Following My Dreams *A Hermione x Weasley Twins Fanfic *

Chapter 3. The Dinning Hall

Making their way to Hogwart's dinning hall, the twin terrors found two open spots right next to each other. "Hey George who was the bint that our git of a brother was shagging?" Fred asked as he examined every Gryffindor girl at the table. George shrugged then looked over towards their good friend Lee Jordan, who knew almost everyone. "Hey Lee, do you know who Margret Littleton is?"   With a mouth full of food he motioned his head towards a lengthy brunette with dark brown eye and pouting red lips.

"Oi Fred," George mutter as he scooped a pile of potatoes onto his plate, causing his twin to look at him in a rather confused and annoyed way. "Margret, the bint who shagged Ron, is the lengthy girl with red lips down there. You know the one surrounded by all the blokes."Fred looked down the table, shoving a bun into his mouth and examined her carefully. She had  face that was pretty with makeup on but would look meek with out it. He shrugged and  looked at his brother and shook his head.

"She's not worth it." After eating for a few moments in silence, the twins looked towards the doors to see both Harry and Hermione walking in, their heads down as the talked in hushed tones. "Hey 'Mione!" Hermione looked up and smiled sadly at the twins. Giving them a small wave she and Harry sat across from the them. "Hey you guys. Look thanks for earlier but you didn't have to-"

"Oh but we did 'Mione. We also sent mum a letter and within the next few days Ron may or may not  be receiving a howler." Harry snorted as he began to pile food onto his plate and began to shake his head. "You guys are going to make his life hell now aren't you?"

"Don't you know it! He thinks he can get away with hurting our precious-" Fred blushed deeply realizing what he said and quickly bit into a sweet bun to mumble the rest. " - Can get away with hurting Hermione here, he's surly mistaken." Looking around at the small group he took note that no one seemed to hear his fumble.

Well that was peculiar, Hermione thought to herself as she nibbled on some toast, trying to eat something as a promise to Harry. Did he just say our precious Hermione? Or am I just imagining things now? Just as she was going to ask Fred about it, a loud obnoxious voice could be heard across all of the hall.

"Oi Weasley, what a shiner! Did some one finally put you in your place for having such a big mouth?" Malfoy yelled from the Slytherin table at Ron as Fred and George snickered.

"Damn right someone did." The twins reached across the table and each held Hermione's hands as she began to tremble at the sight of him. "Hey 'Mione, grab your plate and glass. Let's go finish in the common room." Nodding, she did as she was told and kept her head down as she pasted Ron who kept calling her name, getting louder and louder each time. "Dammit woman, look at me when I'm talking to you!"

Spinning around so quickly, she thrusts the contents of her glass at him, soaking him to the bone. "Don't. Ever. Talk. To. Me. Like. That. Again." She hissed, a loud chair scraping from the professors' table. "Miss Granger, does there seem to be a problem here?" Professor Snape asked as he examined the situation.

"No sir, just miscommunication on his behalf." Nodding, a slight smug look appeared on his face before he sat down while Hermione turned towards the twins before strutting out of the hall as everyone watched in awe. Damn I'm in love with her, both Fred and George thought, unknowingly that the other felt the same. They quickly followed her out of the hall and into the corridors. "That was bloody brilliant!" George exclaimed as they finally caught up to her, unable to see her face.

"Love, is everything alright?" She stopped in her tracks and began to shake again a slight giggle escaping her lips. "That was exhilarating! I-I've never felt like this before!" She began to bounce up and down, her curls flying everywhere. "Forge," Fred said as a grin spread across his face looking at his twin whose face mimicked his own. "Yes Gred?"

"Should we make this duo a trio?"