"OUCH! What on Earth—FRED!"
"Yell a little louder, Hermione. I think a few people in Australia missed it."
"You walked straight into me!"
"It's not my fault you don't pay attention when you walk down corridors."
"Don't give me that, you weren't even looking in front of you."
"If you paid attention enough to know where I was looking, then why didn't you step out of the way before I ran into you?"
"I—that's not—that's not the point here! It's after curfew, you're supposed to be in the common room or in bed!"
"Hark who's talking. You seem to forget you were strolling the halls as well."
"I'm a prefect, I was doing patrols!"
"…."
"What?"
"Hermione, prefects never do their nighttime patrols. Everyone's been ignoring that rule for about twenty years now."
"So?"
"You really are the epitome of a goody goody, aren't you?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Bloody hell, you're the brightest witch of your age? Your generation should be worried."
"We're in the same generation, you prat."
"Then consider me fearful of my future."
"Oh, shut it, will you?"
"…."
"Fred?"
"….."
"Fred!"
"…."
"Stop ignoring me!"
"You told me to shut it. I was just following orders, oh mighty prefect."
"Would you stop trying to be careful and go back to the common room before I give you detention?"
"You won't give me detention."
"I most definitely will."
"You won't."
"Will."
"Won't."
"Will."
"Won't. Times infinity."
"You realize you sound about three years old, right?"
"You realize you sound about thirty years old, right?"
"Very mature."
"Very mature."
"Stop that."
"Stop that."
"Fred!"
"Fred!"
"Fred Weasley is an arrogant moron."
"Hermione Granger shouldn't be gullible enough to believe that would actually work."
"What in the name of Merlin are you doing out here so late, anyway?"
"….nothing."
"…what was that?"
"What was what?"
"You hesitated."
"I what?"
"Hesitated. Before you said nothing."
"And?"
"And it means you were lying."
"Why would I do that?"
"Because you were doing something you weren't supposed to be."
"And this is news because?"
"Because you weren't willing to tell me what it was. That means you want to hide it, which means it must be something pretty bad."
"And you got all of that out of two seconds of pausing?"
"Just tell me what you were doing out here."
"I can't tell you."
"You will tell me or I'll—"
"…"
"…"
"…what was that for?"
"I was answering your question."
"But you kissed me!"
"Terrific observation. I'm glad you told me, I'd've never noticed."
"But I don't—"
"Isn't it obvious, Hermione? If I really didn't want to be found in the corridors, I wouldn't have been."
"So you—"
"Let you catch me on purpose."
"But why—"
"You know why."
A/N: I'm not sure what exactly inspired this. I've never been the biggest fan in the world of this pairing, but I do read a lot of the fanfictions for it and they're written really well. This is an all dialogue story.
Disclaimer: I'll own Harry Potter when Gred and Forge become accoutants.
"….hey, Fred?"
"Yeah?"
"After you're detention on Saturday, would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me?"
"Sure, I— hold on, I don't have detention on Saturday!"
"You do now. Seven A.M. Trophy room."