Hermione wrapped her Gryffindor scarf around and around her neck, until it was almost covering her mouth. She shivered and looked at the cascading snowflakes. Hermione sighed and trudged through the snow, making her way from the edge of Hogmeades, Hog's Head to Honeydukes, so she could get back to Hogwarts.

She had been down to Hogsmeade on a Saturday when there wasn't an actual trip, she had to check out the Hog's Head for the meeting she was planning. Hermione wanted to organize a sort of, Defence Against the Dark Arts group, since Umbridge was so bloody horrible at teaching. And she needed a place to go, where no one could tell Umbridge, that's when she found the Hog's Head.

It was a musty, grimy pub, that when you turned down High Street before Dervish and Bangs, there it was. It smelt oddly like goats, and occasionally you could get a strong whiff of Firewhiskey or Red Currant Rum. She had found it as she was wondering around, looking for a place no one from school would ever set foot in.

She entered Honeydukes and slipped into a crowd of unsuspecting adults, she reached into her bag and pulled out Harry's invisibility clock, which he had, unknowingly, lent to her. Hermione pulled it around her and vanished, she bent down and made sure not to bump into anyone. She bumped into a bowl of Acid Pops, and it's spilt around her, she quickly ran through the store and into the basement, knocking over some boxes. She picked up the trap door and squeezed under it and into the tunnel.

Hermione pulled the cloak off, and stuffed it back into her book bag, then pulled out the Marauder's Map, which she also borrowed without Harry knowing. She looked down at the map, following it back the castle, she'd never been this way before, only Harry, Fred, and George, had as far she knew.

She watched the map carefully, to make sure she didn't turn the wrong way or get out in the middle of the Black Lake or where ever this thing ran under. Hermione was just deciding which way to go when "Oof!" She got knocked over, but none other, then half this generation's group of pranksters, Fred Weasley.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, bewildered, while looking the ruffled ginger up and down.

"What am I doing here? What are you doing here?" Fred said with his eyebrows raised, seriously wondering why on earth Hermione, the prefect was crawling in the marauder's tunnel.

"I'd prefer you answer my question first, Weasley." Hermione narrowed her hazel eyes, attempting to look threatening as she folded her arms.

"I was getting some things from Zonko's and Honeyduke for WWW," Fred explained, grinning at her face, "Now Granger, tell me why you're here?" He walked up to her and put his arm casually around her.

Hermione blushed once Fred wrapped his arm around her. She looked at him with a smirk and whispered, "It's a secret...shh." She brought her finger to her lips and pursed them.

"Granger, tell me." Fred frowned at her, not mad at all, just trying to guilt her into being honest.

Hermione smiled secretively at him and stayed silent, Fred leaned down and started to tickle her. Hermione screamed at his touch and immediately started laughing, she fell down and dragged him with her. She rolled around, trying to get him off her. "Off Weasley! Off!" She panted out between giggles. Fred stopped tickling her and sat on her, "Tell me first, Granger." Hermione gave in, "Just scoping out places for the club."

"The one about fighting the Toad?" Fred enquired.

"Did Ron tell you?" Hermione asked, as she sat up and brushed the dust out of her hair.

"No, we used our extendable ears," Fred replied grinning.

"Fred! You nosy ginger!" Hermione hit him playfully and made an unattractive face.

"Now, now, 'mione. Lighten up." Fred leaned over and whispered into her ear, "Or I might have to lighten you up."

Hermione smirked, "And how do you play to do that, Weasley?" She folded her arms, still wearing the knowing smirk.

"Like this." Fred leaned over and kissed her lightly. In response Hermione blushed profusely and stood up, almost banging her head on the roof of the tunnel.

"Igottago." Hermione blurted out, still red, as she grabbed the map, her bag, and the cloak.

Fred bit his lip, feeling guilty. "Hermione it was a joke, please... stay."

Hermione was more offended when she found out it was a joke, "No, no. I have to be getting back anyway, if Harry notices this stuff was gone, he'll click me." She turned around and ran off, her heels clicking on the ground, as a trail of dust was left behind her.

Fred hit his head against the wall of the tunnel and sat down, and placed his face in his hands, "Fredrick Weasley, you stupid git."