This is my first Fremione fic, and I'd love to know what you guys want to see happen, if it's good/bad, and how you feel about the couple! I'm very new to Fremione and usually ship Romione or Dramione hardcore so this might just suck… Enjoy! XD

I looked over at him and couldn't stop me smile, "Um, Fred?"

"Hmm?"

"You, um…" I ran my hand over the bottom part of my face, "You have a little… Something."
Fred looked at me for a second before taking his hand and wiping his cheek. He examined the butterbeer froth before wiping his cheeks with his napkin. I felt a blush overcoming me as I yet again hid my smile. "Granger, for the smartest witch of our age, you sure as hell confuse me."

"What do you mean?" I asked taking a sip of my butterbeer and praying that he didn't know the secret I had kept since last year.

I was there again, in my mind. Back to the day it all started.

~flashback~

A group of people came into the room where the goblet was, Fred and George leading the way. "Thank you, thank you." The twins bowed around at our classmates before George announced to Harry, Ron, and myself, "Well lads, we've done it!"

"Cooked it up just this morning," Fred grinned, winking over at us.

"It's not going to work," I proclaimed, smiling as I tried to hold back the thought of the twins' utter failure. How could they be so smart and yet, so stupid?

"Oh yeah?" George laughed.

"And why is that Granger?" Fred smirked, sitting awfully close to me. I swore I felt an electrical pull as I looked at Fred.

I closed my eyes and shook my head before looking up. Whatever that was -this is- I'm definitely imaging it. This is Ron's brother for Heaven's sake. "You see this?" I looked to George, ignoring the twin beside of me, as I pointed to the blue circle around the goblet, "This is an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself."

"So?" George asked.

"So," I smiled, yet again questioning how they kept straight O's, "A genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by a dodge as pathetically dimwitted as an aging potion."

"But that's why it's so brilliant," Fred exaggerated each word; his mouth next to my ear. I stopped breathing at that moment and looked at Fred. Our eyes were locked together, and I wasn't sure what was going on.

"Because it's so pathetically dimwitted," I heard George proclaim. I couldn't look away from Fred, "Ready Fred?"

Fred blinked a few times, looked to me, and then stood beside of George, smiling that perfect smile but refusing to look at me, "Ready George."

End flashback

"Did you even hear me?" He laughed out, pulling me from my memory.

"Huh? What?"

He smirked and moved a stray hair out of my face. "It's nothing. Let's just, get back to studying. Good thing you're in my potions class. I'd have to study with George." He forged a look of terror, and I laughed. If only he knew, the many ways, he could make me smile.