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Hermione was lying face down on the couch, engrossed in her studies, when Fred and George came in. They glanced around the empty common room and exchanged a conspiratorial look. Hermione had her comfortable clothes on, her shoes and socks still on as she lay on the couch, lost in thought while reading her potions book. Her bushy hair was pulled back in a messy bun, and she had a slight frown on her face as she tried to decipher a particularly complex potion recipe. Suddenly, she felt the couch dip on either side of her, and she looked up to see Fred and George settling themselves on either side of her prone form. Fred took up a position at her feet, and George positioned himself near her head, both wearing cheeky grins. "Hey there, Hermione," Fred said, waggling his eyebrows. "Whatcha reading?" Hermione frowned at him, still trying to focus on her book. "A potions book, Fred. What does it look like?" George chuckled. "Well, we're not really interested in potions at the moment.