"Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me!" One Hermione Granger shut the water off after a long relaxing shower, which was admittedly the only positive thing about her day so far, stepped out of the moderately sized cubicle and noticed no towels. She opened the cabinet where they usually were, and again noticed no towels. She shouted for her best friend.
"GINNY! GINEVRA WEASLEY!" She mustered her best Molly Weasley voice, but even with that there was no response. She then meekly called for Molly. No answer again.
What the bloody hell is wrong with these boys? Can't the run down to the laundry and grab towels when they took the last one? Is that not a thing? Are they that dumb? Honestly!
After finding out that she wouldn't be able to go back to Australia to begin the search for her parents for at least another six months, and then her dreadful, awful coworker Lavender fucking Brown making snide comments about the way she dresses and how she sits in her office at lunchtime, reading a book and eating leftovers from dinner the night before, she just wanted to come back to her own flat and relax. But when she got to her flat, the doorknob was gone, along with the lock. She tried to use magic to open it and jimmy it open the Muggle way, but that wasn't happening. The landwizard couldn't tell her what had happened, and to add insult to injury, he wouldn't be able to get it fixed for her for at least a week. Arthur and Molly had generously allowed her to stay in Fred and George's room for as long as she needed it.
Molly always seemed to have someone staying with her. Ginny still lived at home, as she and Harry had only recently gotten engaged and her mother refused to let her leave the house until they officially got married. Ron and Harry had also been living at The Burrow since the Christmas after the war had ended. They tried living in a flat on their own, but they couldn't get any privacy, with being war heroes and all. So they moved back to The Burrow, and Molly was glad to have them.
After having a bit of a snack with Ron and Harry, the boys left to go hang out at Dean and Seamus' flat with the boys and Neville. Alone at the kitchen table, she finished her tea and decided to take a hot shower. She climbed up the two flights of rickety stairs to the third level, with Percy's and the twins' rooms, and the second bathroom. I cannot believe what a terrible wench Lavender Brown is. Why in the world does she get off on being so cruel to me?! Ron said my damn name over five years ago. We've dated and broke up since then. She mindlessly removed her jewelry, and extracted the clip from her curls. They fell rather unceremoniously down just past her shoulders.
I can't imagine why she'd still hold such a grudge for something that happened when we were sixteen. For the love of Merlin…She wandered over to the bathroom, shut and locked the door, and stripped out of her clothes. Her black robe was already hung in Fred's closet, but her orange button down, black trousers, and grey undergarments were shed to the floor. The water was turned on, she stepped in and was immediately lost in the warmth of the water.
And that's how she got to this point. The point of being naked, in The Burrow, with no escape route. She didn't have her wand, so she couldn't transfigure a towel out of anything. She was beginning to get cold, and stressed again. As tempting as it was for her to get into the shower again and just wait for either Ginny or Molly to get home from wherever they had buggered off to, she was hungry. Fred and George's room is pretty close to here. Just on the other side of the stairs…I can make it. It's fine. She grabbed her clothes, and vaguely bunched them up in front of herself. With a deep breath, she opened the door, skittered across the landing, and practically threw herself into the bedroom, closing her eyes in fear and the door with a loud slam. She almost got her sigh of relief out when she heard a familiar voice. A familiar male voice.
"Damn, Granger, I had no idea you were that shapely under those robes." Her brown eyes flew open and she stared into the blue pair that was stuck inside one Fred Weasley's skull. No words came out of her mouth, even if it was opening and closing a bit like a fish. "You also hide that gorgeous body of yours underneath the Muggle pants you insist on wearing with the drawstring around the waist, and frankly 'Mione, it's a bit insulting to the rest of us who want to take a good look at you." And taking a good look he was. He truly had never noticed Hermione Granger the way he was now, and his brother had been one of her best friends for just over ten years. Granted, eleven year olds don't often catch the eyes of thirteen year olds, but he was cursing himself for not noticing her as she grew up into the gorgeous young woman he saw before her.
"You've had a good look then? Want me to spin for you?" She seemed to have found her voice in the time it took him to lose his. "Enjoying the view, you ridiculous prat? What are you doing here anyways?"
"Oi, Granger, simmer down a bit, yeah? You're in my room. But since you're naked, I'll humor you. I came back for a few things I left last time I was home for a few nights and wanted to take a nap, but it seems like you've set up camp." Fred gestured to her work bag on his bed and her jewelry on his nightstand. "Why are you here?"
She regaled him with the tale of her day "and that's how we got to here. And oh my god I'm still naked." She blushed beet red from her cheeks down past what any neckline of a shirt would cover, which caused Fred to blush a bit as well.
"Well? Are you just going to stand there being cute and stark naked, or are you going to get dressed?"
"Well, Frederick, if you recall, I'm locked out of my apartment, with all my clothes. All I have are my sunny work robes that my pervert of a boss doesn't like and I don't really want to put work robes bac—"
"Hermione, shut up. Please." Fred rose and went to his dresser, and began rifling through the second drawer. He pulled out a plain, navy blue shirt with short sleeves. "Would you like to put your bra and knickers on before I turn back around?"
"Please." She stared at the back of his head while she cast two nonverbal Freshening Charms on her undergarments and returned them to her person. She wasn't sure if she was glad she had chosen such provocative or, as Ginny would call them, her sexy underclothes. "You're safe."
He chuckled a bit and handed her his shirt. She put it on over her grey bra and knickers and he had to resist the urge to reach out, wrap his arms around her waist, and kiss her senseless. He took the few moments she was tangled up in his favorite shirt grin like an idiot. Baby brother's best friend my arse. I'm going to date Hermione Granger.