Hermione bit her nails as she scooted onto the edge of her seat. It was a riveting story: the smart girl and the prankster boy. Would they ever realize they were perfect for each other? Would they ever escape the clutches of the evil king? Would the boy's little brother ever leave her alone? It was just an enrapturing story.
"Whatcha reading, Granger?" Long fingers brushed against the parchment, snatching the story from her grasp. Hermione watched as brown eyes scanned the story; first glimmering with mischief and slowly morphing into confusion and finally, a smirk. "Hermione, what's this?" He held the parchment up, trying not to grin at her.
"Um, the, well, you see," Hermione started to blush as Fred's eyes absorbed the information on the paper. "I confiscated it from this first year. It's been going around Hogwarts, and well, I was curious, and-"
"Hermione. It's a love story… About us. Have you read the ending of this yet?" Fred grinned, his eyes never leaving the paper.
Hermione had to admit she was curious about the ending, but she was more curious about why Fred was asking. "No? Whyyy do you ask?"
"Because," He chuckled, handing her the parchment back. "If you wanted it to be a reality, the Room of Requirements is always available." Fred winked before turning to walk away. "See you soon, Granger."
"What do you mean?!" Hermione called after the mischievous red head. Quickly, she scanned over the parchment and began to redden at the colorful scene unfolding before her. There was, after all, a reason the story had a "Rated: R" warning…