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Chapter One
Hermione sighed as she walked into the Three Broomsticks.
"Firewhiskey," she said to the bar keeper. He pulled a bottle of the clear, foul smelling liquid and poured her a shot, which she promptly gulped down with her head tilted back. Se motioned for another one. Little did she know that one of the Weasley twins was watching her.
In hers slightly tipsy state, she obviously couldn't tell which twin this was, like she normally would have been able to. The twin sidled up to her and sat beside her.
Hermione was still unclear as to whom this twin was, so she stared at him. Seeing her gaze, he cleared it up for her muddled mind.
"It's Fred," he answered to her puzzled gaze. She nodded her head in understanding.
"Why are you here?" Hermione asked before chugging another shot of firewhiskey.
"I think you've had enough," Fred said gently taking the full again shit glass out of her hand. She fought back slightly, but not enough for Fred to not be able to take the glass out of her hand.
"Why are you here?" Hermione repeated.
"I might ask you the same thing," Fred countered. Hermione looked down at her lap, and then at Fred again.
"Did Ron break up with you?" Fred asked quietly. It looked like Hermione would say no, that everything was okay. But she ended up nodding her head yes, Ron did break up with her.
"He left me... for... for a French muggle." Fred scoffed at this. Then he realized that she was being serious.
"Really? He left you for a muggle? Hermione started crying.
"Don't cry love, you are amazing, beautiful, and scary smart," Fred said, "He doesn't deserve you." Hermione looked at Fred with a puzzled look in her face.
"What?" Fred asked.
"Why did you call me 'love'?" Hermione asked. Fred very promptly turned beet red.
"Um, uh, I, I don't.. Because I did!" Fred finally stuttered out.
"No, don't be embarrassed, I like it. Ronald never called me that," Hermione smiled.
"Alright, love," Fred put the emphasis on 'love'. Before Fred could protest, Hermione kissed Fred on his lips. It didn't last long, no more than ten seconds, but it was enough to leave both Fred and Hermione breathless.
"Uhm, I better go," Hermione said.
"No, Hermione. I will take you home. I saw how much you drank. Lets go." Fred interjected.
"No, it's fine, I can handle going home alone." Hermione protested.
"Dammit, Hermione, I'm taking you home."
"Alright," Hermione sighed.
They walked to Fred and George's flat that they had gotten when they bought the shop. Fred lay Hermione down on his bed, as she had passed out on the couch.
Fred changed and lie down in the couch. He thought about what Hermione had said to him earlier in the evening.
No, don't be embarrassed, I like it. Ronald never called me that.
Those two sentences repeated in his mind over and over again.
"Oh, Merlin, her smile is going to drive me mad,"
He smiled, when he thought about Hermione, and with that, he drifted off to sleep.