The Jokers Love

A/N This is the last update for today I am sorry about leaving it for so long I will go back to trying ot update on Tuesdays.

Three hours later saw a very drunk Hermione. The twins were in hysterics watching her try to walk back to the apparition point. When they finally got there they decided that she was going to be taken home by Fred while George went home so as to prevent splinching.

Fred was glad that Hermione was like that. Well not really the drunk part, but he was happy that she was enjoying herself even if she wouldn't remember it in the morning. He knew that he was the cause of it with George coming in during some minor parts. He was happy he had made her that happy.

Fred was a little worried about George though. He had noticed him looking at Hermione at the club and he thought there was the possibility of George falling for Hermione as well as himself. The thought of that happening made Fred wonder what would happen if they both went after her.

He then resolved to talk to George in the morning. Right now he had a drunken witch to take care of.

Fred apparated Hermione to the front of her house and then proceeded to walk her to the door.

"I hope", Hermione began in a slur, "you're not planning on taking advantage of me. I know some very nasty hurses."

"I do not plan on taking advantage of you", Fred said trying to keep a straight face, "I only plan on using a spell to switch your clothes to pajamas and then to leave you to sleep before placing a head ache and sober up potion on your night stand."

"Oh, well aren't you a gentleman", Hermione said before trying to kiss his cheek and almost falling over.

"Whoa there love. Let's get you inside before I can't catch you in time."

"Okay."

Fred put an arm around Hermione to help her stumble into her house and up the stairs. Once in the bedroom Fred transfigured her clothes into pj's and put her in bed.

Hermione rolled over and fell asleep right away. Fred looked at her and smiled before leaving.

When Fred got home he saw George asleep on the couch. Smiling fondly at his brother, he levitated him to his room so he wouldn't wake up with horrible cramps.

When he was about to leave he heard George mutter something that sounded vaguely like "You're lucky, Freddy."

Not up for picking apart what George meant, he walked to his room and fell asleep.