Hello my darlings. It is in the extreme AM here. I was bored, realized I hadn't written anything for awhile, and then this spewed out of me. Really spewed is the word for it, as this is the most saccharine piece of fluff I have written. I hope you don't gag on the sweetness. I'm sorry.

A/N (with mini-rant free of charge): I'm rather surprised that I surfaced from McShep land, where I have happily been entrenched up to my elbows reading fics, to write this oneshot. Those jerks at the SciFi channel haven't started doing reruns of Atlantis Season 3 and dammit I'm going through withdrawl. At least there's Doctor Who (David Tennant is awesome in this role). But nobody can make me watch Battlestar Galactica or as I affectionately refer to it Battlestar Pooptactica. I'm sorry if you like this show and my title offends you ,but I think the show is more soap opera than sci-fi. Plus it doesn't live up to the original series-cheesy effects aside. Okay I'm done.

Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own it.

He was doomed.

Fred Weasley, prankster extraordinaire, had gone and fallen in love with uptight, know-it-all Hermione Granger. It bears repeating; he was doomed. Case in point, it was an extremely hot late July day, where any sane person would be would be wearing as little as possible, but there sat Hermione Granger, nose in a book wearing jeans and a long sleeve button up blouse with every last button done up! He thought she looked adorable. But just because he was in love with the girl wouldn't stop him from teasing her.

"Oi, Hermione why don't you come over to the pond with me and cool off. You must be terribly stifled." This last sally was delivered with a mocking once over of her clothing which Hermione didn't fail to notice. She stalked towards Fred and jabbed him in the chest for emphasis.

"Just because you go running around half-naked doesn't mean I have to." Hermione snapped the waistband of Fred's sagging trunks sharply against his skin. "And Fred do try and keep your shorts where they should be, I hardly think your family would want to see you in all your glory if they ventured out here."

"Aww, I'm hurt Hermione, I thought you liked me in all my glory. In fact I could've sworn you were commenting quite favorably upon it last night." Hermione shot him a withering glare; Fred's grin was cheeky in reply as he dropped a quick kiss on her lips. "C'mon love, just undo a couple of buttons- take a walk on the wild side."

Hermione grudgingly undid the top two buttons on her blouse and without looking at Fred began to walk toward the pond. "It's a good thing I love you, you know?"

Fred jogged to catch up to her, slipping an arm around her waist, "I know love, but admit it you feel better having loosened up a little don't you?" Hermione only nodded as he began to sit down at the edge of the pond, but before he was finished he felt a breeze down below as his trunks were pulled down. Fred emitted a squawk of protest as he felt two dainty hands pushing firmly between his shoulder blades; he desperately windmilled his arms to stay upright but with one nudge to his bare arse, he tumbled into the pond. Fred rose to the surface sputtering to see his Hermione, hands planted firmly on hips and eyes agleam. "You just remember this moment Fred Weasley, when you talk about me needing to take a trip on the wild side." With that pithy remark, Hermione returned to her previous spot, nose once again in a book, and blouse rebuttoned.

Yup, he was doomed; but Fred Weasley couldn't be happier about it.

El fin

Legessa

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