Babysitting the Weasley Twins

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

George and Fred awoke before Hermione did. They looked at each other before cuddling in closer to the witch, Fred's face now in her neck while George's head was still on top of her chest. The boys lay their for about an hour before a knock was heard at the door.

"Hey Granger, Time to get up, we've got class today!" They heard Malfoy's voice call out to the sleeping girl.

Hermione rolled onto her side, knocking George off her chest momentarily as she wrapped her arms around Fred's little body, hugging him close to her. Fred was now pressed right up to Hermione, his face and ears now a bright red. George huffed at the two and shook Hermione's arm, trying to wake her. Hermione's eyes opened slowly and she looked down slightly to see Fred's blushing face. She turned pink and let go of the boy, sputtering apologies.

Hermione got out of her bed, helping each boy down. Hermione picked George up, a habit from yesterday, and grabbed Fred's hand. Neither boy protested, even though Fred could now walk By himself and George could walk with help. Hermione used landless magic to open her bedroom door. She walked into to common room to see Theo, Blaise and Malfoy sitting on the long couch.

"Can you three help George and Fred get ready for school, I need to go get ready myself, and-" Hermione got cut off by Blaise.

"Tesoro*, we got this. Don't worry" he told her as the boys glared at him. Not knowing what Tesoro meant, but it sounded like a term of endearment.

"Thank you so much!" Hermione dropped the boys off on one of the chairs before running back to her room to get ready for the day.

"Well boys, lets get you dressed." Theo said as he began to stand up.

"We can dwess ouwselwves just fine, though we might need helwp wif the ties." Fred said, Sliding off the couch and helping George down. They walked down the hall into the spare bedroom. They put on their uniforms the best they could before going back out into the common room. Hermione was now in her uniform and sitting on one of the other chairs, talking to Malfoy.

The boys walked over to Hermione and held out their ties. Hermione chuckled and helped the boys each put them on, not pulling on it too tight. Once they were finished. The group of six started heading down to breakfast. Hermione walked with one hand in Georges and the other in Freds. The group split as Hermione walked the boys to the Gryffindor table beside Katelynn, who had a small smile cross her face as she looked at the heads table. Hermione sat next to Katelynn, placing Fred in her lap before pulling George onto her own.

"Soo, how was last night's detention?" Hermione asked innocently. The twins looked at each other before covering their ears. The girls talked about Katelynn's detention until Ron and Harry came over.

"Hey Mione" Ron said to his girlfriend, giving her a chaste kiss on the cheek before stuffing his face with find, causing George and Fred to have disgusted looks on their little faces.

Soon, they had to get ready for their first class, Potions. Katelynn picked Fred up and placed him on her hip as Hermione did the same with George. They went on their way to Potions.

The boys once again had to sit in the girls' laps. They tried their best to help, but potions was hard to do when you had the short, chubby fingers of a five year old. They had to make Amortentia. Once the potion was finished, the four students each took a sniff.

Katelynn smelt old books, glasses cleaner and polishing. It was no secret that her scent was of Percy. The twins both smelt the same thing, old parchment, vanilla and a musty cat-like smell. Hermione smelt firework smoke, books and a variety of spices. Such as cinnamon, turmeric and ginger.

In all honesty, Professor Slughorn was highly amused with the twins predicament, but it was nothing compared to Percy's.

A deep bellied laughter rang throughout the defense against the dark arts classroom. The students looked shocked at Percy, who was bent over, laughing and pointing at the twins, who had highly annoyed looks on their faces.

Could this day get any worse?

(*A/N, Torsoro means Sweetheart in Italian, but the way he says it is in a older brother/close friend kind of way)