I heard soft footsteps outside of my door. I lived in a flat above my book shop, Bookworms & Such, and I lived there alone. I grabbed the first thing I could find off of the bedside table and stood up.

I heard tapping of feet on the hardwood floor, and I opened my door quickly before I lost the courage.

Outside of my door was none other than Fred Weasley.

Of course, when I opened the door I didn't know it was him yet. So I swung and hit him in the head with the object that I'd picked up. It happened to be a hairbrush.

He grabbed his head as I watched a red bump rise above the rest of his scalp. I reached for my wand (Why hadn't I grabbed that before the hairbrush?! Really?!) and made the bump go down.

"Oh Merlin, Fred, I am so sorry!" I cried. He lifted his head from his hands and nodded.

"It's fine, 'Mione. Really."

"What are you doing in my house at 3 in the morning, anyway?!" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"I came in to ask you if you had any spare book bindings for an old book George and I had, but I suppose you had other plans." He said that last part sarcastically, and I blushed. I ran down to my shop to look for book bindings that I wouldn't need for any of the books in my shop.

I brought one up and handed it to him. I couldn't help but notice him staring at me, so I looked at myself to see what was wrong when I'd noticed. I was pretty much in a sport's bra and underwear, because that's how I always sleep because I normally don't expect random guys to show up at my doorstep at 3 AM. I quickly accio'd my robe and stuck my tongue out at him. I know, childish, right? Well, I'm either silly or crabby when I'm tired, so he's rather lucky to get the silly side.

"Is that it?" I asked him. He began to nod, but then he shook his head "no."

"What else?" I asked. He took a deep breath and looked down.

"GeorgeleftforAngelina'sandI'mscaredofthedark." He said, not understandable.

"Fred, speak up."

"George left for Angelina's, and I'm afraid of the dark and being alone." He said, blushing. I couldn't help but laugh a bit before letting him into my flat.

"You can have the couch, just don't mess anything up." I said. I went up to my bedroom, leaving the living area's light on for wittle Freddie.

The next morning I didn't wake up to birds chirping, but rock & roll music booming. I ran down to the living area to see what was going on when I found Fred doing air guitar on the floor.

"FRED!" I screamed. He smirked and shut off the music.

"Figured that'd wake you up. You missed your alarm." He said. Suddenly, I was greatful.

George ended up staying at Angelina's for the next 3 nights, so he slept in my flat. And once George came back, he didn't want to leave. I didn't even kick him out. Why? You ask. Well, let's just say our Bookworm and out Prankster felt more than friendship on those few nights. And, might I add, have made a little girl due in 3 months. A little girl who I love very, very much.

(A/N: Based on a true event...my dad was outside the hall and I hit him with a hairbrush, because that's just what I grabbed. Everything after was my mind's stupid creation. So, uhm, yay? =])