First story, so please don't kill me. I love the idea of Fred and Hermione, mainly because they are both the exact opposite and yet, they work really well together. I hope you enjoy this story, obviously set in Hermione's fourth year, and Fred's sixth. Reviews are very very very much welcome, kind criticism is also welcome!

I rolled my eyes at the incredibly dim witted idea of none other than Fred and George Weasley. Honestly did they think for a second that an ageing potion would undermine the genius of Professor Dumbledore? Although, it the back of my mind I knew that they were both brilliant wizards and knew what they were doing, most of the time anyway. If only they would put as much hard work and effort into their studies then causing havoc around the school grounds, especially the poor first years, who for some strange reason looked up to the Weasley twins a lot.

I stood from my sit once I saw two shots of flaming red hair pass the corner of my eye, landing inside the age line itself. I eyed them suspiciously, Harry who was to my right at the present time nudged me in the side as if to say I was wrong. I simply narrowed my eyes at him, then turning my focus back to the twins. Something was bound to go wrong, there is no bloody way they are going to be able to pull off this birdbrained plan of theirs.

The crowd was cheering them along, obviously utterly shocked that their plan had worked (so far). The red-haired twins walked around the Goblet of Fire egging people on, I looked at the youngest of the two suspiciously , who only gave me a light smirk in return before dropping his name into the Goblet of Fire shortly behind his brother. The room went silent, I stood perfectly still awaiting for their brilliant plan to backfire. Which, to no surprise it did. The boys were sent flying away from the Goblet of Fire, landing with quiet a thud, and earning themselves long grey hair with matching long grey beards. The room filled with laughter and chants as the twins attacked each other, rolling around on the floor. I rolled my eyes and sat back down opening the new book I picked out from the library, my train of thought had been stopped as I felt some kind of heavy eye contact being made. I looked up to see none other than Viktor Krum walk through the sea of people and drop his name into the Goblet of Fire with such ease and causality. With his eyes still on me, I couldn't help but compress a slight giggle, which I scolded myself for of course

"...Well if you hadn't up the dosage, it probably would have worked."

"You both should have known that Dumbledore is the most powerful wizard at Hogwarts, of course he was going to protect the Goblet of Fire with all his might." I said in a very shushed whisper, trying to put this matter to rest.

"And since when do we listen to you Granger?" George said with a playful smile before walking up the boys dormitory. I returned the smile with a slight laugh before going back to my essay on Defence Against the Dark Arts. I had re-written this essay exactly three times already, it was first period tomorrow morning and it had to be perfect, the slightest slip and I could get a big fat fail on the first page. I had decided to re-write it for the last time around the sixth go, I was so incredibly tired and I felt as though I wouldn't be able to wake up in the morning if I didn't stop. I finally finished the essay and I was utterly pleased to say the least, I had done every element there was to complete, and I had done so to the best of my ability.

I rubbed my eyes gently with the sleeve of my Gryffindor blazer, I was utterly gone. I yawned as I gathered my things on the coffee table, enabling me to walk up the stairs a lot easier with more hand space before I felt a slight bump next to me. I turned my head quickly to see Fred sitting right next to me, I slapped him across the head while trying to re-gain my breath.

"My Lord Fred! You scared me half to death!" I cried, placing my hand over my chest.

"Sorry Granger, But I think you are the one to blame. Seeing as it's way past your bed time."

I scoffed as I continued to gather up my things, "I was finishing an essay thank you every much, and may I ask what you are doing out of bed?"

Fred smirked lightly, "I don't think you wanna know what I've been up too."

I shuddered at the images running through my head, pushing them out I collected my books and stood up fixing my uniform. "Well I'm off to bed, I trust you will be doing the same shortly."

"If I feel like it." He shrugged lightly, taking a seat in front of the fire. "..Granger, are you going to the ball?" Fred asked casually.

I eyed him suspiciously, "Yes, in matter of fact I am. Who's the unlucky girl that's going with you?" I joked as I started making my way to the stairs of the girls dormitory.

"You were there when I asked Angelina." He said in a matter of fact tone.

I was surprised, I thought that was some kind of joke, asking a girl to the Yule Ball like was astounding. And not in a good way. "So she's really going with you, after an invitation like that?"

"It's the Weasley charm." He said with a grin and a wink. "Who are you going with?"

I laughed slightly at his comment about Weasley's having charm, obviously this trait had miss his youngest brother. "Surprise" I said with a playful smile. Fred smiled back before stretching out his long arms in a yawn. He made his way over to the boy's dormitory, I had forgotten for a moment how tall he was, a little bit shorter than George, but still very tall in deed.

"It's been a pleasure chatting with you m'lady." He said playfully as he bowed.

I laughed quietly at this, "It was lovely, our first real conversation."

He nodded with a grin, "And hopefully not the last."

"I wouldn't hold your breath on that one Mr. Weasley."

Fred grinned at walked up the stairs, stopping half way to yell out, "You're forgetting about the Weasley charm!"