"What are you doing?" Hermione exclaimed as she was forcibly dragged into a dark broom closet on the fourth floor.
"Quiet! We'll get caught." The kidnapper replied in a hushed yet unmistakably deep voice.
"No, you'll get caught! I'm simply a victim of unfortunate circumstance," But she lowered her voice anyway. Although Hermione was fairly sure she knew who her captor was, it was unnervingly black in the small closet. She pulled her wand out of her robes and whispered, "Lumos."
The tip of her wand glowed brightly illuminating the enclosed space, as well as her captor, with a soft blue glow.
"Fred Weasley. I knew it!" Although Hermione tone was stern, she found herself unable resist the smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Of course, this was nothing compared the brilliant grin overtaking the face of her ginger-haired boyfriend standing in front of her.
"Put that thing out. They'll see it. Besides," He added with a dashing crooked smile and a wink that awoke the dormant butterflies in Hermione's stomach, "It's ruining the atmosphere."
She reluctantly returned the wand to her robes, "What are you doing?" She asked again.
"Now that's better isn't it," She could hear another wink in his voice.
"What are you doing?" Hermione inquired for a third time.
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," Fred breathed sending shivers down her spine. He had somehow managed to silently orient himself directly behind her.
She unsuccessfully attempted to keep her voice steady as the already awakened butterflies began preforming somersaults, "Stop avoiding my question, Fred," Hermione found that she was now glad for the darkness in the room that was hiding the fierce blush coloring her cheeks.
"I simply wanted a snog before class," Fred answered, his voice returning to its usual mischievous quality.
"Fred!" She shouted raising her voice again.
"Shh!" Fred hissed.
"Sorry… I'm a prefect Fred. I can't be caught snogging between lessons."
"The word is prefect not perfect. Come on, just a little snog?" He pleaded.
Hermione sighed, knowing full well she wouldn't be able to withstand him for long, "Fine," She took a small step forward giving him a quick peck on the cheek before trying to exit the closet.
Fred grabbed her wrist and scoffed, "You call that a snog? That doesn't even count as a kiss!"
She could feel her frustration growing, "It was too a kiss, now let me go!"
"Not until I get a proper snog!" She could hear Fred sniggering at her irritation.
Now her anger really began to boil over. She wheeled to face him, "You want a snog, Fred?" She said dangerously, "I'll give you a snog."
At that, Hermione stood on her tiptoes, wrapped her hand around his neck, and crashed her lips into his. After his initial shock, Fred braced a hand on the wall beside her head and leaned in deepening the kiss. She wrapped both of her arms around his neck while he moved his free hand to rest on her hip. He somehow managed to pull her even closer as his other hand wound its way into her mane of hair.
Hermione was overtaken by a wave of passion. The butterflies were gone, as well as the school girl blush. She had always been plagued by names like Hermione the bookworm, Hermione the nerd, Hermione the know-it-all, but right now she was just Hermione and he was simply Fred. She had never felt so free in her entire life.
Although she wished she could stay lost in his arms forever, only a moment later the charging sound of hundreds of students rushing to class brought her harshly back to reality. She sighed, moved her hands to Fred's chest and pushed lightly. He didn't budge.
Hermione rolled her eyes and spoke into the kiss, "E ave o ge o cass."
"Hmgph?" He grunted.
Hermione turned her head causing Fred to move his lips to her neck, "We have to get to class,"
She repeated breathlessly.
"Really?" He whispered into her neck extracting a violent shiver.
"Yes," She managed firmly.
"Alright," Fred moved from her neck, opening the door to the hallway, "After you, my dear."
"Thank you," Hermione said squinting from the drastic change in lighting.
"You know," Fred began, "It's a good thing you were born with messy hair."
She gasped, moving her hands to her hair, " It doesn't feel any different."
"My point exactly," Fred winked, her favorite crooked smile making a reappearance. He turned, making his way down the hall and leaving behind a whole cartload of acrobatic butterflies fluttering incessantly through Hermione's insides.