Disclaimers and Author's Notes: First off, myself and my best friend, Rachel (RGBTheDuckie), are both writing this story together. It is only on my account due to certain goals in mind. And yup, neither of us own Harry Potter and co ~.

Ginny smirked to herself, pressing her ear against the door, trying to suppress girlish giggles from escaping her mouth. Hearing the twins keep chattering almost made her snap, forcing her to place her hand over her mouth. Though George and Fred were identical, they talked slightly differently, especially to each other. George was, as always, loud, and didn't bother to keep his voice low. Fred, on the other hand, did occasionally try to be quiet, usually when they were planning a prank though.

"Come on, Freddie boy!" George was exclaiming. "It's the holidays, stop moping."

Ginny raised her eyebrows. Since when did either of the twins mope? It just didn't fit in with their, usually, bright personality. It was true, they were often annoying, but neither was known for being upset, at all. So for Fred to be moping, something big must have happened. She pressed her ear against the door once more, eager to listen to the rest of the conversation.

"I'm sure she's just –" George started again.

"Shut it, George," Fred replied, burying his head into this pillow. "She hates me!"

Ginny bit her lip nervously. She was beginning to feel bad about listening in on their conversation. It wasn't as if though the two hadn't listened in on her own private conversations before, but the twin's talked about everything, she knew that. She contemplated whether she should just knock on the door and walk in, hoping that they would continue talking, or whether to stay put and listen. She chose the latter, and sat quietly, urging the two to continue.

"She's just a girl," George moaned. "Let's go."

"I'll pass thanks," Fred replied, sounding genuinely upset.

Ginny made up her minding, banging on the door and striding in. Fred was lying face down on his bed, whilst George sat on his own. She rolled her eyes, determined to make sure neither of the two figured out that she had been eavesdropping. Ginny sat next to George, eyeing Fred.

"What's up?" she asked casually.

"My other half," George gestured wildly at Fred. "Is currently wallowing in his own despair."

Ginny giggled at his choice of words. "And why is he doing that?"

"Gin," Fred snapped into attention, directing a wide grin at his younger sister. "I'm fine, George is just being a –"

"Caring brother?" George interjected. "Come on Fred. Just tell Gin, she's not going to care."

Ginny glanced to George first, before shifting her gaze to Fred, who had suddenly seemed extremely interested in the floor. Unlike her two brothers, she didn't make a habit of poking her nose into other people's business, but it seemed like the right time to make an exception.

George. He had a mentioned a girl before. Why would Fred be upset over a girl? Almost every girl in Gryffindor wanted to date either one of the twins, they had quite a reputation. Besides, Fred had never cared about having a girlfriend before, or rather, not having a girlfriend, as it seemed. It didn't make sense.

"Who is she then?" Ginny said, going on a whim.

"How'd you know it was a girl?" George glanced curiously at his sister.

She shrugged. "Girl's initiative." She paused, taking in a breath, wondering whether they would buy it. George seemed satisfied with her response, and cast a questioning glance over to Fred.

"He's having," George paused, searching for the right words. "Girl problems."

"Yeah right," Ginny scoffed. "Every girl at Hogwarts love you two," she continued, voicing her previous thoughts out loud.

"Apparently not," Fred muttered.

"So what did you do to make her hate you?" she asked, swinging her legs. She gasped, realizing she had just blown her cover.

"How'd you know that?" Fred yelled, pointing an accusing finger at his twin. "This is why you whisper!"

"Sorry, but you were being loud too."

"Actually," Ginny murmured quietly, not wanting to push her luck. "Fred really is a lot quieter than you. Takes two to whisper quietly, you know." She caught George glaring at her and hastily switched back to the previous subject. "So who is she?"

A flash of annoyance streaked in Fred's eyes. "Who do think, Gin? She hates me!"

Ginny shrugged weakly. "There's all of Slytherin, then. You don't fancy a Slytherin, do you?"

A smile tweaked at the edges of his mouth, and he held back a chuckle before shaking his head. "No, of course not, Gin," Fred managed to gasp out. "Gryffindor," he added helpfully.

Ginny grinned at the fact that her brother was giving her hints. It would make it easier to guess without him trying to prank her. She began mentally going through the girls again.

"What year?" she demanded to know.

"Fifth," Fred and George answered together. Ginny sighed, pushing her red bangs out of her eyes. Fifth. Ron would probably know, that was his year, after all. Ron. Lavender. Ron's girlfriend Lavender.

