a/n: Back again! Still don't own anything! Still, think J.K. Rowling is a genius!

So ideally, this fic is going to be a series of Muggle Universe drabbles about Hermione and Fred living in a University suite together -for a visual, picture Fred and George being in one room, Ginny and Hermione in another, and there being a common space that both rooms open up to with some desks, a bookshelf, and a kitchen area.

Alright, here we go!

Chapter One: American Suite-Heart

September

Hermione groaned as she rummaged through her backpack to find her American Government textbook.

She was sitting in the common area of the suite that she shared with Ginny and her brothers, with journals and paperwork strewn all over the desk she was currently occupying. It was 11:00 Thursday evening, and she had a quiz on Monday, one which, to be fair, she was already well-prepared for, but she wanted to browse the latest chapter one more time to make sure her study guide wasn't missing anything. She had a nagging feeling that she had left out something important about the term lengths for state representatives.

He borrowed it Tuesday night, did you really never ask for it back? She scolded herself internally. As entertaining as it was to be in a suite with her best friend's older brothers, she sometimes couldn't stand the personality differences between them all.

Well, really between her and Fred.

Ginny was Hermione's closest friend and had been since year three. George was milder, the quieter version of his twin in a sense. He was polite and considerate and had let Hermione into the suite numerous times when she had accidentally left her keys within.

And then there was Fred. By all accounts, Fred was Hermione's polar opposite. Where Hermione was mostly reserved around others, Fred was one of the most gregarious people she had ever met. Where she preferred order and organization, Fred seemed to live in a constant state of near-chaos. He was a player, always flirting with whoever was around, whether student or professor and much to Hermione's chagrin, he got away with it. She had heard of him unleashing his charms on many a Professor to get extensions on papers and presentations that he hadn't started due to his 'active lifestyle'.

Hermione snorted. While Fred was certainly active enough (he and his brother played locks on an intramural rugby team at the school) she wasn't sure she would consider his lifestyle one that she would condone. He was plenty intelligent, Hermione knew, but lazy. He was studying mechanical engineering alongside his brother, the two of them aspiring to open their own shop of inventions that would help students in their studies. The humor was not lost on Hermione that Fred Weasley, slacker extraordinaire wanted to help others in their studies.

But here they all were, in this delightful suite which the twins had offered to share with Ginny and her best friend so they wouldn't end up in the notoriously heinous dormitories on campus. While she was grateful for the offer, she sometimes regretted having agreed. Fred seemed to enjoy getting a rise out her whenever possible, a memory floated into her mind of realizing that her keys were on the counter in the kitchen after leaving the suite, and turning to retrieve them only to hear the bolt lock click shut, and the shower in the twins' room begin to run. He had made her late for her French class that day, she was not pleased.

Shaking her head and coming back to the present, she sighed as she stood up and stretched. Her wrist was sore from covering the page in front of her with her uniform scrawl, and as she raised a hand to run it through her hair she noticed that the underside of her hand was heavily smudged with dust from her pencil. Heading to the sink area to wash her hands, Hermione wondered if she really needed to grab the textbook from Fred. After all, she had most of the material correct on her guide, didn't she?

That may be true, but you won't know unless you get the book from Fred, just get it over with, it'll be like pulling off a band-aid, she lamented internally at the prospect of facing Fred. She really wasn't in the mood for his joking attitude right now.

She steeled herself with a few deep breaths and knocked on her door. As she waiting for a response, a thought surfaced in her mind. It's a Thursday night, Fred is probably out on the town making moves on some girls in a bar somewhere. George will probably answer the door, and then I can just go in and grab my textbook, no questions asked.

She was startled out of her thoughts by a tired-sounding voice calling "come in, the door's unlocked" from behind the wooden barricade. Oh good, it's George.

Walking in, her eyes darted to the window on the eastern wall of the twins' shared dorm. She turned around to shut the door while explaining: "Hi George, I lent Fred one of my government textbooks earlier this week and I need it back so I can- oh. Hello, Fred." She stopped, slightly shocked at the sight in front of her.

