H+F and Mr. + Mrs. Weasley are the only ones in the house because everyone else went out...Hermione has a nightmare...Fred comes to comfort her...He falls asleep w/her...Mr. Weasley sees...Mr. Weasley freaks...

STARTED story: April 19th, 2003

Disclaimer: I own nothing!

A/N: A little over-view of what's going on. Hermione's parents are dead, thanks to Voldermort, though they had been dead for about 2 months (which would ruin anyone's summer holidays…), Hermione is still having on and off nightmares about them. It's about a week before term starts (fifth year), and Hermione is staying at the Weasleys's house. Rated PG-13 for swearing and some other stuff.

 Confused Chapter 1 By Blood57

"Hermione?" Dad's voice quivered.

"DAD! MUM!" I screamed. They were tied to a big rock in the middle of a cemetery. I looked around, but no one was there. In fact, the only thing that was there besides them were tombstones and dead weeds.

I started running, I guess to untie them, but Mum screamed out something I couldn't hear.

"What?" I stopped running.

"It's a -" she began, but suddenly, they were both dangling downward as though they were dead.

"TRAP!" An evil voice finished for her. Its laugh echoed across the graveyard. I started to cry.

"Who are you?" I screamed angrily.

"LORD VOLDERMORT!" The voice boomed as I continued to cry.

"Silly girl...do not cry...soon you will join them!"

I screamed for what seemed like an eternity, until I bolted upright in my bed. Well, technically, it was the Weasleys's bed; I was just staying at their house for about a week or so, until the new term started (My fifth year). I breathed heavily, as I heard a door open. I sunk into the pillow, hoping that I would just disappear. I knew who was going to walk through the doors. (My crush for about 4 months) I wish I hadn't had that stupid dream again!

"Hermione," a deep voice whispered, flicking on the light. My eyes caught sight of Fred, and lingered on his disheveled hair.

"Is everything alright?" He asked. My breath faltered slightly, as my eyes fell upon his dimples

"Um...yeah, I was just having a nightmare." I said, as he edged closer to "my" bed.

"What about?" He asked sitting on my bed.

"I feel so childish," I said, shaking my head. I wanted him to come closer, so that I could kiss him.

"Come on, we all have nightmares," he said, "Even I have nightmares. It's all because our subconscious is bored."

"Well, it was about my parents..." my voice trailed off, and suddenly I found myself crying in Fred's arms.

You idiot! I told myself, stop crying! You're just making a fool out of yourself!

I don't care, another voice said, they're dead! THEY'RE DEAD! And they're NOT coming back!

It made me cry even harder.

"I'm sorry," Fred said softly, massaging my shoulder with his strong arms. I liked the feeling of his embrace; it made me feel secure.

"Why are you sorry?" I sniffed, trying not to sound rude.

"I encouraged you," he said, looking at his knee. A couple of minutes went by in silence. I had stopped crying.

"I guess I didn't wake anybody else," I said, judging by the fact that no one else came into the room.

"No one else is here," Fred said quietly.

"Where is everyone else?" I asked.

"George is staying over at Lee's," Fred began.

"Why didn't you go?" I interrupted him. He shrugged.

"I didn't feel like it. I'm not really in a giddy mood," Fred said.

"That's a first," I muttered, but when I looked back into his eyes, I knew he had heard. I immediately felt bad. I surprised even myself, I admitted, when I said that. He had such an intense stare, that I had to break eye contact.

"I'm sorry," I nearly whispered.

"It's fine." He said. "You know what," he said after a few seconds, letting go of me (A/N: He was hugging her all this time.) "NO! It's not fine! That is so stereotypical of everyone to just assume because you'd rather be happy then dwell in misery that you're automatically classified as someone who doesn't have one ounce of sincerity in them!" He said quickly, but at the same time, angrily.

"I didn't mean to," I said meekly. Please don't be angry with me, I thought, PLEASE DON'T BE ANGRY WITH ME! I like you! Can't you see that?

"I'm sorry Hermione, I didn't mean to snap at you, I haven't been myself these last couple of days. I'm sorry," he said again, running a hand through his hair.

I looked up at him. He certainly appeared to be sincere.

"I just -" he began, but stopped, shaking his head.

"You just what?" I asked him gently.

"I just -" he sighed, "I just thought that YOU of all people would understand."

"Understand what?" I asked him uncertainly.

"That I'm not all fun and games. That, even though that part of me ISN'T a mask, that deep down I am sincere," He said, closing his eyes.

"I do understand! It's exactly the same as everyone thinking that I can't have fun just because I like to study. Look, this is my fault. I shouldn't have made that nasty remark," I said.

"Um…so, why isn't anyone else home?" I asked, trying to change the subject. It felt really weird calling this home.

"Ginny, Mum, Dad and Percy went to see Bill and Charlie," he said. "Ron and Harry went to Diagon Alley to have some GUY TIME…alone," he said, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

I laughed. "You mean, like George and Lee," I said, laughing. Fred joined in.

So we're all alone, I thought. Hmmm…interesting! Maybe I could pursue my desires from about 4 months ago now!

"When is everyone coming back?" I asked casually, not to make it seem as if I didn't like his company.

"I think tomorrow," he said. Another moment of silence, and then-

"Fred, I know I'm going to sound really stupid, but could you stay here?" I asked.