"Lavender?" Ginny whimpered. Please say no, she muttered in her mind. Please, please say no. To her relief, both twins promptly burst into hysterical fits of laughter. She sighed happily before asking her next question, "Why doesn't she hate you?"

"It might have something to do with –"

"Fred!" Ginny gasped, interrupting George. "You don't like –"

"I was surprised too," George nodded. Ginny responded by gaping at the two of them. It didn't even occur to her for a minute that her and George had just had an, almost, twin-like, conversation. George continued to nod solemnly, watching as his twin flushed red. Ginny raised her hand to cover her mouth in shock. Hermione Granger. She hated the twins. Well, not really, she just disapproved of their constant pranks. Fred Weasley. He couldn't like Hermione Granger. She was known for being the bossy know-it-all, the brightest witch of her age. He was the school's biggest jokester.

"Hermione?" she whispered, waiting for the confirmation. She grinned wickedly as her older brother muttered something unintelligible under his breath before nodding at her. She squealed happily, leaping off George's bed. "I've got to tell her."

"Gin," Fred looked shocked now, and had raised his voice, sounding pained. "You can't."

Ginny turned around, looking at his face. His expression matched his voice, a feeling of agony spreading over it. She was genuinely shocked, why wouldn't he want her to tell her?Of course, Ginny slapped herself lightly on the forehead. He doesn't know…

Both the boys raised their eyebrows as they watched Ginny hit herself. She turned, flashing a small smile at Fred, before sprinting into the hallway to find a certain bushy-haired girl.

Fred lay back, exasperated. George caught his eye, giving him a sympathetic look. Ginny often blew things out of proportion, so there was a small, okay, large, chance that she would run off and tell Hermione. They were best friends, after all.

"Hermione! Hermione!" Ginny yelled, streaming into the room she was sharing with her.

"Ginny?" Hermione glanced over at her friend above the textbook she was holding. As usual she had decided to do some studying before the term started.

"You'll never guess what I just walked in on," Ginny squealed, not bothering to hide her excitement. "Fred said that –" She broke off, watching as a very upset George burst into the room, glaring daggers at his sister.

"Sorry." His face softened, as her face fell. "He told me I had to make sure you didn't breathe a word."

Ginny shrugged. The two seemed to have forgotten Hermione's presence, and she had happily gone back to her books, occasionally scribbling notes on her parchment. She didn't notice when George dragged Ginny out of the room forcefully.

He was searing mad, and pushed her against the wall, his eyes suddenly narrowing again.

"Fred is going to bloody kill you," he groaned, running his fingers through his hair. George winced, releasing her from his firm grasp. "Sorry, Gin."

"It's okay," whispered Ginny. She had been scared, terrified even. None of her brothers had ever treated her with such force before. Usually a bit of yelling, usually from Ron, did the trick. They had never really hurt her. She watched, her head cocked to the side, as he walked away from her.

"George!" she called out suddenly. "Do me a favour?"

"Of course, dear sister," he grinned wildly, bowing sarcastically.

"Help me get them together."

Ginny sat down at the table next Hermione. She smiled at her before starting to load her plate with food. She wasn't immune to the Weasley appetite, even if she was the only girl. All her friends were amazed at how she could eat so much and stay so little. She just smiled when they mentioned it. There were pluses to being a Weasley.

"Where have you been all afternoon?" Hermione asked. "I haven't seen you since lunch."

Ginny choked on the potato she was eating. She had been scheming with George all afternoon. But she couldn't tell her that. Hermione would never let anyone play matchmaker for her. If she found out she would probably spend an hour lecturing her on why you shouldn't meddle in other people private life, and maybe even throw a few hexes. Ginny's mind whizzed with lame excuses. She swallowed the potato.

"Um, well, I was, er..." Hermione was flashing her a queer look; she needed an idea fast. Her eyes scanned the room, looking for inspiration. Her eyes landing on a discarded broom stick, lying on the floor.

"George was helping me with quidditch. I wanted to try out for the team next year, and he offered to help me." She breathed a sigh of relief seeing that her friend had fallen for her excuse.

"I always wanted to learn how to fly. I thought about asking Harry or Ron, but you know them they'd probably laugh at me."

Ginny nodded. She knew for a fact that her git of a brother would definitely make fun of Hermione if she asked him. Personally she thought Harry would be kinder. But her opinion was probably biased. She had been crushing on him since she had first saw him at Kings Cross.

She went back to her food, making a mental note to one day teach Hermione how to fly.

