I'll Keep You My Dirty Little Experiment

By: ElmoruthPotterfan6

A/N: It, indeed, has been too long. I didn't plan it to be this way, of course. I wanted to work on my plot development and sometimes I snuck in some homework time for my classes. This May, I would be graduating from Community College (woo-hoo me) and it came to my attention that I may have been neglecting my stories. I have. For this, I can only try to make it better by a quick update, right? Maybe. I believe this would help me kick myself into gear and release some of what I was working on (not too much, just two stories…maybe one additional, new short…) I am going to try to commit myself to releasing something within a week. So, keep a look out!

Now, what you all have been waiting for….. PART TWO!

Hermione woke up later than her usual ungodly wake up call. She laid still, hoping that maybe she would be able to fall back asleep again. There was no luck. She sighed and slowly stretched. She started at her feet and worked her way up to her shoulders. Hermione could say, without a doubt, that she slept better than she did in a long time. There was something about last night that was different; something different about this morning as well, but Hermione couldn't put her finger on it.

Oh, that's right, the red-haired man sleeping naked beside her. How could she have forgotten?

Seeing Fred gave her a start. She was too preoccupied with feeling completely rested, and no wonder why. Guilt rolled heavily in her stomach. How could she have let this happen? Of course she liked him, hell her feelings for him would make even a Twin blush. But this? Jumping on him like a hormonal teenage girl wasn't like her. Oh, what had she done? What had they done?

The body beside her started to stir. Hermione grabbed at the sheets around her and covered herself up respectfully. She wasn't sure how his feelings would carry on into the morning. It wasn't as if she had constant experience of this occurrence to base it upon, or any experience like it at all.

"Morning," said a muffled Fred. He yawned and stretched a little, not bothering to cover himself up as Hermione did herself. He winked, "How did you sleep?"

Hermione sat up and pulled the sheet around her tighter, "Fine." Her reply was short.

"I slept wonderfully, thank you for asking," Fred joked, smiling at her. Hermione didn't smile back at him. She stared down at the sheet she covered herself with. She couldn't dare herself to look at him. His hair was tussled from sleep and the night before. His face was sweet and the smile sprawled on it could melt snow on Christmas. Not only was he bare chested, but he was naked. Oh, Merlin, what had she gotten herself into?

"Hermione?" Fred sat up next to her. Hermione had to bite her lip. "What is wrong?"

There was no denying that this scene was right. It was perfect and her poor little heart couldn't handle it. But her head, the damned thing, told her something wasn't right. It kept telling her that no matter how perfect it felt, it shouldn't have been acquired the way it had.

"Hermione?" he asked again. Fred took a hand and placed it under her chin. He coaxed her to look at him. From one look at his eyes, she nearly exploded with pleasure.

"Please tell me," said Fred, but Hermione didn't see his mouth moving. Her head spun.

"I think- " she started, her voice small. She started again, "I think that there has been a mistake. I'm not like this." It was easy for her to confess herself to him. Hermione couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy about how easy it really was.

"I know, Love," he kissed her forehead.

"But it was sudden," the words flew out of her mouth, "So…unplanned…so…" Hermione trailed off seeing Fred's smile spread wider on his face. An electric shock conducted through her. Oh…no…

"What was in that experiment?" she asked. Her voice grew sharp.

That wiped the smile from Fred's face. She saw him calculate the look on her face. Fred reached over his side of the bed and to the floor where he had placed it.

"It was a relaxing spray, it helps for sleeping."

Hermione looked at him as if it weren't the truth. She indeed felt better and slept better, but she was now sure that wasn't what it was.

"Honestly, Hermione," he said, placing the experiment out of sight. "It helps aid sleep…and it may cause some heightened emotions."

"May cause?"

"Okay, it does cause heighted emotions."

Hermione couldn't help but feel mad. She was used as a test subject for this potion, this experiment, and flung herself to the guy who held her strongest feelings. It may have been the liquid, but she couldn't blame it entirely on that. She had made a fool of herself. Of course if she flung herself onto him, Fred would react the way he did. She half expected what she thought she heard him say was just her imagination. Hermione covered her face with her hands.

"Hermione?"

"Please go," she said into her hands. It was muffled, but she was sure he heard clearly.

After a moment, she felt him get off the bed and eventually shutting the door behind him as he left. Upon hearing the soft click of the door, Hermione flung herself out of bed. Her emotions were so raw that no words came to her, no thoughts could describe what her emotions were telling her. She felt angry, exposed, and, most of all, foolish. Hermione wrapped her house-cloak around herself. Facing in the mirror, she sighed. Oh, Merlin, what had she done?

Hermione calmed down enough to be able to put words with her thoughts. She would have to get a new apartment, a new job. Facing what she done, how irrationally she acted, was almost too much. How would she be able to look Fred in the eye again? How could she work with him, knowing that he might think of her as being no more in control of her hormones than a schoolgirl? Where would she start looking for a job similar to what she was doing? She loved working at the Twin's shop. She didn't feel like she worked for them, but worked with them. They liked her opinions and enjoyed her comments about a particular recipe or how to deal with a particular thing in the shop. She would miss it no doubt. She wouldn't come across another job like it.

Hermione turned to her bed. She was going to wash her sheets. While they were in the wash, she was going to inform the Twins that it would be time for her to find her own flat. She then would give them her two weeks nottice. She hoped that was enough time for them to find someone to replace her at the shop and give her enough time to find a new flat to move into. She could always find a small job at a bookshop or something.

She was almost done pulling the sheets and blankets off of her bed when she saw it. The experimental spray bottle. Hermione sighed and picked it up from the floor. She placed it on the dresser. That was when she noticed the note attached to the neck of the bottle. She blinked at it; she didn't notice it before.

To my love.

Hermione read it again. And again. And again. She turned the note over. It was blank. She turned it over and read the message again. Hermione closed her eyes and swore a few choice words to herself. If she wasn't a fool before last night, she made one of herself this morning.

Hermione looked at her shut door. Oh, Merlin, what was she going to do now? She had to talk to him, to apologize.

Giving herself a few minutes to think of what to say, she put on a pair of sweatpants and another stolen shirt from Fred. Opening her door slowly, she looked across the hall to where the Twin's rooms were. Nobody. Hermione stretched her neck around the corner to where she could see the living room. Fred sat on the couch in his boxer shorts. In his hands was a rather ragged copy of a title-less book. He quickly looked up at her as she slowly walked closer to him. Cupped in her hands was the little spray bottle experiment. Fred, as observing as he was, gave her a little smile. It was a smile of understanding rather than 'I told you so'. She placed the bottle in front of him on the coffee table. She wasn't sure what to say. After a moment of collecting her thoughts, she took a big breath.

"I was wrong," she said. It was the most important thing she needed to say. "I'm sorry. I was wrong. I just thought…well…It doesn't matter what I thought. I was wrong. I'm sorry."

"I know, Love," he smiled at her. He placed the book down on the coffee table and reached to her. He grabbed her hands and pulled her onto his lap.

After a while of silence, Fred broke it up. "It really is for sleeping, you know. We knew you were working so hard at the shop and we wanted to reward you with a nice, relaxing rest. There was something we couldn't counter-act, though, the heightened emotion part. George tried a few attempts on Angelina, but she wasn't so happy about it. With the spray, she yelled at him to stop testing on her. It was something we couldn't work around. I can't tell you how glad I am that you didn't go off yelling at me."

"Oh no, I'm not mad I'm just in…" Hermione held herself back.

Fred kissed her gently on the lips. "I know, Love. Me too."

A/N: Again, please look out for my latest project. I can't wait to show it to you all!