Thanks for all the follows and favourites. I have to admit I almost didn't continue this but here we are! Reviews are always appreciated (and encouraged! I'd like to know if you want me to continue this!) Also I don't have a beta reader, if there are errors I can only apologize. I have checked it several times but I am only human after all!

Warning - a little bit of swearing!

Maybe it was just a spur of the moment thing.
Hermiones mind was over anaylising the situation that had just occurred. They had been dancing, enjoying themselves, laughing at how terrible her dancing was and then all of a sudden he kissed her! Fred Weasley of all people! She kissed him back of course, it was the polite thing to do right? Rather kiss him than make a scene and cause unnecessary friction between him and Ron.

Then why could she still feel his lips against hers?

"Hermione are you paying attention?"
Her eyes shot up at her friend "Sorry Gin, what were you saying?" She smiled softly.

Ginny frowned, cocking her head to one side "Are you alright? Geroge didn't upset you?"

"George? Oh right yeah...The shirt" Hermione chuckled "It's Fred, not George, they swapped shirts and he hasn't upset me, not at all, he was quite the gentleman actually, we just danced and talked"

"That I highly doubt, the day Fred and George are chivalrous is the day I'll eat troll bogies!" Ginny declared, giggling with Hermione shot her a look of distaste. "Want some punch?"

"I'm okay for the moment Gin." Hermione smiled, her eyes glancing over around the hall. She tried to kid herself that she was just doing it aimlessly, but she wasn't. She was searching for him and when she found him, when her eyes locked with his she felt a surge of electricity shoot through her body. When he smiled at her, her knees went weak. How on earth could he be doing this to her? Not even an hour ago she was hung up on his younger brother, she still was for goodness sake! She bit on her bottom lip and dragged her eyes away from him. Turning to her friend "Actually, I might go get some air, it's quite stuffy in here."

"Want me to come with you?" Gin cocked her head to the side and frowned at her friend, the concern was evident on her face.

"I'll be fine." Hermione glanced over at the boys playing wizards chess " I think I just need some time to myself, I'll come find you later and please, don't fret about me Gin, I know you have my interests at heart, but I am honestly fine... Although if you do see Ron and Lavender you are more than welcome to hex them on my behald" ahe grinned and gave her friend a quick hug before turning on her heel and making her way out of The Great Hall and opened the stupidly large front doors, breathing a sigh of content as she felt the warm summer air hit her. It had been a strange year, she knew deep inside that things in this world would never be the same. She allowed a soft chuckle to escape from her lips as she realised how stupid she was being. In a world that over the next years was going to be tested in a battle against good an evil. Her and her friends were going to fight, some of them would face their classmates. They were going to kill to survive and some of them would be killed. It was stupid to laugh at something that was a deadly serious situation. But when her biggest concern at the moment was that she had locked lips with Fred Weasley, she found it difficult not to laugh at herself. The whole thing was bloody ridiculous.

She moved down to the steps and planted herself on the top one, her hand running across the smooth stone. Her fingers tracing different patterns across the surface. For some reason she found this a rather therapeutic, it was a simple task which allowed her brain to mull over the things that were causing her distress.

"Hermione?"

She closed her eyes tightly at that voice. Of course she knew her and Fred would have to discuss what had happened at some point... Why couldn't it be 30 years from now? When it's just a silly story that means nothing to them but a nostalgic memory. Like the time when Victor Krum took her to the Yule Ball, or she turned herself into a cat thanks to the Polyjuice Potion. Why couldn't this become a little anecdote that would mean nothing to her in the years to come? She hadn't had time to process her feelings, she didn't even know she had feelings for Fred until tonight.

"Hi Fred..." She breathed heavily, her eyes still focusing on the stone floor she was tracing patterns on. She could feel his eyes watching her but couldn't bear to look at him herself. Guilt was already washing over her face "Can I help you?"

"I just..." He moved over and sat down next to her. "We didn't get to talk about...Y'know"

"Is there anything to talk about?" She tried her best to sound nonchalant but the tremor in her voice gave her away

"Well...You are in love with my brother"

She snorted and lifted her gaze up to look at Fred "Love's a strong word."

"I've seen the way you look at him"

She pursed her lips

"And I've also seen the him hurt you..." Fred murmured and averted his gaze to look out in front of him. The sun was finally beginning to set, the sky was an explosion of colours. Blending into each other and allowing the light that was left to shine brightly onto the ground of Hogwarts.

They both sat in silence and watched the sunset. Hermione's mind was currently in overdrive. The guilt and hit her like a bludger, her emotions making her thinking far from rational.

"He doesn't mean to hurt me... He doesn't even know he's doing it" She breathed "I can't hate him for something he is doing unintentionally."

"Bollocks." Fred tone was sharp and caused Hermione to blink a few times in shock "Ron knows how you feel about him, we've all told him. Many times, he's a fucking coward Hermione. He's a coward for not recognising a good thing when it's right in front of him. He cares about you of course. But he can't see pass your bossiness and snobbery. Yes... You're occasionally a bit of a snob, I've learnt to take it with a pinch of salt. but he takes it as you're not interested in him!"

"What do you expect me to do Fred? March in there and declare my feelings? Cause I wont put them on the line like that, I won't allow myself that sort of humiliation and heartbreak Fred, I need to have some self respect!"

"I'm telling you that unless you make your feeling known, he will never appreciate how stunningly perfect you are."

"I resent that. He appreciates me..." She murmured

"Yeah when you help him with his homework or tell him he's got dirt on his face." Fred snapped, "It frustrates me okay?! How can he not appreciate all that you are! How can he not love the way you smile when you're reading, or the way you wrinkle your nose when you're disgusted by something. Or the way your fingers trace patterns on surfaces when you're thinking. He doesn't see you like i do. These quirks make you Hermione Jean Granger, the most spectacular woman I know, and it makes me so angry that he can't see that."

Hermione stared at him, she was completely speechless. "...i..." Nothing came out.

A pink blush spread across Fred cheeks, "Well, erm...i mean you're alright...For a girl and that"

A laugh escaped Hermione's lips, she rolled her eyes and nudged him playfully "That was very sweet."

"Well... I guess I got caught up in the anger of how much of a twat my brother is." He muttered

She smiled gently and went back to watching the sun descend and the darkness drape across the castle. The night breeze caused Hermione to shiver slightly. Within seconds Fred had draped his jacket around her.

"Why?"

"You were cold I thought..."

"No, I mean, yes I am cold and thanks for the jacket but that wasn't what I was asking." She smiled, turning her body to face him "Why are you being nice to me?"

"I'm always nice..."

"Not like this you're not."

Fred sighed and placed his hand on top of hers, letting his fingers lock with hers "Maybe I think you deserve to be noticed." He leaned down so his forehead was lightly pressed against hers. Her breath hitched in her throat and she closed her eyes tightly

"Fred I...What about Ron."

"He's with Lav." He murmured, letting his lips graze against hers.

In that split second Hermione decided to throw caution to the wind. He was right, Ron was with Lavender, why couldn't she move on as well. Why should she feel guilty for moving on? Fred clearly liked her and she had to admit that the feelings she had towards him were a little more than just a friendship. No one had ever spoken about her in the way he did. She moved her hand to knot in his hair and pressed her lips against his.

The feeling was electrifying.