He woke up to the smell of strawberry shampoo on his sheets and the slam of his front door. It took him only a moment to remember that smell. he muttered to himself. Last night Fred Weasley had attended the now 23 year old Harry Potters birthday party dateless and grumpy only to be met by an equally dateless and grumpy Hermione Granger. The two drank away their sorrows in between cake and presents before Fred finally invited the lovely Hermione over for, as he called it, an after party. Fred would have never admitted to the brilliant witch that he had be ogling her for much too long, and was simply over the moon that she came alone, so instead he played it cool, coming off as just another guy in need of a shag. He had planned on telling Hermione his feelings this morning over his famous homemade apple pancakes. But apparently she had other plans.

Hermione Granger woke up to the smell of gunpowder and apple pie. For a mere moment she was in utter peace. Drunk on the smell and abnormally comfortable, until she realised where she was. she muttered to herself. How could she have been this stupid? She let her feelings control her actions, something she never did. Fred Weasley wanted nothing more from here than a simple shag, she was sure of that. Suddenly the room became much too small. Hermione Granger wanted much more from Fred than that, she needed to leave before he woke up and those hazel-brown eyes would draw her right back in again. Quickly she redressed, blushing when she saw his equally naked body, and hurried out the door, accidentally slamming it in her rush.

Hermione buried herself in her work. Finding excuses not to visit the Weasleyt help but wonder if Fred missed her like she missed him.

Fred Weasley deeply missed Hermione Granger. Most nights he would toss and turn, wishing her body was beside his. The smell of strawberries had begun to fade so Fred would have to bury his head into her pillow in order to finally get some rest. George and the rest of his family had noticed the once abnormally energetic boy grow dark circles under his eyes, and lose his once irremovable smile. When asked about his change, Fred simply waved it off, he needed to fix this himself.

Two weeks later Fred Weasley was a sleep deprived mess. He had come to the conclusion that without Hermione Granger he simply could not function. In his less-than-stable state Fred decided to confront the witch and tell her how he feels. Storming out of his flat Fred angrily walked down Diagon Alley only to run straight into someone who smelled like strawberries. When Fred finally stood again he was face to face with the woman that had been haunting his dreams for the past fourteen days.

m in love with you,I before reclaiming them in an ever more heated kiss. Coming to the realisation that they were heavily snogging in Diagon Alley; Hermione suggested they take things back to his place. Fred was all to happy to comply as he grabbed her hand and led her through the streets.

As soon as they reached his flat they were a mix of hands and mouths and skin, desperately removing each others clothes as Fredt take long before Fred had her begging for him. Fulfilling her wish, Fred plunged into her making them both groan out. For hours they tumbled throughout FredYou He was met with her smile and watering eyes and she leaned up to press a kiss to his lips,