Disclaimer: The wonderful J.K. Rowling owns all of this besides the plot, every character you see and place mentioned is from the beautiful world of her imagination.
Hermione Granger sat in the common room of Gryffindor Tower, along with the man she loved, red haired and mischievous… Fred Weasley. The Two most unlikely people to be sitting in front of the fire holding hands, gazing lovingly into each other's eyes. The brilliant reds and ranges from the fire brought out the highlights in each of their hair.
Fred spoke first, breaking the long silence. "Hermione, I've been thinking," he said in a profound sort of way. The wind outside howled and another flurry of white powdery snow ran into the window.
"Oh?" Hermione laughed "And what,may I ask, have you been thinking? Nothing about pushing Malfoy off a cliff, again, I hope." she teased. Fred started laughing, and smiled at her. 'Wow he has an awesome smile.' she thought to herself. Fred had stopped laughing by then.
"Nah, not today." he said playfully, emphasizing the word today. "But I was thinking about us." he finished in a husky voice.
Hermione cast him a sideways glance at the devious red-head sitting next to her, and turned away quickly reddening and grinning like mad. He caught on immediately, and Hermione heard an intake of breath.
"NO, no, not that!" he said hastily, hitting himself in the head. "I mean next year when I er… graduate, George, Lee and I are planning on getting a flat together in Diagon Ally so we can get premises for the joke shop. But…" Fred trailed off. Hermione, too, had been thinking about this, but had not wanted to bring it up in fear he would remember that she was two years younger. Hermione thought as she became suddenly interested in the scarlet and gold, plush rug in front of the merry fire.
"If…" Hermione thought hard. "If you got enough N.E.W.T.'s then you could stay here as a teacher's aide… or…" she paused again, "maybe you could get your flat in Hogsmade, there's a shop for rent by Madam Puddifoot's that would be perfect for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes." as she finished, Fred snorted with laughter. Hermione immediately became interested in the pillow she had been sitting against on the floor in front of the fire.
"Moi? Fred Weasley, who's twin and himself have their own filing cabinet in Filch's office? A teacher's assistant? That's a good one 'Mione!" Fred exploded with giggles. Hermione was furious.
She glared at him, "Well I don't see you coming up with any ideas Fred Weasley!" she practically yelled. Fred's laughter stopped immediately, he knew she was serious.
"Well," started Fred, "I liked the Hogsmade idea, 'cept Zonkos is going to be run out of business, and we can't have that, can we?" he grinned mischievously. Himself, George and Lee Jordan had already lowered their prophets by the owl-order service they already held. The managers of Zonkos wouldn't even let any three of them inside anymore. Hermione sighed, nodding.
"Well, you could always… write every day, visit all the time, Hogsmade weekends, and Holidays, and…" Hermione looked on the verge of tears… and suddenly she was, she fell into Fred's shoulder, crying for what seemed like ages, and when she finally lifted her head to look at him, her eyes and cheeks were red and puffy. Fred couldn't help but smile. Hermione glared at him again.
"You're so cute when you're sad." he smiled again and kissed the top of her bushy brown head. Hermione forgave him right away, she could resist his smile. She smiled a little and let out a small laugh. He pulled her up to his eye level, her face in his hands. 'He has such soft hands, so gentle' Hermione thought to herself.
"It's okay to say you don't know Hermione." soothed the red-head. He brushed his lips softly against her own and she smiled and laid her head down on his chest, soon their breathing slowed into rhythm together and they were asleep.