Hey there! This is my first shot at a Fred/Hermione story (to be honest, it's my first shot at any type of story!). Constructive criticism would be great. I'm still learning and trying to better my writing skills so any pointers would be greatly appreciated. I guess I should also say how don't own any of the characters and such (if I did I wouldn't have to resort to FanFiction now would I?) but the plot. So without further ado, on with the story!

"Where do you want me to put the pygmy puffs?" cried a harassed looking Hermione. What on earth had possessed here to accept the job at the twin's newly opened shop in Hogsmeade? She continued to run around the incomplete shop looking for Fred or George. She was about to give up her search when she saw a flash of the signature Weasley Wizard Wheezes purple robes. She looked around the seemingly empty workroom. Boxes were pile high in the corners, the two stools were still upturned on the desk, and the large fireplace looked like it could use a good clean.

"Get your lazy arses out here right now or you'll be left to chasing your clever little hybrids all around the store." She told the empty room. Hermione bent down to put the box of pygmy puffs on the floor, and she didn't see the twins coming up behind and in front of her. As soon as she looked up, a blue dust cloud thrown at her by a smiling twin assaulted her eyes, nose, and mouth. Before she could even register what was going on, her eyes clouded over and her thoughts became fuzzy; she fell into the awaiting arms of the twin behind her.

"Well Fred, I think it works." Said George, the twin holding the unconscious girl. Fred put the pot of blue dust on the mantel and went over to examine her. Quite a pretty bird was the first thought that invaded his mind, the infamous Weasley blush made its way up his neck and to his ears. He quickly shook away the thought.

George had eased Hermione down onto the floor and was checking her vital signs and making notes. We probably shouldn't have used her as a practice dummy. "How long do you think she'll be out?" Fred asked his twin.

George put down his quill and parchment and looked thoughtful for a few moments. "Well it's only supposed to last for a maximum of seven minutes, so it should be any second now."

"You know we're going to get it when she wakes up." Fred said with a small laugh. Just then, Hermione's eyes began to open. She gave a small groan and tried to rub away haze that still lingered over her. Not expecting to see identical faces centimeters away from her face, she gave a small yelp and sat up.

"What the bloody hell did you do to me?" Hermione asked quietly due to her pounding head. Fred and George, who up until then weren't worried about being on the receiving end of her rage, exchanged nervous looks.

George chuckled nervously, "Funny thing is, heh, we wanted to see if our newest prank worked –"

"It's called Pass-Out Powder! It's almost the same as the Fainting Fancies, they're just in powder form." Fred chimed in. Hermione glared at him, and he let George continue with the explanation.

"Yes, well, see we tried on you, sorry about that by the way, and you passed out. And he we are! Heh." George finished lamely. "How are you feeling? Headaches? Any odd things growing on your body? Changing colors?" he asked once again taking out his quill and parchment, but put it away once he saw the withering glare sent his way.

Hermione tried to stand up, but her legs felt like rubber and she couldn't feel anything below her waist. "I can't feel my legs! They're all tingly like! Why can't I feel them?" she cried. George made a quick note, but was cut off by Fred who wacked his arm.

"Is it really the time to be making notes?" asked Fred.

"I'm just using the information to try and better our products, dear brother." George replied calmly. "Just go 'n get a Pepper Up potion. That should fix her right up." George saw the guilty look that took residence on Fred's face and immediately knew that he had used the last of it to wake himself up this morning after coming in late last night from a party. "Alright fine. Let's just go to the Burrow and get some. Mum's gone for the day so we shouldn't have a problem."

Fred gently lifted Hermione's right arm put it over his shoulder, and George did the same with her left. "When I get feeling back in my legs, you both are going to get it." She grumbled at them.

"We'll make it up to you, love. Promise." Fred replied with a smile. All three of them stepped into the accommodating fireplace and Fred grabbed a fistful of powder from the Floo pot on mantel. With a cry of "The Burrow!" Fred threw the powder at the floor of the fireplace.

Two identical pairs of hazel eyes and a pair of brown eyes widened when they didn't see the green flames that usually surrounded them, but it was light blue flames that engulfed them.