DISCLAIMER- sadly, I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters.
Hermione, Ron, Harry and the Weasley twins were sitting at the Griffindor table having lunch when Fred suddenly leaned across the table and whispered under his breath to Hermione "Hey, Hermione, can I have I word?" Hermione looked up and was surprised. Fred, for the first time in his life, looked underconfident, awkward and uncomfortable.
"Yes, of course." Fred stood up, and with a look signalling for Hermione to follow, left the Hall. Hermione, bewildered, followed him out. But as she looked back at the table on her way out, she could of sworn she saw George smirking to himself. She saw Fred enter the unused broom cupboard just off the Hall. She again followed, her puzzlement and curiosity growing. Once inside, she found it a little on the small side and looked up at Fred, who still looked uncomfortable and as if he was building himself up to say something. Hermione decided to prompt him, wanting to leave the small broom cupboard and go back to lunch. "What did you want to say to me?"
"Hermione... Can I ask you a personal question?" Fred blurted out. Hermione's curiosity was growing by the minute. What personal question could he ask her, and possibly not George? But there was a sort of pleading, needing look on his face so she replied,
"Sure, what is it?" And then suddenly his lips were pressed firmly against hers, his red hair the only thing she could see, and a burst of happiness, a feeling of bliss spreading through her until he quickly pulled away. When she looked up at him, his face was as red as his hair and Hermione could feel her face heating up too. They stared at each other for a second, but it seemed like an hour, until Hermione found her voice again. "Fred... Why... How...?" And he started shifting about and dropped his gaze.
"I... I really like you Hermione... It um... started a while ago really... I just had to see... If you feel the same..." He finally looked up, and was surprised to see Hermione smiling at him.
"Yes, Fred. I do" And she was glad to see his cocky smile return, the smile she was so used to seeing on him. And as he kissed her again, the cupboard no longer felt small and all thoughts of lunch were forgotten.
(A/N, I know it's short, but it's my first one. I will try to make the other chapters longer. All reviews are welcomed, especially constructive criticism ones. Thanks!)