"I smell food," George said, as he and his twin entered the room. He plopped down in the chair opposite Ginny, and Fred sat beside him. She watched as Fred's eyes wondered to Hermione. He smiled at her before shifting his glance to Ginny. He gave her an almost pleading look, a look that said 'if you tell her I may have to kill you.' She grinned at her brother. At the moment she had no attention of telling Hermione; even though she was positive Hermione felt the same way about him. She was only going to tell her if it was absolutely necessary. But currently it wasn't; she had a plan.

The table soon filled with the reaming Weasley's and Harry. Ginny joined in with the conversation, but always kept an eye on Fred and Hermione. To her infuriation, neither did anything. She would occasionally catch Fred glancing in her direction, but apart from that nothing happened till half way through dessert. Ginny had practically given up on them. She didn't even know what she was expecting. She didn't really think one of them to jump up on the table and declare their love. But now that she knew about Fred's little secret, she couldn't get the thought out of her head.

She was talking to Harry. Hermione had told him about her wanting to play Quidditch. She didn't really mind, after all, anything that got Harry talking to her had to be a good thing, right? George had caught on quickly and gone along with it. And she did want to get into the team next year. They had never let her play, but she had been practising for ages; stealing her brothers brooms in turn.

"What position do you want to play?" Harry asked, looking genuinely interested.

"Chaser, and Alicia and Angelina are leaving this year so there will be free spots."

"I still can't believe you've been stealing our brooms all these years," Fred interrupted. Ginny's eyes twinkled mischievously.

"I can," George said, shovelling ice cream in his mouth. "Have you seen her Bat-Bogey hex?" Everyone laughed as Ginny smiled innocently.

"Pass me the ice cream would you?" Fred asked. Ginny went to pick up the bowl of ice cream that was sitting in front of her, but someone had already beaten her to it. She looked up to see Hermione leaning across the table to hand Fred the bowl. His breath caught in his chest. Breathe, he told himself, act cool. Hermione's eyes locked with his momentarily. She looked like she wanted to say something. She got as far as opening her mouth, before changing her mind. Her mouth snapped shut.

"Thanks," Fred said, his voice barely above a whisper. She moved her hand in gesture for him to take it. He reached out, but not before both Hermione's had hands slipped from the surface of the bowl. Both their mouths hung open, as it flew towards Fred.

The bowl bounced of his upper body and smashed against the table, shattering into pieces. The ice cream stuck to his chest. He was covered in a sticky strawberry flavoured mess. Hermione made a small shriek before bursting into apologies. He laughed looking down at himself.

"It's okay," he said, finally responding to her apologies before picking up a spoon and starting to eat the ice cream from his shirt. Much to his delight, Hermione giggled as he did this.

"Fred, stop that, it's disgusting," Mrs Weasley said bustling over. She magically fixed the bowl before looking up at Hermione.

"Don't worry about it dear, I've lost count of the things that get broken around here." She turned to her son. "You, go get cleaned up." Fred pouted but stood and left the table, not wanting to face the wrath of his mother.

As everyone started to leave the table Ginny pulled George away. Hermione was still down stairs, so she dragged him into her room. He sat down on his sisters bed while Ginny began to pace.

"See! She likes him, he likes her," Ginny exclaimed happily, but George only looked a her; not entirely convinced.

"I know I agreed to help you, and I'd like nothing more than Fred to be happy, but are you sure Hermione likes him?"

Ginny stopped pacing and glared at him. "Of course I'm sure. I wouldn't be doing this if I wasn't sure. Didn't you see the way she acted at dinner? The staring into his eyes, the trying to say something but thinking better of it. And if isn't enough for you what about the throwing of the ice cream?" She was nearly screaming by the end of it. He sighed and lay back on the bed. It was typical of Ginny to get hung up on the little details.

"Maybe she is just a klutz," he suggested.

She scowled. "She is not! She has never thrown food at me, or you. She is totally smitten."

George was still sceptical. He wanted it to be true, for his brother's sake. But he knew if he got Fred's hopes up the down fall would be horrible.

"Has she actually ever said to you 'I like Fred'?" He asked.

Ginny frowned. "Well no," she muttered, not liking where her brother was heading. "But you know Hermione, she keeps all her secrets bottled up."

George ran his fingers through his hair. "We can't be sure unless she says it," she tried to butt in but George put his hand up to stop her. "If you can get her to say 'I like Fred', those exact words. No maybes, buts, or possibly. I will help you. I will break the damn law if I have to, but only if you can get her to say it."

Ginny smiled, almost smirking as she thought of the task ahead. "Easy."

Kimberley: Any author's notes, Rachie?

Rachel: Um. This the the first chapter... Reviews please?

Kimberley: Hope you enjoyed! (;

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