A/N: Let me know if I should leave this as is or make it a longer fic. Hope you enjoy!

"George?"

"Yes, brother mine?"

"Do you think it would be wrong if if we invited her to stay with us?"

"Great minds think alike, Forge."

The twins had just received news of Ron and Hermione's break-up and had quickly realized that with no family and no job, the pretty young witch would be needing a place to stay that was far away from their oaf of a brother. That meant both the Burrow and Harry's place were out of the question. They grinned wickedly at each other. It was about time they had a shot.

"What am I going to do Ginny?" Hermione whined, her face puffy from crying, though the tears were more from anger than anything else.

Ginny looked at her best friend with sympathy clear in her eyes.

"You know Mum will always let you stay here anyway. Even if you're not with Ron, you're still family." She patted her friend on the shoulder.

"I really can't stand the sight of him, Gin. He sent me an owl. An owl for Merlins sake! We live in the same house!"

Ginny held back a snigger but Hermione saw right through her friend and couldn't help but let out a small chuckle too at the absurdity of it all. Soon they were clutching each other and sobbing with laughter. It really was so like Ron to take the easiest way out he could find.

They were startled by a sudden 'pop' and looked up to see two bewildered Weasley's looking down at them in confusion.

Fred and George weren't quite sure what they'd been expecting but seeing Hermione laughing maniacally with their younger sister had not been it. Fred shrugged and looked at George, who nodded. Well, may as well get it over with.

"Well, uh, hello there you two."

"What's the joke?"

Hermione grinned at them.

"Just Ron being Ron, as per. He broke up with me by owl, you know."

Fred looked at George, who looked at Fred.

"But… You live in the same house?"

"Exactly!" Her and Ginny broke into gales of laughter once more and the twins just gaped, entranced by the way her eyes sparked and her face grew flushed. Fred shook his head.

"Anyway!"

"Fred and I came with an offer - "

"Since we figured you wouldn't want to be around our darling younger brother all the time - "

"Why don't you stay with us?"

The two girls looked at them in astonishment.

"Really?" Said Hermione doubtfully. Surely this was some sort of joke. They saw her hesitation and rushed to reassure her.

"Really - "

"I mean we have a spare room and all - "

"And with the way the shop is going we could really use some help if you wanted a job too - "

"But it's up to you obviously - "

"It was just a thought."

They blurted out so fast Hermione rather fancied her head was spinning. The offer seemed genuine though, and she'd always had respect for the twins. She didn't see why not.

"Alright."

The barely concealed look of joy that past between the twins didn't go unnoticed by their sister, who filed it away for later thought. If it meant what she thought, this could all be rather interesting.

After all, everyone knew how hard the twins would work to get what they wanted.

Hermione quickly packed her things before making her way downstairs. She wasn't looking forward to informing Molly of her decision but it had to be done so she may as well get it over with.

"Mrs Weasley?"

"Oh please dear, call me Molly." The older lady said with a smile, bustling around the kitchen as she prepared dinner.

"Of course. Um, there's something I needed to tell you. Since Ron and I broke up…"

"Oh that boy, he'll be the death of me I swear! Breaking up with such a lovely girl, and via owl no less! I swear we raised him better than that." Molly tittered.

"It's fine!" Said Hermione quickly before she could really get going. "I just wanted to say, Fred and George have invited me to stay with them, they need some help in the shop and they have a spare room."

"The twins dear? Oh are you sure you have to leave? Though I suppose you'll at least still be with family… Oh you will come back for Sunday's won't you?"

Hermione sighed in relief. That had gone better than she'd hoped.

"Of course, Molly."

The older woman engulfed her in a hug before Hermione went up to the room she had shared with Ginny for a good few years now. Every summer and this last year since the war, all had been spent in this room. She looked around and sighed.

"Not leaving without me are you?" The boisterous redheaded girl came over to Hermione and plonked herself down on the bed.

Hermione looked at her quizzically.

"Oh, I told the twins I'd bring you over. Well come on then, let's go! I rather want another Pygmy Puff." She said with a wink.

Back at the shop (or the flat above it, to be specific) the twins were frantically dashing about, trying to make the place fit for a lady.

"Oi Gred, why didn't we think of this before we left?" Fred said in a panic.

George looked at him in amusement.

"Well, as usual, someone was far too excited about inviting a certain young witch into our house to think about the fact that it was a mess." He said wryly. He flicked his wand and the enormous stack of dishes began doing themselves. He wasn't sure how things got so messy when they could do magic but with the twins around, they just did.

In record time, the flat was spick and span, and two rather exhausted wizards were sprawled on the couch.

"Good effort brother."

Just at that moment, the flames turned green and Hermione and Ginny stepped out, brushing themselves off. Hermione looked around the place with the delight and they realized she'd never actually been up there before. They weren't exactly entertainers.

"Welcome to our humble abode." Fred said with a flourish and a deep bow, taking her bag and quickly falling over with a thunk. He mumbled under his breath about how her books would be the death of him whilst George and the others just laughed. Fred dragged the bag away to the room that would be hers while George showed her around.

"And this is the kitchen… Obviously… Unless muggles do things differently…"

Hermione watched George ramble on and couldn't help but smile. He was rather cute, she decided. She'd always thought that about Fred (which was ridiculous, since they were twins) but lately George had also proved to be a lovely young man and she was excited for more reasons than she cared to admit to be living with them.

Just because she lived vicariously through her books, didn't mean she was blind after all.