Story takes place in the trio's 6th year at Hogwarts. The twins have returned to finish their education, mainly because their mother won't shut up about it.
She uncovered her eyes. They were in the Room of Requirement, it had to be, no other room in the castle could ever look like this. It was the most romantic scene she could ever imagine. A fire was burning in a magnificent fireplace, a cosy little loveseat stood before it. On the mantelpiece stood candles which emitted a faint rosy glow. On the other side of the room was a candlelit table for 2. All in all, it was something she had never thought possible.
He led her to the table and as she sat down the first course arrived, just as if the kitchen was connected to this room as well. They talked and talked through the entire meal, about every subject imaginable. And whenever their conversation turned sad or fearful he would make a joke or two and soon she would feel better again.
After dinner they moved their conversation to the loveseat. He was in the middle of explaining something when he caught her staring at his lips. She blushed, she'd been thinking of how soft they looked and how it would feel to kiss them. As if he could read her mind he ever so slowly moved forwards. She met him halfway and closed her eyes. When their lips met it was the most amazing feeling in the world. All she wanted was more so she moved her arms around his neck to pull him closer. One of his hands was tangling her hair, the other was around her waist and pulling her body against his. She leaned backwards and, reading her mind again, he moved with her. They were now lying down and suddenly he was everywhere. He kissed her face, along her jaw to her ears, her neck, her collarbone. His hands were in her hair, on her thighs, running up and down her back, going over her blouse. All she could do was sigh and enjoy the feeling.
While looking up towards her face he suddenly stopped. She looked around so she could see what he was staring at and saw the magnificent king-sized bed that had appeared. He looked into her eyes and said "You don't have to do anything you don't want to." She smiled and answered "Who do you think conjured the bed?"
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Hermione opened her eyes and remembered the previous night. "Shit!"
She couldn't believe she'd had another dream about Fred Weasley.
This is my first ever fanfic, please review if you have any comments. All help is welcome! :)