Chaptered. Don't know how long it'll be.
You like it, or no?
If you do, I'll work on this one instead of focusing more on "Cards on the Table"...

Also, this is me trying to prove to Nutmeg that HGFW ships can work. She doesn't like it as much as I do lol

- Silent Incision

Hermione cast a heating charm on her body before rising from the chair by the fire. It was cold, the coming of the new year signified by blizzard upon blizzard. She had barely left the house in weeks, other than to go to work. It was simply too cold for anything.

Summoning herself a mug full of hot chocolate, she walked through the hallways of her flat and reached her bedroom.

She shed her clothes and replaced them with her warmest pyjamas, finished her hot chocolate, brushed her hair and teeth, and climbed into bed with a sigh, mentally preparing herself for her dreams.

Because in her dreams, he was always there, they were always together.

It was an ironic pleasure on the cold, winter nights, knowing that once sleep claimed her, she could be with her best friend's brother. She didn't even care that it wasn't real, that it would never be real.

Because at night, Fred Weasley visits Hermione Granger.

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She had long since accepted the fact that she likes the tall redheaded boy, even if she hadn't told anyone except Ginny about it. See, she couldn't bring herself to admit that she actually cared about him as anything more than a friend.

Ginny's advice was to ambush him and have a quick shag.

It was his smile, his laugh that had brought her to get a job at the Weasley's Wizard Weezes. It was the way his nose scrunched up when he was working hard that made her spend countless nights closing the shop with him when she could have gone home. It was the laughter in his eyes was that had first attracted her.

But it was everything about him, everything that made him uniquely Fred, not Gred, not a Weasley, but Fred, that made her fall in love with him.

Hermione was a smart girl; she knew it was something that couldn't, shouldn't, happen, but at the same time, she longed for it more than anything. She found herself spending more hours at the shop, just to surround herself in all things Fred. And she knew that if she didn't stop this…obsession, soon, then things would get out of hand.

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The war had ended five years ago with the death of Lord Voldemort. Since then, Hermione had thrown herself into whatever tasks needed to be done; rounding up the remaining Death Eaters, helping those whose lives had been damaged, and attending numerous funerals for those who died to save others, died protecting ones that they loved.

But now, five years later, it was over. And finally the nightmares from the war were gone, replaced with a different kind of torture; the kind that comes of being with someone day after day, but only being able to truly be with them when you dream.

Hermione sometimes wasn't sure which dreams she liked less, the ones where she was tortured by Death Eaters, or the ones where she was tortured by Fred. Of course, Fred tortured her in a much different, more enjoyable, way.

She awoke with a start, shaking her head to clear it of grogginess. There was something tapping on her window-pane.

With a groan, she cast a quick Lumos and rolled out of bed, landing heavily on the floor. Damned owl. This better be important! She thought as she angrily rubbed her smarting back.

Struggling with the frozen window for a few seconds, she eventually got it open and emitted the owl that was waiting none-too-patiently for her.

She opened the letter to see familiar, yet unexpected handwriting.

Hermione, it read. I hope I didn't wake you; it's just that I can't seem to sleep tonight.

See, the truth is, there's this witch. She's perfect. Gorgeous, funny, smart, nice…whenever I see her, words fail me. She's everything that I have been looking for in a girl, but the problem is, she would never like me back.

I guess I just don't know what to do about the whole situation. Could you maybe give me some tips or something on how to win her heart? You have no idea how much it would mean to me, if she falls for me that is.

Thanks ever so much, I am in your debt,
Fred.

She felt her heart squeeze painfully at his words. Of course he liked someone else, why wouldn't he? It's not as though she owned him or anything, she shouldn't expect him to remain unattached forever.

And of course, she'd help set him up with this mysterious girl, even if it killed her, because she'd rather have him as a friend then nothing at all.

She grabbed some parchment, a quill, and ink, and set down to write him a reply.

Fred, she wrote. Don't worry, I wasn't sleeping, and I wasn't in the middle of anything important, just doing a bit of reading.

Who's this lucky girl that you've fallen for? And why on EARTH would you think that she wouldn't like you? Honestly. What's not to like? She must not be that smart if she hasn't noticed what a catch you are.

I'm not quite sure how I can help, unless you tell me who she is, but I'd suggest making sure she knows that you like her would be a terrific start. Bring her flowers, preferably her favourite kind, but if you don't know what that is, then any type would do. Most girls prefer roses, but if she's anything like me, she'd like lilies more, they're much less over-used and clichéd.

Just romance her in general, open doors for her, pull out her chair, compliment her – honestly too, not in that joking way of yours! You know, that sort of thing.

Hopefully that helps you some, see you at the shop tomorrow afternoon,
Hermione Granger.

HGFWHGFW

Fred read her letter with a small grin on his face. Lilies. She liked lilies best. Tomorrow he was planning on starting Operation: Seduce Hermione Granger.

And thanks to her letter, he knew just how to do it.