Hey Nerd...- fremione

Chapter 1

-Fred-

"FRED! GEORGE! WAKE UP!" I grunted and rolled over, promptly falling out of bed. I landed with a loud thunk, groaned and then tried to pull what I thought was my own bed covers onto the floor with the result of George landing on top of me, swearing.

"What the heck Fred?" he said, angrily, yawning. "Next time, you can use the alarm clock."

"Sorry," I said getting up and stretching as well. "But it wasn't me."

George grinned and put on his dressing gown, chucking mine at me. "Yeah I'm sure that the ghoul came down from the attic to pull me off my bed."

I rolled my eyes. "Come on, let's go downstairs."

When we had reached the kitchen, George walked in, me following then stopping dead. Hermione was sitting at the table, eating a piece of toast and reading Hogwarts: A History.

She looked up as we entered, and I turned slightly red when she smiled at us.

"Morning," she said, looking back at the book. I glanced around the kitchen but mum wasn't here. It was literally just her and us.

"Morning Nerd," said George, sitting down. "When did you get here?"

"Last night."

I sat down as well and grabbed a piece of toast of her plate, George following suit.

"Hey!"

"What time?"

"At about eleven. I just went straight up to Ginny's room though. She's still asleep."

George and I exchanged looks. "Yeah well we may or may not have tried out this new thing on her. It didn't do anything!" I added quickly, for Hermione had looked over sharply at these words. "It just made her feel really sleepy and I guess..."

"...she wanted a lie in." finished George. Hermione glared at us for a moment, and then laughed. Did I just hear right?! Hermione actually LAUGHED at one of our jokes!

I looked snidely at her. "You alright Hermione?"

She blushed red and looked back at her book; I smiled to myself and concentrated on eating toast.

-George-

I watched her blush and saw Fred's face. Ha if he wasn't falling for her, then I am a bowtruckle. Fred was trying to stop himself from smiling, though why he was attracted to Hermione beats me. I mean, she is quite pretty but she's two years younger for one thing and she is a nerd. Also I know for a fact that Ron has a thing for her. Though he's such a girl that I would be as old as Dumbledore before he asked her out... wow I would be pretty old then? About one hundred and fifty?

Ginny entered at that moment, and went to fill up the kettle.

"Morning Ginny," said Hermione, not bothering to raise her head.

"Morning Hermione." Ginny didn't even find it strange that Hermione was in the house... all well.

"Sleep well?" I asked, glancing at Fred, who was smirking.

"Yeah, I did as a- WHAT DID YOU DO?!" she shouted, making me fall of my chair in shock. Damn our sister knew us well.

"We ... er... um... we," stammered Fred. "See Gin-"

"What on earth are you talking about Ginny?" said Hermione smoothly. "They didn't do anything."

Ginny raised an eyebrow.

"Really they didn't!" insisted Hermione. "They just knew for a fact that the ghoul was restless last night cos they, er, threw a dungbomb at him."

My jaw dropped. Hermione Granger, telling a complete lie, for us?

Ginny narrowed her eyes, but turned back to the kettle.

"Oh by the way," said Hermione. "You two are going with Ronald and your father to pick Harry up tonight."

Ginny dropped the kettle and whipped around redfaced. "What! Harry is coming, like, TODAY?!" she screeched. I grinned and Fred chuckled. Evidently this loving thing was catching. I had better watch out... I may fall in love with Pansy Parkinson if I'm not careful.