Author's Note: Thanks for all of the reviews, guys! For some reason, I didn't get an alert about any of them until they ALL came in last night around 11 pm. I guess that's what I get for getting email on my phone, haha. And because a few of the reviews mentioned why they weren't more "upset" (I suppose that's a good word to use) about being attached, that is an extremely valid point, so I'll try to work something into this chapter to make tensions rise. :)

But I do have one thing to say, to Binka!: I'm going to incorporate some of Tangled Web into this. I just didn't like where I was going with that one, so I took the easy way out and quit. I'm determined to make this work, though! I myself can't wait to see where this goes!

I am changing the rating to M; there will be no "TMI" scenes, just I would like to have a little more fun and I would be restricted with the T rating. You have been warned. Now on to the story!

Chapter Two

Hermione paced around Ginny's room, one hand resting against her hip while the other rubbed her temple. That insufferable boy!, Hermione thought. Messing around with spells, and he dare make a joke about it! That's all life is to him, a huge joke, and we're just here to be the entertainment for him! And to barely give me any details! How dare he! You'd think he'd let me know what kind of spell it was! I'll have to look it up, and who knows how long that will take with the lack of a proper library. Unless… Hermione stopped pacing. Fred must have some books on this matter, he was performing what was possible a high-difficulty spell. Yes! There were books that had been lying out on his bed when she had walked in! I'll just wait until he leaves his room, and then I'll go in a snatch one!

Her plan may have succeeded, if it weren't for the fact that the twins decided tonight would be a good night to hole themselves up in their rooms. Hermione walked up and down the stairs so many times, her legs were sore by the time it reached midnight. Ron and Harry had just disappeared up the staircase to head to bed, while Ginny had excused herself over an hour ago. Hermione sat alone in the empty living room, contemplating her choices. She could either wait until the morning, or sneak into the room now while they were asleep and retrieve the book. Morning was too far away for her, she couldn't possibly wait until then. She jumped off the couch and hurried up the stairs.

At the second landing, she paused outside of their room. With her ear to the door, she listened for a good minute, waiting to see if they were still awake, but all she heard was light snoring. Slowly, she turned the handle and pushed the door open. Enough moonlight was coming through the window that she could make out the shapes of the beds and mounds of clothing and other things on the floor. Slowly, she crept to the far side of the room. She glanced at the bed, making sure Fred hadn't wakened, but he showed no signs of movement. She kneeled down and felt around the floor; nothing. Her eyes adjusted to the low light, she looked up to his bedside table and saw a stack of books sitting there. She crawled slowly, wincing as she hit a squeaky floorboard, and reached up to grab the book on the top of the pile. After successfully managing to grab it, she hurried as quietly as possible out of the room. She slowly pulled the door behind her so that there was a crack left.

Hermione settled herself down outside of the door on the landing and opened the book. She had heard the last of the spell, "Momentia," and was hoping that she would be able to find it easily. She was successful in her pursuit after five minutes of searching. She settled herself back against the wall and began to read:

Adoria Momentia, otherwise known as the "love damnation spell," is used by the most extreme searchers of love. One must simply cast the spell on those who they wish to gain attention from, and that person shall gradually begin to find themselves attached emotionally, and physically, to the caster of the spell. Likewise, the caster of the spell, having said and performed the spell, will be under its power, too, and will begin to attach themselves emotionally and physically to the other.

The attachment includes having to be physically near the other, and having to be emotionally attached to the other. This, however, does not mean that one must like the other. This is why, often times, this spell is paired with a love potion, so as to gain the attachment along with the requited love. If not paired, and if given the wrong circumstances with the wrong person, the attachment can hinder any future plans or relationships that one wishes to have.

This spell is highly dangerous, as there is no counterspell. As said before, only the most extreme searchers have resorted to this type of magic. They will never be able to part from the person, unless under the circumstance of death.

Hermione's eyes widened. She dropped the book beside her and put her head in her hands, shaking it slowly. She was fuming; forever stuck to that prat, Fred Weasley. That prat, would hadn't bothered to tell her how serious this was! Never before had she experienced this type of anger! How dare he do this to her! How dare he wish this upon her! "Damnation spell," indeed!

Hermione sat there for a while longer, letting herself calm down a reasonable amount before getting ready to return the book. She slowly let herself back into the room, and without bothering to crawl this time, slipped the book back onto the table. Just as she was turning to leave, a hand grabbed a hold of her arm, and she let out a loud gasp.

"Sshh!" Fred hissed, reaching up and covering her mouth with his hand to stifle the noise. "You're going to wake George up, and this would be a bit hard to explain, wouldn't you think?" Hermione glared at him, not realizing that he couldn't see her due to lack of light. "So what," Fred continued in a barely audible whisper, letting his hand slip from her mouth, "You already can't resist me? You already need some Fred time?"

Hermione drew in a deep gulp of arm, anger returning to her, vibrating through her. She slammed her finger into his chest. "HOW DARE YOU NOT TELL ME HOW SERIOUS THIS IS!" she hissed loudly. "YOU THINK YOU CAN PLAY WITH OTHER PEOPLES LIVES BUT YOU CAN'T!"

Fred was about to retaliate when shuffling came from the other side of the room; George had awoken, and was shifting to look over on Fred's side of the room to figure out what had woken him. Fred quickly grabbed Hermione and pulled down onto the bed next to him, on the side away from George, his larger body blocking hers from view. He also put a finger over her lips, for good measure.

"Wassamatta, Fred?" George groggily sat up.

"Nothing, just a cat outside, I reckon," Fred answered. "Go on back to sleep."

George seemed to think this was a reasonable answer and flipped back over to fall asleep once again. Fred leaned forward so his mouth was placed right next to Hermione's ear, and whispered so softly she could barely hear, "George can't know you're in here, he'll rat and tell Mum. We need to wait for him to fall asleep before you can leave. Do you understand?" Hermione was about to answer when he pushed harder against her lips with his finger. "Don't speak, I know you're angry with me, but we cannot be caught. I'll explain everything tomorrow, if you just agree. Do you agree?" Hermione slowly nodded her head. "Can I take my finger off your lips now and you'll behave." Hermione slammed her elbow into his side; he'd obviously offended her. Nonetheless, she nodded in agreement and he removed his finger.

A twin sized bed was not nearly big enough for the two of them; yes, Hermione was skinny and petite, but Fred was tall with a decent amount of muscles. Together on the bed, they were smashed against one another. Hermione was still fuming; she didn't want a part in this, but here she was, stuck. Fred, on the other hand, was worried. Hermione had been returning a book when she came in the room, meaning she had read the full extent of what the spell meant. He'd been hoping to keep it from her, at least for the time being.

I don't know what the bloody hell I'm going to do about this, he thought. Stuck with Hermione Granger for the rest of my life. Constant rules and nagging and being told that I'm not doing good enough, that I should do more, that I can't do this or that. Constant unhappiness, is what that girl is. Never good enough, never nearly good enough. I've condemned myself.

That was when Hermione shifted and relaxed a little; she was falling asleep. Fred knew George wasn't asleep yet, and there was nothing he could do, but falling asleep was risky. He reached over her body to shake her to wake up, when something in his heart pulled; something was telling him to let her sleep, to let her lay there and be comfortable. He tried to reach once again, but this time the pull in his heart was stronger and hurt a bit. A lay his arm limp against his side and sighed. The attachment was beginning to take form. Oh bloody hell, what have I gotten myself into…