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Ginny's breathing evened after a few short minutes of lying down, but Hermione was not the least bit tired. The entire house was almost silent, except for the dull banging of the pipes in the attic. No doubt that the ghoul residing there was restless also.

"Silencio!" She heard a muffled yell from above. The banging stopped at the spell's command, and a few moments later, she could hear Ron's soft snoring resume above her. She turned onto her side, making herself more comfortable, but still, sleep could not find her. She took one more glance at Ginny, who was fast asleep, a smile resting softly upon her dreaming face, and decided to sneak into Fred's room.

Hermione got out of bed as quietly as possible, picked up her wand, and made her way to the door.

"Alohamora," she said silently, tapping the door handle with her wand. The door swung open an inch, and she nudged it with her foot enough to squeeze through. Shutting the door softly, she tiptoed down the hall to the twin's room. She stood outside the door and listened closely. She could not hear anything and took that as a good sign, although she was sure their bedroom had a silence charm on it. After all the explosions that had been heard there the previous summers, it had been eerily quiet since their return. Hopefully George is asleep. She thought to herself.

"Alohamora," she whispered again. The door opened silently on its hinges. She quickly stepped into the dark room and shut the door behind her. A small amount of moonlight filtered into the room through its only window, and she made her way to Fred's bed. He was sleeping soundly on his side, facing her, his breathing deep and even. She set her wand on the table beside his bed and lifted the covers, crawling in beside him. Across the room, George was snoring softly into his pillow.

Hermione wrapped an arm around Fred's stomach, caressing his back gently. She pulled herself closer and kissed him gently on the lips.

"Hmm…Hermione?" Fred asked, still half sleeping.

"No," she replied sarcastically. "It's me, Ronald."

Fred opened up one eye to gaze at her in mock disgust, and pretended to vomit into his pillow. "I was hoping you would come to visit me tonight," he told her, pulling her closer and wrapping his arms around her waist comfortably. He kissed her gently on the lips, holding her tighter as she kissed him back. He ran his tongue along her lower lip, tracing it, physically asking permission to deepen the kiss. She parted her lips and let his tongue meet hers, massaging it gently with her own.

Fred's mouth left Hermione's to trail wet kisses down her neck and upper chest, stopping just at the top of her tank top. He returned to her mouth and kissed her passionately again, one hand moving underneath the back of her tank top to caress her lower back. Her own hands were moving up and down Fred's chest, feeling the defined muscles under her warm hands.

Hermione bent her knee and slowly slid it up Fred's legs to let it rest between his thighs. He moaned quietly as she rubbed it up and down, causing his arousal to grow harder. She kissed her way down his neck as he laid her down gently on her back, resting carefully on top of her. His mouth met hers once again in a fiery kiss. His hands traveled slowly from her back to her chest, where one firmly cupped her breast through the thin fabric of her tank top.

"Fred," Hermione moaned as he parted her thighs with his knee.

"Ehem," they both heard suddenly. "Don't mean to interrupt the party, but you do know that I'm not deaf, dear brother, correct?" George asked, sitting up slightly in his bed. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't have your little snogging sessions while I am three steps away." He exaggerated a shudder.

Hermione and Fred had quickly pulled apart, but were still breathing heavily.

"Sorry for disturbing you, George," Fred said, annoyed. "I had no idea we were being loud enough to wake you."

"Oh not at all. I was only jerked out of a beautiful dream by cries of pleasure…Oh, Fred!" he mimicked.

"Oh, Merlin," Hermione said, slapping her forehead in embarrassment. "I'm so sorry, George. Really, I just slipped in real quick to say goodnight to Fred and-"

"It's alright Hermione," George cut her off, laughing. "It's not as if I heard you two shagging." He paused. "You weren't shagging were you?"

"No," replied Fred. "Now go back to sleep, brother dearest. I'm sorry we woke you."

"Quite alright," George answered, settling back into his bed. "I'm sure a few months of counseling will put my pure little mind back at ease."

"Pure?" Fred snorted. "Ha!"

George smiled and rolled over to face the wall. "Nighty night, dear friends," He said through a yawn. "Just try to be a bit more gentle please. I get a little frightened when I wake up to find my bedsprings creaking from the force of your devious excitement."

"How embarrassing," Hermione groaned, sinking her head into Fred's pillow. George's breathing had already turned into quiet snores once again, and she was sure there was a smile on his face, dreaming up ways to embarrass them tomorrow.

Hermione rolled onto her side. "I should probably get back to Ginny's room before we get caught by anyone else." She whispered as Fred wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her from behind.

"No, stay," he pleaded, pulling her hair back and kissing her cheek softly. "Just for a little bit."

Hermione sighed. She knew it was pointless to argue with Fred. She turned her head to face him and kissed him quickly, not wanting to risk George waking again. She turned her head around and snuggled back into him. She could feel something poking her gently in the back and realized he was still hard. "Fred!" she whispered laughing.

"It was your doing," he grumbled, pretending to be upset. She could hear him murmur something about her being a tease as well. She hit him playfully on the shoulder.

"Sorry Fred. Some other time perhaps when your twin isn't four feet away."

"I'll hold you to that," he replied. Hermione laid her head on his chest as Fred wrapped an arm around her waist. "Goodnight, Love," he whispered.

"Night," Hermione replied, falling quickly into a deep, dreamless sleep.