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Fred's POV:
We arrived at the Gryffindor Tower out of breath, and happy for me to see, sweaty. I watched Hermione as she bent over, trying to catch her breath, and stretched. Seeing the beads of sweat roll gently down her skin sent my imagination into overdrive. Her skirt and blouse were all crinkly and messy and her hair was, as always, bushy and unrestrained. She had the look of someone who had just been caught in a broom closet with her boyfriend.
"Fred..?" Her sweet breath rolled through my mind like toffee.
"Yes, 'Mione?" I walk over to what I know full well is her favourite armchair and sat in it lazy. She came and sat in my lap and snuggled her head into my neck. As I willed myself to stay calm and not get too excited, I slung my arms around her waist and breathed in the scent of her. The smell of ink and mint hit me like a jackhammer to the head as I realised once again how much I loved this little witch, all snug in my arms.
"Why are guys so insensitive and ghastly?" She whispered, almost too softly for me to hear. I wish I hadn't.
I lifted her head up to mine and stared into her eyes. "Who was it and what did they do?" I practically growled. I wanted to go and find them right that second and make them cry.
She looked anywhere but me as she whispered, "Ron just doesn't realise how I feel about him and he basically flaunts the fact that he doesn't like me. I just... I don't know..." She had tears in her eyes and was sniffling slightly.
I felt my stomach tighten into a knot and my heart break into tiny little pieces. I couldn't do it. I couldn't give her advice on how to win my brother's heart. I wanted to hurt my little brother. I wasn't ever supposed to want to do that. I was angry. God, was I angry, but I also wanted to cry. Not little, wimpy crying but big, fat tears of overwhelming misery. I just couldn't care anymore about Ron's feelings. I had to think about mine. I lifted her eyes to mine and forced her to look at me. "Hermione, I'm sort of glad that he doesn't." Her face paled as I spoke the words into the empty common room. Sue stood up and started to leave but I quickly continued before she ran away, "I'm glad because, well, um, I love you and I'll do anything to win your heart from Ron."
Hermine just stood there. She didn't say anything, which scared me the most. She was so disgusted in me that she couldn't even talk to me. I mean, she liked my little brother. Of course she was creeped out. "But we're such good friends..." was all that she said.
I looked down and tugged at the hem of my shirt. "I like being your friend 'Mione, but i'd love to be more." She sat down and closed her eyes, massaging her temples. She opened her mouth to say something more but A group of second years walked in. She glared at them, as if hexing them for interrupting this moment. I noticed her concern to say anything further and quickly walked over to her and whispered into her ear. "It's ok. We'll take this up to my room, yeah?"
She slowly nodded and followed me up to my room, letting my lead her by the hand. It let my heart smile a bit. After our ascension into my shared room we both just sat on my bed, quite close, actually.
"So... There isn't something wrong with, me?" I balked at Hermione's words.
How could she ever think that something was unappealing about her? It was inconceivable! "How... Why... No!" I yelled. I didn't understand how this was happening.
"So then boys found me attractive and disgusting?" The way her hair was falling across her face was disproving her point.
"Hermione, you are gorgeous. Guys find you attractive beyond belief. Seamus Finnigan has had a crush on you since your second year. I've been bullying him away from you for years." I longed to touch her, to stroke her face, to hold her hand.
"So...", she started, before blushing, "you wouldn't mind if I did this?" She slowly placed her hand on my leg and slowly rubbed it, moving it higher and higher.
I gasped in surprise and looked into her eyes longingly. I thought holding her hand was something electrifying. "No... No, I would not."
She looked into my eyes as she slowly reached over and kissed me.