"Just in case I have another nightmare," I blurted out, seeing his curious look. He nodded his head. He looked around for a chair, but there was none. Coming to the conclusion that the only place he could stay was the bed, he took his time to close the light. As he came closer to the bed, I pretended not to notice that fact that he was blushing. It was dark, but I could see that he was blushing.

"Good night Fred," I whispered into his ear, breathing onto it. I bet he was blushing around his ears too.

"Sweet dreams, Hermonie," he said in a low voice.

"You too," I said. I subconsciously scooted next to Fred. Even thought it was dark, I could still see the outline of his face. I was inches away from his. I could also see his eyes, which were wide open. I suddenly reached out to touch his hair. It felt soft and smooth. He did not protest, which struck me as odd.

Maybe he's asleep. I thought. He looks so sexy…Kiss him! WHAT? A different voice inside my head asked. You know you want to, The voice said. I bit my lip hesitantly. I did want to, I was just afraid that if I did, he'd just push me away (not literally, but emotionally,) because I was his kid brother's best friend. I leaned forward and kissed him. He responded by opening his mouth and allowing my tongue to enter his mouth. I put my hand on the back of his neck, and he flipped me over so that he was now on top of me. He continued to kiss me for what seemed like ages, but I finally broke off the kiss for lack of air.

"Goodnight Fred," I whispered, kissing him once more. It felt odd. I kissed Fred. I liked his kiss. I liked Fred. By the looks of it, he liked me. 4 months of praying, and finally, my prayers are answered. Why am I not leaping up and down? Everything seemed fine, yet it wasn't.

You're feeling guilty that you're happy, while  they're dead! That nagging voice inside my head said. I ignored myself, but instead, looking over at Fred, focused on the issue at hand.

He's sweet, nice, kind, charming, handsome, friendly, humorous, loyal and…he's prefect!

I was woken up by someone screaming. Maybe I was just dreaming the whole time. Maybe I hadn't kissed Fred. Maybe I hadn't listed a few of the many exceptional qualities I saw in him in my mind, and maybe the moment that I had always dreamed about (that Fred would kiss me), hadn't come true. Again, someone screamed, but, as though it was an immense effort on my part, I lifted my head off of the pillow so that I could hear, more properly.

"FREDRICK WEASLEY, WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!!!!????" shouted a very angry voice. Judging by the fact that it wasn't a shrilly voice, it was Mr. Weasley. But I couldn't understand why he was screaming at Fred…and why I could hear it if-

Oh no…I thought, Fred is still sleeping in my bed…oh no! That must mean that the kiss did happen! YES! I smiled happily.

Pulling the covers over me more tightly, I opened my eyes and they landed on Fred's ocean blue ones. He mouthed sarcastically: Sleep well? I smirked slightly, and leaned forward to kiss him. At that point, the covers were yanked from over our heads, and I quickly looked away, blushing.

"Good morning Mr. Weasley!" I said quietly.

"Fred, Hermione, explain yourselves!" He said, his wrath getting the better of him.

"I had a nightmare about my parents, and Fred came to comfort me," I began to explain, "But it was around 3 a.m., so we were both pretty tired, so we really didn't notice that we fell asleep," I said.

"So nothing happened?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"No," Fred finally remembered how to speak.

"Then what is the meaning of this?" He asked, holding up what appeared to be a black thong. My eyes widened in horror as I looked at it. It looked just like mine, but I had mine in my bag…or did I? Wait a minute, I thought, that lace isn't mine.

"This isn't mine," I said, flushing slightly. I didn't dare turn my head at Fred (A/N: lol, imagine that it's his…^__^). Mr. Weasley looked at Fred expectantly.

"Well, it certainly isn't mine, if THAT'S why you're eyeing me!" Fred said heatedly, blushing around his ears. He took it in his hands and looked at the tag.

"G.W." he read.

"Ginny Weasley," I said, looking up at Mr. Weasley. "She must have dropped this here when she was moving her clothes to the other room," I said, trying very hard not to notice that all three of us were blushing. I took the thong from Mr. Weasley and threw it into Ginny's messy closet. A moment later I came back to "my" room, surprised that Mr. Weasley had left so quickly.

"That moment will haunt me forever," Fred said, shaking his head. He looked over at me, expecting me to laugh, but when I didn't, his face turned serious.

"We need to talk," I said, "Now!" Fred nodded, and we both sat on the bed.

"About last night," I began.

"Yeah, um…Hermione, I kind of had this crush on you, but I didn't know you felt the same way," Fred said.

"So you DO like me?" I asked.

"Of course… you don't know how happy I was last night. You touching my hair, kissing me, like we were…together," he blushed at his last word. I looked at him for a moment, but then he continued. "Do you feel the same way?"

"Yes," I said blissfully. It had been about a month before the end of the term that I started to toy with the thought of me being with Fred (which is a total of about 4 months!), but it wasn't like my average crush. My average crush lasted about 2 weeks, not 4 months!

"So, would you like to go out with me?" He asked. I nodded, melting at the sight of his broad grin clashing violently with his ruffled hair.

"How could you, Hermione?!" A voice that was on the brink of tears called out from behind us.

A/N: Please R+R…this is my first story that I ever posted…dundundudndun!!!! Who was at the door? Did Hermione and Fred really have sex together and I just didn't feel like writing about it? And what was Ginny's thong doing in "Hermione's" room?! (I would rather not know that, actually) Please R+R so that I know what you think and if you want me to continue with the story or fix something…

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