A/N: This is my first time writing a Hermione/Fred fic so ... yeah. I'd appreciate it if you'll read/review? (:

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns pretty much everything here.

I. The Burrow

Heavy, clumsy footsteps were coming down the stairs. It was late, past midnight. Hermione clutched her mug of hot chocolate as she took a few sips from it. Her brow furrowed in annoyance, she assumed that she would be alone. But at The Burrow, no one could ever really get their own private time.

A tall figure walked sleepily past the living room and shuffled into the kitchen. Hermione stared at the figure, confirming it as one of the Weasley twins. She put her mug down on the coffee table and sighed. Perhaps it wasn't fated for her to get any time for deep thought.

"Merlin, Hermione," Fred said, startled, holding a rather large sandwich in his hand. "I definitely didn't see you there." Hermione looked at him and gave him a small, tired smile.

Fred sat down opposite Hermione and took a bite of his sandwich. "Want some?" He offered during mouthfuls of bread and ham. Hermione shook her head politely. She was tired.

"You've been crying, eh?" Fred asked Hermione. "Your eyes are red." Hermione blushed. "Yeah, I guess I have," She took a few more sips of hot chocolate. "You wanna talk about it?" Fred asked her. "It's about my idiot brother, isn't it?" Hermione nodded.

Just the very thought of him sent another tear down her cheek. "The Hermione I know doesn't break down for a boy, alright?" Fred tried to comfort Hermione.

"Do you think he'll ever like me?" Hermione asked him quietly. "I've never really noticed how much I liked him since, since … well, it's been ages, really." Fred stood up and sat next to Hermione. "I thought it was just a silly crush, but now, I think I really, really do like him." Hermione sighed.

"He doesn't even know I exist. Merlin, he notices almost every other Gryffindor except me." Fred patted her back, softly. "Of course, to him I bet I'm only like a sister, a nerdy, bookish girl that no one will ever fancy."

Fred finished off his sandwich. "You're a great girl, 'Mione, you have brains that everyone's jealous of," He mumbled. "You're kind and warm, you're practically an angel. You're the most brilliant witch of our age." Hermione laughed softly. "Heck, I'd consider myself lucky if I could ever get a girl like you, 'Mione," Fred laughed, stretching, putting an arm around her.

"Ron's an idiot not to notice you." Hermione stifled a giggle and rested her head on his arm. "I'm not talking about Ron, George," Hermione whispered, looking at the ceiling. "I thought, based on the last time we talked, you clearly knew how I felt about Fred."

Fred's mind was spinning. He wasn't George. Of course, they were identical until the last freckle, but he was Fred! And Hermione, of all people, took a fancy to him? But she couldn't even recognize him!

Well, it was late, and the only light illuminating the room came from the fireplace. But honestly, how could she have mistaken him for George? And he called her brilliant!

"'Mione, come here," Fred said softly, pulling her into a hug and planting a soft, chaste kiss on her lips. "I'm Fred, not George."

A/N: Should it stay a oneshot or should I continue it? Please tell me (: