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Hi there, this is my first story and I know it may be a bit shit but I wanted to write something for a while so I thought why not? I can leave it at just a one shot but I do have some ideas for where this story can go and I'm willing to write a long completed story but only if people are willing to read. I might just write it anyway but it would be nice to know someone liked it. I'm ill which is no excuse so I know there may be some mistakes and its a bit vague if I do write more i promise it will be better aha. Leave a comment, constructive criticism is welcome. Thank you xoxo.

Disclaimer:

I do not own harry potter this beautiful world belongs to Rowling.

Fred Pov

I stumbled away from the great hall trying to stay quiet in my inebriated state. George and I had decided that instead of spiking the punch bowl we would just get absolutely plastered. That way we would avoid another week of detention, as much as George and I both loved to get up to mischief, having spent the last three weeks in filch's office every night I think we both deserved a break. So a bottle of firewhiskey later and here I was angrily stumbling down the hall away from the Yule Ball, spectacular event my arse.

The whole night had blown. Not only had George and I tried to cut each others hair, which had both grown ridiculously long, and lets face it was always going to be a stupid idea but where George actually didn't look half bad I looked like an absolute idiot. George had said that he'd seen the look on all of the guys in this muggle magazine he saw; all cut short at the sides and the front done up in some sort of quiff like thing but since I had no idea how to make my hair stay up like that and new very little about beauty charms instead I just had a huge bit of fringe hanging down in front of my eyes.

On top of that Mcgonagall had cornered me in the ball, stating that she knew my twin and I were up to something and if we so much as slightly embarrassed Hogwarts in front of the other school, we'd be in detention for the rest of our academic lives. Bit of an exaggeration if you ask me but Minnie always is a bit high strung. Worst of all Angelina had hit the roof when she had seen the firewhiskey, going on and on about being 'underage' and 'risk of expulsion' and other such nonsense. In the end I'd told her to sod off. Probably not my greatest moment but honestly she was overreacting, a little firewhiskey never hurt anyone, in fact just last week shed been more than happy to join in the drinking. Hypocrite. Even George had had a go at me something about mum having a fit if she ever heard about me being so rude to a girl. I told him to sod off too. And you know what he did?! Only went and asked Angelina to dance. I mean I didn't even like her so I know I shouldn't care but seriously what ever happened to the bro code.

Thinking about it all was only making me angrier. Pulling the bottle of firewhiskey out of my robe I thanked the stars for the nifty little refilling charm that Fred and I had put on it. Bringing the bottle to my lips I had a long sip before putting the lid back on. Not having been paying attention to where I was going I realized I had found my way to the astronomy tower. Even drunk I'd managed to find my way here in half the time it would've taken anyone else thanks to the hidden passageways.

Just as I was about to head off back to the Gryffindor common room I saw a figure sitting on the edge of the tower. Legs swing over the emptiness below.

"You alright over there?" I shouted, not meaning to be so loud I immediately starting shhing before breaking out into fits of laughter. Christ I was drunker than I thought.

"Fred? Is that you? Wait a second are you drunk...Fred?" the voice asked inquiringly.

"No it's George" I said immediately, he may be my twin but I was pissed at him and knew if this was a prefect or a student who decided to tell a teacher that I'd been stumbling around the grounds dunk at least I wouldn't actually get in trouble for it. I may be drunk but I'm not stupid.

"Fred I know its you, you cant try that ridiculous trick on me now are you or are you not drunk?" it was then that I recognized the high stung tone of voice. Granger. Brilliant I thought sarcastically, just what I need .

"No I told you I'm not Fred, I'm George, honestly Mione I thought if anyone would be able to tell the difference by now it would be you" I laughed. I knew messing with Granger was dangerous ground but right now I was too drunk to care plus teasing her seemed to be taking my mind off of what had happened tonight.

"Fred" she ground out, the anger building in her voice.

"Fine, fine you got me", I admitted, changing my mind from keeping up the act ,like I said I may be drunk but I'm not stupid and a pissed off Granger is the last thing I want tonight.

"So" she prompted.

"So what?" I answered confused having already forgotten that she had been asking me a question.

"So" she said exasperatedly "do you have alcohol in your system at this present time" she said articulating every sylibal as If I was some child incapable of understanding what she had said.

"Yes I have alcohol in my system at this present time" I mocked trying desperately not to slur my words. She nodded her head slowly moving closer until she was just a few steps in front of me. She had gotten up when the conversation had started..

"And do have any drink left" she asked, now I was confused,again.

"Yes?"

"Right, so umm, if you don't mind, could I have some" she said this all in a rush, my drunk brain struggling to understand her, but when It finally clicked I was left in shock. Hermione Granger, the Hermione Granger, book worm extraordinaire, goody two shoes to the bone, girl who was always getting on his and Georges case about rule braking was asking for alcohol? I started to laugh and pulled the bottle of Fire whiskey out of my robe . If Hermione Granger wanted to get drunk then who was I to stand in her way.

"Thanks" she murmured taking the bottle into her hands. I watched as she unscrewed the lid, peering inside the bottle before bringing it to her lips. She seemed to take a moment to prepare herself before taking a long swig. I admired the way she didn't cringe not even when she went for her second mouthful. Her hair had fallen from the elaborate twist she had put it up in, perfect ringlets falling over her shoulders, the odd wisps of hair falling in her face. She had removed her shoes making her seem very small compared to me. I may have only been 15 but I was closely nearing my 16th as well as 6 ft. She didn't look how she normally looked either, she done her makeup perfectly, it wasn't overwhelming instead it highlighted all the beautiful parts of her face, her eyes seemed to swim in mixtures of chocolate and hazel, specks of gold swirling in. She looked beautiful. Wait, what.

