"Fred! George!" I turned my head towards my alarm clock resting on the guest bedroom of the Burrow's nightstand, "It's eight in the bloody morning!"

"Merlin, Mione Never heard you use that kinda language before, aye Georgie?" Fred said with a smirk.

I was very proud of the fact that I was still the only person that could tell the twins apart. Not even their own mum could! You see, nobody really bothers to look really closely at their eyes. In fourth year I had a HUGE crush on Fred. But that was two years ago, so I can't possibly like him now. Because of my little infatuation, I would stare at Fred's eyes when no one was watching. One day, I looked at Fred's deep blue eyes, but was startled to find them a sort of aqua. From that day forward I could always tell the twins apart.

"Yah, Freddie, you think our little Gryffindor princess has got a sailor's mouth on her? Anyways before you get your wand in a knot, mum sent us up to get your lazy arse outta bed. Diagon Ally, remember?" George said, amused at Hermione's growing blush.

"Merlin's Beard! I almost forgot!" I shrieked, "And I didn't know you knew muggle sayings?" I quickly jumped out of bed, and searched frantically for my bathrobe that was covered in little bunnies.

The twins were both staring at me like I had grown another head, with their eyes bugged out and jaws practically hitting the ground.

"What?" I demanded.

"Y-Y-You-", Fred stuttered while pointing a shaky finger towards me.

'Well that's odd.' I thought.

"Look, I know my hair is bushy, but there's no need too be mean about it!" I said insecurely.

George finally spoke up, barely above a whisper, "Mione, look in a mirror."

He then transfigured a lamp into a full length mirror.

"Merlin!" I thought.

I ran onto my bed and quickly pulled the covers up in embarrassment. George left the room mumbling something about "appropriate clothing" and "deranged girls", but Fred was still standing there slack jawed in amazement.

Blushing furiously I said, "Tell Molly I'll be down soon, I just hav-", but I was interrupted because Fred strode amazingly quickly (He is awfully tall) acroos the room and pressed his lips to mine gently, but with an obvious purpose. It felt a LOT better than Viktor Krum, I can tell you that much. I broke away, much to both of our disappointment, and looked to him confusedly. Panting (How long were we snogging for?) , he looked to me with a mirrored expression, and just walked dazed out of the room.

"What just happened?"