A/N: This story starts over winter break in Order of the Phoenix. FYI This is a short chapter, but I hope to write longer chapters soon. Enjoy!
Hermione walked into Grimmauld place and brushed the snow off her hair and shoulders.
"Hey 'Mione" An annoyingly familiar voice called as she took off her coat and boots.
"Yes George?" She turned to face him and was shocked to see that only one of the infamous Weasley twins was standing before her. George let out a small laugh, "I'll never understand how you've been able to tell us apart."
"Speaking of, where is said brother you can't be told apart from?" Hermione tilted her head curiously.
George frowned before nodding to the upstairs, "In our room, he's been having a rough time, what with dad being attacked and all"
"I don't blame him, this is more than any of you should have to deal with," Hermione tugged on her sweater sleeve, "Maybe I can go talk to him?"
"Good luck, he's barely talking to me, and I'm the resident twin brother and best friend of the poor bastard"
Hermione sent George a short glare before heading up the stairs, stepping over Crookshanks, who was napping on the sixth step.
She made her way to the bedroom where the twins resided and brushed a stray curl out of her face. She knocked softly.
No answer.
She knocked again.
"Go 'way" She heard Fred mumble from inside the room.
"I just thought you might want to talk?" Hermione rested against the door.
"Hermione?"
"Yes?"
She heard shuffling and backed away from the door. To her surprise, it opened and Fred Weasley stood in the doorframe, his hair disheveled and his pajama pants wrinkled and loose on his hips. His t-shirt most likely hadn't washed in days and the dark circles under his eyes told her he hadn't been sleeping.
"What do you want Granger?" His voice had lost it's usual teasing tone, and as annoying as it was, she missed it.
"I just thought maybe we could talk. Although, from what George has told me, you're not in a talking mood, but I just think-"
"Come on in Granger" Fred cut off her rambling. She quietly followed him into the room. He sat down on the bed and patted the spot next to him. She cautiously sat down.
"I know you're very stressed out right now, and for obvious reasons, and I can't imagine what you're going through and-"
"No you can't, because as brilliant as you are, your father is a muggle who fixes teeth or whatever and has nothing to worry about"
"Well, he did get bit once, he needed stitches and everything" Hermione stated.
To her surprise, Fred laughed.
What surprised her even more was what happened next.
He kissed her.