My thought came to an abrupt stop though when I felt her small hand on my arm. Jumping back, I realized she had been trying to offer the bottle back to me for a while now. Sheepishly I took back the bottle, my other hand reaching up to rub the back of my neck. Looking down at the bottle I couldn't help but be impressed, the girl had practically finished off the whole thing.

"I take it this isn't your first time drinking" I said with a laugh, her giggle soon joined and for a moment I just stared at her, before I reminded myself to get my drunk head out of the gutter.

"Well its my first time drinking Fire whiskey but yeah I've drunk before" She said this all with a small smirk, I could tell by the way her shoulders seemed to lift that she was quite proud of this. Probably because it went against what people always assumed of her; myself included, that she never breaks the rules.

"You're a little rebel aren't you really" I said teasingly taking a step closer to her " Bet there are lots of things you've done that nobody knows"

"You don't know the half of it" Her voice was soft, inviting, seductive almost. I coughed taking a step back abruptly. Running a hand through my hair I tried to shake the thoughts from my head. This is Granger were talking about. She's off limits. It didn't matter anyway, I was only finding her attractive because I was drunk. Yeah, that was it, I'm drunk and she all dressed up, of course my mind would go this way, I mean it only natural for a teenage boy to have thoughts like this. Only I wasn't having thoughts I told myself sternly.

"So err what brings you up here anyway, I thought you were living every girls fantasy with Krum" I asked trying to fill the silence, she had turned to look at me where I was leaning on the wall the moonlight illuminating her. In the light I could see dark smudges under her eyes, her cheeks seemed wet... wait "Have you been crying" I immediately regretted my tactlessness when I saw her physically flinch. I quickly pushed myself off the wall and walked to her side bringing a hand to her face. Gently I rested my hand on her cheek, wiping away the tears that had begun to fall again with my thumb.

"I'm just angry is all" she muttered darkly. Her head titling up so she could look me in the eyes.

"What on earth could have made you so angry that you'd want to be up here in the Astronomy tower all alone, an drunk for that matter" I asked watching as a small smile tugged at her lips, her gaze dropping to her hands that were fiddling with the hem off her dress. Was it getting shorter?

"Your brother, that's what, he just, he just makes me so angry" she stated, moving away from me slightly to stomp her foot in annoyance. The sight of a drunk Granger stamping her foot was enough to send me into a wave of hysterics. I could hear her yelling that it wasn't funny, her arms crossed over her chest her bottom lip stuck out in a pout,

"Is... is Hermione Granger throwing... throwing a tantrum" I sputtered in between laughs. This seemed to infuriate her even more, she came storming towards me, an expression on her face that could have made a grown man cry, it probably would have made me cry if I hadn't been laughing so much.

"Now you listen here Fred Weasley, if there is one thing I don't appreciate its being called something i'm not and a tantrum temper thrower, I mean a, thrower tamptrer temper no wait a tantrum temper...urgh" she let out an annoyed shout, her intoxicated state stopping her from getting her words out properly which only caused me to laugh even harder.

In that moment everything seemed to go in slow motion, fueled by her anger she started marching towards me but a few steps away she tripped over her own feet causing her to stumble into me. Having previously backed myself against the wall I now found myself trapped by her body. Our breathing both came out heavy, we were both very aware of how close our faces were and yet she made no attempt to get off of me even though her entire body was now pressed firmly against mine. In the same way though I made no move to push her off.

We both just stayed there. Bodies pressed together, faces inches apart. Now I cant tell you if it was the alcohol or just the way she was biting her lip but for some reason I couldn't help myself and in one swift motion I pressed my lips again hers. At first she didn't do anything but after a second she seemed to relax into the kiss. Bringing my hands up from where they had caught her waist when she fell I slid one up to her face, tugging her deeper in the kiss, the other wrapped her waist. She seemed to get the idea and lifted herself up. In one movement I spun us around so that she was pressed into the wall, legs wrapped around my waist. I held both my hands under her bum to support her and deepened the kiss. My tongue asking for entrance before slipping into her mouth for a while we stayed like that our tongues battling for dominance. She ran her hands through my hair, running them down my neck to my shoulders.

I began to kiss her neck, sucking on the sweet spot behind her ear, earning a soft moan. We continued on like this for quite some time, the kiss should have been messy given how much we had both drunk but I was suddenly feeling very sober. Sure I'd kissed girls before, but this was different. It was when one of my hands begun to rub against her leg, pushing her dress further up her thigh that we heard a loud bang from right outside the tower. Breathing heavily we pulled apart. Her face was flushed and her lips were swollen. I took slight pride in the fact that it was me that had managed to get her into such a state but i'm sure I didn't look any better. Slowly I lowered her to the ground and watched mesmerized as she fixed her dress back into place blushing when she noticed me watching.

That was without a doubt the best kiss of my life but I mean this is Granger. Ron's best friend. Crap Ron, George an I were both sure that she had a crush on her. This would kill him if he found out. Christ, why did he always have to ruin everything but what exactly was he ruining. I mean the kiss was great but Hermione would never want anything ever to do with me again. She didn't even like me, if she wasn't helping Harry or harassing people about SPEW or studying then you could more likely then not find her lecturing George and I. Hell I don't think I even want anything to do with her, I meant at times shes worse than mum with her nagging and that's saying something but that kiss. I mean that was like a crazy good kiss like seriously "Fuck" I said aloud.

Her laugh was small "Fuck" she agreed and then without a further word she was gone.