"You know, Hermione, I'm a little surprised you agreed to go on a date with me," Fred said, slipping his arm around her shoulder as a cold December breeze blew by.
"And why is that?" Hermione asked, leaning into his touch a little and smiling at him. It wasn't exactly a secret that both the Weasley twins could make any girl swoon, and Hermione was definitely no exception.
"Well rumor has it a certain Bulgarian has his eye set on you," Fred said. Hermione could tell he was serious, but he made it seem somewhat comical in the way he talked.
Hermione made a noise of disgust. "He's getting rather annoying, you know. He asked me to the ball and thinks he can follow me around and watch me in the library while I'm studying. He doesn't talkto me, just watches me."
Fred frowned. "Maybe you should go to the ball with someone else, then."
"And who would that someone be?" Hermione asked sarcastically as Fred grabbed her hand and led her into Honeydukes.
"Oh, I don't know, maybe George would fancy bringing you," Fred said as he turned around and grabbed Hermione's other hand, now walking backwards through the shop. He stopped abruptly, and when Hermione had stopped, they were mere inches apart.
"Oh that sounds wonderful. Why don't you tell George that I would love to talk him to the ball?" Hermione said, giggling.
"Hmmm," Fred said, pretending to be deep in thought. "I'll think I'll keep you for myself." He gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"You sure about that?" Hermione giggled again as she wrapped her arms around Fred's neck and pressed her lips to his.