The few times she had seen the twins' dorm, Fred's area had been messy, but this was something else. The entire contents of his wardrobe appeared to be in a pile at the foot of his bed, while the rest of it was covered in paperwork, journals, and her textbook. Fred himself was sitting on top of his dresser in a pair of too long flannels that had been cuffed at the ankles and what appeared to be a rugby jersey from his secondary school days. A pack of note cards sat next to him, and he was hastily scrawling down some facts onto one in his hand while glancing at a journal on his bed sheets when he paused to look up at her.

"Granger," he nodded at her and continued working. Hermione's jaw dropped slightly.

"I er.. What are you doing exactly?" She inquired.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" he muttered, grabbing an eraser from behind his ear and scrubbing at the notecard in his hand, "we've got a quiz on Monday don't we?"

"Well, yes, I just figured that you'd be out...or something," she finished lamely. "Where's George?"

"My dearest brother has himself a date with his girlfriend this evening. I, on the other hand, need to study this positively captivating material if I want to pass the course, hence why he is out and I am here." Fred said with an irritated scowl. "I hate the Americans, why did they have to make their government system so bloody complex?"

"It's not all that bad, honestly. You're acting as if they have 37 different branches of bureaucracy, each with their own set of rules to follow. The most important thing to know is that they've divided their government into three branches: the legislative, which drafts and approves laws; the judicial, which interprets the laws; and the executive, which enforces the laws. To your credit, there are a lot of important positions to know, but honestly, it's not terrible." Hermione asserted, ticking off her fingers as she listed off the branches of government.

Fred stared at her, open-mouthed. "I've been poring over this textbook for days and I haven't gotten that clear of an explanation of the branch roles. Hermione, you're a genius!" he exclaimed.

Or I pay attention in class, she thought, but hastily bit back the retort. She looked up at Fred who ran a hand through his red hair absentmindedly in between notes. His kind eyes were shimmering with excitement as he threw another note card to the side -hold on, shimmering? Since when do you use adjectives like "kind" and "shimmering" around Fred Weasley? Get a grip, Hermione.

"Hey, uh, Granger? How would you feel about studying with me?" Fred asked sheepishly, his face turning a shade of pink that Hermione found rather adorable. "I mean, I figure you're studying for it anyway, since you came in to grab the textbook, and then you can use the textbook and get whatever you need out of it, and then maybe I could bounce some questions off of you because, you know, IreallyneedtopassthisclassotherwiseIwon'tgraduate." His last few words tumbled out of his mouth in such rapid succession that Hermione wasn't sure she had heard them correctly.

"Pardon?"

Fred sighed. "I need to pass this class otherwise I won't graduate. I've taken it twice already, and the university told me that if I didn't pass this time, I would effectively be suspended from the school of engineering."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

Hermione paused for a moment, debating. He is kind of cute, you know, and there are certainly worse people that you could be spending a Thursday night with. Plus he's desperate, who are you to turn down the requests of someone in need? On the other hand, what if this is all some elaborate set-up to make fun of you for studying so much? You certainly don't need another person to add to your reputation of being a goody-goody bookworm. She heard the words come out of her mouth before she actually considered them.

"I'll do it."

Two hours later, George walked into the suite to find his brother sitting at a desk in the middle of the common area, taking measured notes in a journal, with Hermione's head rested on his shoulder. His mouth turned up in a smile as he approached his brother. Maybe Fred has found someone after all.

Sitting down at the table next to his twin, George observed the focused look in his brother's eyes and was about to comment when Fred raised a finger to his lips and scrawled a note down on a stray piece of paper before sliding it over to his brother.

"She was helping me study for that Government class, and everything was going well, but it started getting late, and she started yawning, so I asked if she wanted to call it quits for the night, but she was determined to finish this unit with me. She fell asleep soon afterward, and I couldn't quite bring myself to wake her up. She looks so peaceful, don't you think?"

George chuckled softly and shook his head while observing the brunette lightly rested on his brother, and let out a low whistle. "Your call mate. Your call." He stood up and went back to his dorm to shower and head to bed.

When he woke up the next morning to make some coffee, they were both still there, Hermione with her head on Fred's shoulder and Fred with his head on top of hers. George smiled and took a sip of his coffee, deciding to let his brother figure this one out on his own.

Two weeks later, Fred received his quiz grade back only to pound on Hermione and Ginny's door, shouting "A 92%, I GOT A 92 HERMIONE! I'M GOING TO GRADUATE!"

Hermione never did get her textbook back.