"So Hermione, Ginny tells me you're the smartest witch in

Hogwarts?" Molly asked from the kitchen, not hearing

Ginny's comment.

"Well, I wouldn't say that." Hermione replied, blushing and

walked into the kitchen as Ginny boiled the kettle.

"Don't be so modest dear. I've heard many remarkable things

about you and not just from Ginny. You must be important
when the Daily Prophet is mentioning you on an almost
weekly basis." Molly continued washing up dishes as
Hermione got out some mugs and started preparing them all
a cup of tea. Ginny got out another tea-towel and started
drying the dishes Molly washed.

"I wouldn't believe everything you hear about me in that,

they seemed to have it in their heads I'm the love of Harry's
life." Hermione persisted, hating the attention she appeared
to still be receiving. She had expected it to die down after
five years of being a close friend of Harry's but apparently
not.

"Which she certainly isn't" George declared, entering the

room making Hermione's head whip around to give him a
warning look. Fred quickly appeared by his side with a
devilish grin.

"Oh yes. Tell me George, how do you know so much about

Miss Granger's life?" Fred asked cheekily, making Ginny
snort. Molly momentarily stopped washing with a perplexed
expression but quickly tried to keep a casual act. Hermione
put the tea on the table and smiled at Fred appreciatively. It
seemed almost clear now that George wasn't willing to
unveil their relationship yet to his parents so she settled for
the next best thing.

That was until a loud roar and stomping down the staircase
was heard.

"FRED! GEORGE! WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU I'M GOING

TO BLOODY KILL THE PAIR OF YOU!" A male voice shouted
at the top of his lungs, before appearing in the kitchen.

"Ronald Weasley! You won't use that language in my house

unless you want me to wash your mouth out with soap
again!" Molly snapped, twisting half her body around to point
a threatening soapy finger at him.

"But mum! Look what they did! I'm covered in boils." He

grumbled angrily, as Fred and George shared an amused
look. Hermione looked revolted seeing the pus exploding out
of the large red boils covering his arms and neck.

"Fred, George, put him back to normal right now or I'll never
consider that insane Joke Shop idea of yours." Molly
warned, flicking her wand at a pan to boil dangerously close
to the twins.

"But mum, that does depend on your definition of normal."

George piped up grinning, causing Hermione's eyes to roll.
"Exactly, if by normal you mean Ronniekin's usual state then
that's easily done." Fred continued, and Ginny shook her
head sighing before taking a long gulp of tea leaning against
a counter.

"Yes, but if you mean normal as in sane, then that simply

can't be done. It's not our fault our brother turned out to be
such a gangly freak."

"Oi!" Ron snapped outraged. It was clear that even though

Ron was considerably taller than the twins, the bigger threat
remained with the elder brothers.

"Stop it you two. Hermione, have you met Ron?" Molly

asked, suddenly realising the likelihood of her meeting Ron
was unlikely.

"No I don't think so. Nice to meet you." She said, smiling
warmly at Ron as he seemed to notice her for the first time.
His striking blue eyes blinked a few times before answering.

"Yeah. You too. Now, you two get these things off me!
They're really starting to itch." Ron whined, quickly turning
his attention to the mucus now oozing out of his skin.

"Fine. Here, just take a sip of this and you'll be back to your
'normal' state." Fred said, throwing a small bottle that Ron
caught and immediately took a gulp of. The mucus and boils
seemed to disappear back into his skin leaving only red
marks in their place. He sighed in relief and Ginny giggled
before sipping more of her tea. Hermione gave him a
sympathetic look, finishing off her tea to help Molly with
washing up.

"Right, getting back to the topic of discussion; how is it

George you know so much about Miss Granger here?" Fred
asked. George sighed, clearly hoping the topic had dropped.
Ginny couldn't help the small noise of amusement come out
of her as Ron looked between George and Hermione.
Something seemed to click in his brain and he sniggered,
enjoying George's suffering.

"I'm sure he'd be able to answer if he wasn't so busy staring

at Hermione's arse." Ginny announced, making Hermione
nearly drop the plate she was drying and Molly flashed
around.