Do you people know how many things you should not put your feet on?

Not a lot.

Heeeellllp meeeee or I can't update this.

"Why was this an idea?"

"Okay, I'm all for the spirit of fun and a good time, but I agree with Granger. This is shit, Fred."

Fred huffed and turned back to George and Hermione, who were huddled together and shivering, Harry standing on top of the hill and shining a light down on them as they neared towards the woods. It was now nearly Christmas, and Fred had decided that a trek into the woods by Harry's recent residence was needed. Harry had stopped at the hill and was debating on either going along with them or heading back inside to be with his girlfriend, and Hermione was stuffing her hands in her pockets and irritably huffing at the cold air, George sniffing loudly every few minutes.

"Because it's an adventure," he stated simply.

"More like a broken ankle waiting to happen," Hermione murmured before Fred sighed loudly and frowned at her, making her think she was about to be told off before he unwound his scarf from around his neck and started to wrap it around hers instead.

"Look, we just need to get the logs out there for the fire, maybe a bit of snow for Harry for leaving us, and then we'll be right back inside warming up," Fred promised, smiling once only her eyes were seen, but frowning when she unwound the scarf somewhat, keeping it loosely around her.

"The sooner we get the logs, the sooner we get in, and the sooner I can argue with my siblings over the Quidditch match on the radio and Granger can roll her eyes all she wants at us," George said before sniffing loudly once more, stomping through the snow past them as Hermione turned back to Harry.

"Are you coming or what?" she questioned.

"Nah," Harry decided, "I really don't like the idea of leaving Ginny alone in there. Especially since we're placing bets on the match."

"You don't even trust your own girlfriend?" Fred asked with a grin as Harry turned to head back.

"Do you trust your own sister?" Harry countered.

Fred blinked before frowning up at him, "Go watch her."

Harry laughed and nodded, heading back up as Hermione lit her wand. "Be careful of the creek, although I think it's frozen over well enough."

"Alright," Hermione nodded, moving with Fred through the cluster of woods to find the amount of logs that the previous owner had left for the fire.

"George?" Fred called out into the darkness, snowflakes falling fast and sparkling where Hermione's light touched them.

"I found the logs!" he called back, "Careful for the creek though, I saw cracks when I looked back!"

"Will do!" Fred answered before turning to Hermione with a grin, nudging her with his elbow, "Having fun yet?"

"No," she muttered, "Fred, we've got magic. I can put a flame in a jar and put a lid on it and still have it work. I can put warming charms on things."

"Then why don't you put warming charms on things now?" he asked.

"Because it's too cold, they keep going out," she hummed, frowning when he laughed.

"You've given up your Muggle-ness, Granger," he stated, tugging on a curl, "It's nice to do things the Muggle way, sometimes."

"You didn't grow up the Muggle way," she quipped, "You would have a very different outlook on Muggle life if you'd grown up in or around it."

"Probably," Fred hummed before a loud crunching sound was heard, making him look down and stare down at the crack running through the ice, Hermione gripping his arm as she skated slightly, looking just as panicked as he did. "Shit, shit, shit, oh shi - !"

"Fred? Freddie!" George called back as Fred breathed in shaky gasps of air, up to the top of his chest in cold water that made his brain stop and his lungs crave air. Hermione, who was shorter than Fred, struggled to keep her head up until Fred finally began to think, grabbing her waist and holding her up as much as his weak arms would allow before she was yanked out of the cold water, him following soon after. "Get inside, get inside, go, go, go," George chanted, prodding them in the backs to get them moving, Harry and Ginny looking up and blinking as they chattered and stood dripping in his kitchen.

"Strip, strip, hot shower, now, go," George ordered, plucking Hermione's coat off of her and tossing it on the floor as Ginny peeled off her sweater, Harry skating to the ground floor bathroom to turn the shower on, Fred wrestling with his coat and jumper before he and Hermione were shoved, with all of their remaining clothes on, underneath the steam, making them jump and hiss as they got feeling back into their appendages.

"Merlin," George breathed as Ginny leaned against the doorway, Harry's footsteps heard upstairs in his room. "The hell? Can you just – just not die? Can that be a thing you can do?"

"Mmyeah," Fred murmured, clutching Hermione and standing directly underneath the stream of hot water. "That was not an adventure."

"Oh God, I didn't know what it was like to not be thinking," Hermione chattered, gripping onto Fred's wet t-shirt as Harry came back in, holding piles of clothes and a towel. He set one pile on the edge of the sink before grabbing Hermione and wrapping her up, moving her to the upstairs bathroom and letting both her and Fred shower and change into the clothes he'd left for them. When Fred stepped out with his wand and his towel working furiously at his hair, Hermione was curled up in front of the fire with a comb, desperately trying to work tangles out of her hair.

"Here, I've got you," Fred said as he sat down behind her, taking the comb from her and combing through her hair.

"Well, now that those two have scared us enough, let's listen to some Quidditch," George sighed, turning on the radio as Harry came back once again, throwing a wad of something at them.

"What are – socks?" Hermione blinked, as it was a wad of several different pairs of socks folded together.

"Are we free elves, Harry?" Fred grinned, chuckling when Hermione dully reached up to smack his shoulder.

"I figured you might want extra warmth, your clothes are dry but they're cold," Harry shrugged as he flopped onto the couch next to Ginny.

Hermione unfolded them, moving to set two pairs on her feet before handing them to Fred, who set one pair on his feet and one pair on his hands before going back to combing her hair.

"Freddie, you seem confused," Ginny commented once a commercial came on, "Socks go on your feet."

"What?" he blinked back as Hermione twisted and blinked at his hands. "Why did nobody tell me?"

"They wanted to see you be an idiot," George smiled as he settled into an armchair. "The equivalent of seeing me be an idiot."

"Blasphemy," Fred pursed his lips as he tugged off the socks, flinging one at George, "Weasley twins are perfect."

"Exactly," George nodded as Hermione snorted.

"Oy, you got a problem, Granger?" Fred grinned as she turned to face him, grabbing the comb from his hands and combing the front of her hair before drying it, making her sigh.

"Oh, nothing," she smirked back as she vanished the comb, "Nothing at all."

"That doesn't sound like nothing," Fred grinned mischievously back, grabbing her hands and intertwining his fingers with hers.

Hermione arched an eyebrow at his actions as Ginny squinted between the two, Harry and George glancing between each other. "Well, it's very doubtful that anybody's perfect, for one thing. And it's very doubtful that there are a set of two people who are perfect."

"Oho, so you're doubting us?" Fred asked, pressing his feet into her stomach and making her blink.

She frowned and shifted away a little, but Fred gripped tighter onto her hands.

"Fred, get your feet off of Hermione, that's rude," Ginny admonished.

"Sorry, can't hear you," he sang back before he tugged her sharply, making her abdomen push against his feet before he rocked onto his back, dragging her up and into the air up above him as he laughed back at her surprised face. "I'm too busy freaking Hermione out."

"Well, this was unexpected," Hermione gave a shaky laugh as George snorted, "I would quite like to be put down now, though."

"Hmm…nah," Fred hummed, "Think of it as a circus act."

"Think of it as pressing into my ribcage," she smiled, making him blink before settling her down gently, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her to his chest.

"I'm sorry, Shower Buddy," he stated before she gave a very loud snort, making him laugh loudly back at her.

"Do not call me that in public!" she shouted, wiggling in his arms, "I mean it, Fred Weasley, if my mother hears about any part of this, I am dead! And then I'll come back and haunt you to death!"

George grinned over at Harry, who shrugged back as Ginny gaped between the two.

That was a meh chapter and I'm sorry but I just…don't have much. *pouts*