This is my first time writing a story like this, so if you would please tell me what you think, I'd be very grateful :)
I have a few more chapters and this first one is pretty short, but I wish to see your opinion before I decide to post more, so you're reviews are more than welcome!
Hope you like it! :)
It was late Friday night, and Hermione was stumbling up the stairs to the commonroom. She was in fact happy to know that she could use the following day to rest and get ready for another week of hard studying.
As a fifth year student, she didn't have much time to rest and clear her head between the major amount of subjects she was taking this year.
She just couldn't help it. She'd always loved learning, that's just how she was and always would be.
As she approached the portrait of the Fat Lady, she heard a voice say:
"What are you doing up this late, Granger?"
She knew that voice, and turned around to face the owner of it, with her hands placed on her hips.
"I was about to ask you the same question, Weasley", she said and gave him a stern look.
Fred Weasley. Ron's brother, and the best beater the Gryffindor quidditch-team had ever seen (apart from his twin, George).
He was also sharing the throne as the school's biggest joker, together with George, and in this very moment his face had the same red color as his hair.
"I.. I don't have to tell you that!", he said and stared at her.
"Ok, but I guess you've already forgotten the password, so unless you want to sleep outside this portrait, you'd better tell me", Hermione answered in a sugar sweet tone.
Ah, she knew him all to well.
It had only been two weeks since school started, but during those two weeks he'd managed to forget the password to the commonroom, and this time it had been his turn to sneak down to the kitchen and fetch something for George, Lee and himself to eat.
"Darn it..", he thought and looked up at Hermione.
"Sooo..?", she said.
"Ah, well.. okay then! But you open the portrait first!"
Hermione turned to the Fat Lady and said:
"Balderdash".
"Thank you!", the Fat Lady replied and swung open.
The room inside was warm and, even if you believe it or not, totally empty.
"Where did everybody go?", Fred mumbled to himself.
"Don't you try to talk your way out of this, mister!", Hermione said to him and crossed her arms over her chest, "Where were you heading from when I accidentally 'crashed' into you?".
"Uhm.. I.. I was in the kitchen..?", he answered, but soon regretted it and wished he hadn't.
Hermione knew all the rules of the school, and she was well aware that sneaking out of bed at nighttime was illegal, not to mention stealing food from the kitchen.
"Not that it would make that huge difference", she thought, because it seemed like the food at this school came in an endless stream from nowhere. It just appeared on the plates and tables, right in front of them.
"Aren't you going to say something..?", Fred finally asked her,
"Huh? Ah, yes! Fred, you know that's not allowed! If Filch had caught you.."
"Well you're the one to talk!", Fred replied, "You were out of bed too!".
"Yeah, well.. that was just because I.. I just.."
She had a hard time admitting, even to herself, that she'd been out of bed, breaking the rules, just to see him - so there was no way in hell she was going to tell him the real reason.
"I.. had to get some books I'd left in a corridor at the second floor!"
"I don't believe you!", he said and grinned at her.
"W-well that's.. your problem!", she said and turned around, but as she took the first step towards the staircase which led up to her dorm, she felt a hand grab her arm and spin her around.
And before she knew it, Fred crashed his lips against hers.
Yep, that was him.
Fred Weasley. Ron's brother and her secret (even to Fred himself) love interest.