Really, as much as she loved her students, Hermione could not wait to be free of them for Christmas. Fortunately, tonight was the last day before they took the Hogwarts Express, tomorrow morning, to get back to their families. Such as she longed to do. In truth, while Fred and George had a branch of their amazingly popular shop–she would know, she often had to confiscate their products from students of all houses–in Hogsmead, she did not see them as often as she would like, as work seemed to pile up whenever she had her attention elsewhere. Of course, that had brought her husbands to invade her classroom once, whining and pouting, she remembered with a chuckle.

"Now, if you add this particular rune to the equation, can anyone tell me what changes it would make and why? Yes, Mr. Goodfellow?"

At that point in time, her classroom door banged open, making her reflexively whip out her wand–a war is not forgotten that easily.

"Ah, Arithmancy! Dear me, Forge, I think this is my favorite subject at the moment!"

The other red-haired twin continued exuberantly, "My, my, Gred, so it is! And mine too! Oh glorious day!"

They both wiped false tears out of their eyes, arms thrown around each other, while the class looked at them, enraptured by their idols. Meanwhile, Hermione's hand was twitching, and she had to forcefully restrain herself from using the wand she was currently twiddling in her fingers.

"Oh glorious goddess of Arithmancy, Hermione, we hereby pledge our allegiance to thee! May you rule eternally over runes and numbers!" they melodramatically declared, getting on one knee simultaneously. "You who saved us during the war, letting us share a cot in a tent while on the run, never revealing to the other that we could not sleep alone! You who held our heads to your tender bosom and twisted our ears whenever we tested our products on poor, unsuspecting students! Nobody could look sexier than you in that see-through nightie you bought last month!"

Going red in the face, she snapped. With a swish of her wand, the two pranksters found themselves kicked out of her classroom, the door flicking shut after them, and could only stare at the wood panel, still sitting on their ass.

"Count yourselves lucky I'm not emasculating you two!" she yelled. "You both can sleep on the couch for a month, and no, I don't care if you find it lumpy!" she ranted, not letting them answer.

"Err…Professor, what's your relationship with them?" asked a little muggleborn witch. "Why would they interrupt you class? I mean, they're awesome and all, but…"

Everyone else looked at her as though she was nuts.

"They. Are. Fools." she answered frigidly.

From behind the door, she could hear their muffled voices come through and it was not difficult to imagine them huddled to the door, trying to hear with their Extendable Ears what was happening inside the classroom.

"But…Is that true, the part about letting them sleep with you when they were afraid to be alone and stuff?"

"Hey, Daniels, don't you ever read the Daily Prophet? They're–"

"Hermione, love, you're the best wife any wizard could ask for!" came the voices of the identical men behind the door. "Please have dinner with us tonight at that new Grecian restaurant that opened in Hogsmead!"

"I said, no sex for you for one month, you idiotic–"

"But what about dinner?"

"Grecian is your favorite, too!"

Damn conniving bastards. Damn them for knowing her like this.

Growling, she stalked to the door, plucked the Extendable Ears from the floor and flung the heavy wooden door open, looking through slits at the two wizards that came tumbling into the room.

"You and I are going to have a long discussion about timely manner, boys. To my rooms, NOW!"

She shook her head ruefully. As much as they drove her crazy at times, she loved her boys. They loved playing pranks and their antics were often immature, but that was part of them and thus, she could endure it all. All for them. And the worst was that they knew it. Oh well, they were as crazy about her as she was about them. And they knew it.

And tonight, all she wished for was to get back to them and partake in a bout of hot, sweaty sex. Preferably on a fur rug in front of the fire in their flat.

Whoah! I must miss them more than I thought.

For the second time in as many minutes, she shook her head. Really, she had to see them soon, it had been too long since she had seen them and, although some cruel tongues liked to say it was just the fantasy of "doing it with smexy identical twins", all three of them truly loved one another.

Oh well. She only had one night left. It couldn't be so bad, now, could it?

Way to jinx myself, she thought a moment later when fireworks exploded brightly in the Great Hall. As she got up to try to ensure none would leave the hall to wander brightly the hallways–oh yes, that could and would happen if no one did anything to stop it, she knew that particular sort of fireworks– twin arms looped around her waist and she felt twin sets of lips on her cheeks at the same time. A smile bloomed on her face.

"What are you two doing here?" she asked amusedly.

"Couldn't leave our great witch by herself, now, could we?"

"Certainly not, Gred. And time goes by so slowly without you that we had to come!"

"Oh, really?" she asked breathily, an eyebrow raising.

"Yes! We have come to save the fair maiden from the castle in which she was kept prisoner for way too long!" announced one twin, jumping on the Head Table, to yells of approval and catcalls from the students.

"And now, we will ride into the sunset with her, as we kidnap her and take her onto our valiant stallions!" proclaimed the other, continuing joyously with their theatrics.

With that, they took her bridal style in their arms and occasionally switching, ran out of the castle.

In the Great Hall, everyone could hear an "I'll have you know it's night, boys! Revise your fairytale endings!" followed by a "Ah, but it's not night everywhere! It's sunset where we're going, love!"

Chuckles, then: "Alright, get me there, my knights in shining armour!"

The students and professors could only laugh. Really, those twins would never change.

"Ah, what I wouldn't do to have studs like those kidnap me…" wished a few girls out loud. The guys groaned. Great, now those two had made it just that bit harder to impress the girls. Life wasn't fair. At least it was Christmas. Everything could wait until presents were opened in two days' time.

So, I wasn't really planning on updating this fic until a few weeks ago when I thought about Fred and George kidnapping Hermione from the Great Hall, and then I received a nice review from HarryPotter 74 twilight that compelled me to write this little baby. Hope you enjoyed. Merry Christmas, everyone!