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It was a gift. A blessing and a curse, but for Fred and George Weasley, being twins was not only a fate they had to live with, it was the way of life. They took great pride in the fact that they could confuse even their own mother. It was the perfect game. The greatest prank ever pulled. It was hilarious, or at least, it had been until she got involved.

Hermione Granger, so smart, so beautiful, so…smug, it wasn't right. It wasn't natural. She wasn't supposed to know something they didn't. But that smirk curling her pretty, pink lips, the sly, twinkle in her breathtaking, brown eyes, and even the way she tilted her chin, as if amusing small children…she had no right!

"You can't fool me," she stated, bluntly. "I can tell you both apart in the dark with my eyes blindfolded."

And there started the challenge. How could they let her get away with such a claim? They had a reputation to uphold after all. It wouldn't do if the secret got out.

Hermione Granger had to be stopped, at all cost!

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Day One

"Hello, Hermione,"

She glanced up from the thick textbook lying open on her lap, and smiled. "Hello, Fred."

He tried not to wince when she got his name right. "What are you reading?"

She closed the book to show him the Potions and Cures written across the cover. "It's for my apprenticeship."

"Studying during your summer vacation? That's just not natural," he muttered, turning away from the glitter in her bottomless, honey-toned eyes. "Shouldn't you be outside roasting under the sun like other girls?"

She laughed, filling the empty room with the tinkling sound. "When have I ever done anything like other girls?"

There was no denying this. "Why don't you?"

"What's that?"

"Why don't you try to be like other girls?"

Her head fell to the side, her expression blooming into that smug, sweet, adorable grin. "Would you like me better if I were?"

There was nothing that could make him like her more than he already did. She was absolutely perfect the way she was. It was other girls that should try and act like her. But Hermione could never be duplicated. She was one of a kind.

"I like you just the way you are," he admitted, not turning to face her, and in turn missing the knowing pull at the corners of her mouth. "You know, me and George were talking about heading into Diagon Alley tomorrow to pick up some things for the shop. If you like…maybe you could come along."

She was smiling at him again, in that way, as if she knew something and he didn't. "I would love to," she murmured, getting to her feet.

He perked. "Really?"

Nodding, she started towards the door, pausing briefly to glance over her golden shoulder and smile. "I'm glad to see you and George aren't still hung up over what I said."

Feigning confusion, Fred shrugged. "You mean about being able to tell us apart? Nah, don't worry about it. "

"Good."

With a smirk that would have made him and George proud at one time, she left the room, leaving him to seethe in silence.

Damn her! What did she know?