fifteen minutes."

"She's right," Ron said, annoyed at not being invited.

"We'll be back when we are supposed to," seeing the unconvinced expression on her face, he added, "Promise."

Hermione looked at her paper, scrunching up her nose, then stared longingly towards the portrait hole.

"Ok. I could use a break."

"Brilliant," Fred flashed a Weasley grin. "Come on, we'll go get George and Lee."

Ron looked personally offended, and sulked off to find Harry.

"Guess he doesn't want to come," Fred said as he led the way up to the boy's dormitories.

As they neared the room, Hermione heard something awfully like an explosion, followed by hysterical chortling. They opened the door to find George rolling on the floor, doubled over with laughter. Lee was looking in the mirror, a rather horrified expression on his freshly furry face.

"What the-?"

Lee and Fred joined in the laughter at the look on Hermione's face. She was torn between lecturing them and laughing herself.

"This wouldn't happen to have anything to do with your evening stroll, would it?" Hermione questioned, suppressing a smile.

"Of course not—completely unexpected—great inconvenience," Fred choked out between breaths.

Hermione could not help but let a giggle escape, but shook her head at them.

"I rescued Hermione from an unnecessary essay she was writing, and offered to take her along on our little adventure," Fred explained to his roommates.

"I suppose we will be walking in the direction of the hospital wing?" Hermione asked.

"She's a genius, I swear! It's a wonder you don't catch us every time we pull a prank," George laughed.

"We need to figure out how to reverse this particular—side effect, that we can make modifications and do some testing without having to live in the hospital wing," Lee explained, twirling his new whiskers.

"Alright then, let's go. I'm a prefect, so you won't get in any trouble. I suppose that's why you asked me?"

"You weren't part of the plan, but that's a brilliant idea. We will just have to kidnap you more often," Fred winked.

Hermione was glad that she did not blush easily, because she felt her stomach give a decidedly uncharacteristic lurch.

The group did not return to the common room until well after curfew, and found it empty.

"She didn't have to take it all off," Lee groaned. "Do you have any idea how long it took me to perfect that goatee?"

"It's alright mate, I never noticed it anyway," George thumped his friend on the back.

Lee pushed him aside good naturedly. "Poor chap, he's jealous," he told Hermione in a loud whisper.

"I don't know Lee, I might have to side with him!' Hermione laughed.

"Ah, the lady sees truth!" George asserted.

Lee clutched his heart comically in deep anguish, making Hermione laugh harder.

"I think it's safe to say that my facial hair is a step above the competition," Fred mused, stroking his imaginary beard.

"I'll have to let you three battle this one out on your own, I'm beat," Hermione stifled a yawn, her smile never breaking.

"What is wrong with you Fred? The lady is exhausted, help her to her bed!" George demanded, hitting the back of Fred's head.

Fred rubbed the back of his head and scowled at George before sweeping Hermione off of her feet and heading towards the girl's dormitory. Hermione squealed in surprise and held on tight.

"Sleep tight, Milady," Fred whispered as he set her down in her bed. Kissing her hand gallantly, he tiptoed out, stopping only to look over his shoulder and wink.