AN: Again, sorry for the delay. I promise this isn't as weird as it seems :) Enjoy
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
"Aww, come on, Hermione, at least think about it…" Fred's protest dies on his lips. "Wait, did you just say you'd…you'll do it?"
George gaped at her. "But, why? It's sneaky and unfair and might very well get you in trouble!" he pointed out. Fred leaned over and smacked his twin upside the head.
"Quiet, do you want her to change her mind?" he growled.
"Yes, George, do you want me to change my mind?" she echoed.
"Sorry," George mumbled. "I'm just surprised is all."
"Well, so am I, actually," Hermione confessed. "But I've said I'll do it, and so I will." She sat back down, facing them this time, and trying to sit in as lady like a position as possible when on the ground in a skirt. "So, if I'm taking care of Krum, what are your plans for the other champions?"
If the twins were at all surprised by her jumping into their scheme head first, they didn't show it. "Well, Harry's covered, but I suppose you can help with more details there, as he'll probably ask you for help with preparation," George said.
"We have contacts in Hufflepuff who can keep an eye on Cedric for us," Fred added. "They don't mind helping out since there's no Quidditch to get in the way of our motives."
"What about the veela girl, Delacour?" Hermione questioned.
"She seems to be keeping to her schoolmates at the moment, unfortunately, so we are still waiting for an opportunity to present itself," Fred answered. "We just got lucky that Krum showed interest in you. Dunno what we would have done if he'd fancied someone else."
"I'll see what I can come up with for Frenchie," Hermione assured them with a nod.
The continued their discussion of odds setting and betting practices past the class bell and it was almost supper time when Hermione finally stood and rushed back toward the castle. She bid the twins a hasty goodbye and bushed the dirt off her skirt as she walked, when she heard her name called behind her.
"Hermione, wait up," one of the twins called, jogging to catch up with her. She slowed and let him, looking at him curiously. She couldn't tell which one it was, the light was all wrong for her usual tricks. "You forgot this," he said, handing her the jumper she had taken off in the warm afternoon sun.
"Thank you," she said, taking it from him. Their hands brushed, and she gasped at the contact, pulling away and smiling shyly at him.
Unexpectedly, he leaned in and kissed her, pressing his mouth to hers for a few brief moments before pulling away and smiling back at her softly. "You didn't really think you'd get away spending an afternoon at the lake without something of impure intentions happening, did you?" he joked, jogging away to reach the castle, leaving her standing there, shocked.
The only thing running through Hermione's head was the question of which Weasley twin had just kissed her.