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Hermione was feeling more relaxed than she had in days. At first. Then it hit her that she had slept in a stranger's home. There was a moment of pure panic. This was not like her at all. She sighed. The bed was comfortable though and it smelled amazing. She knew that she couldn't stay much longer though or she would be late for class, something that had never happened. She stretched almost lazily. Swinging her legs out of the bed she stuffed her feet into her slippers to avoid the hell that was cold tile floors. She padded to the bathroom to relieve herself and caught a glimpse of the carnage. There were people sleeping on the floor in what she imagined was one massive hangover. There cups littering the apartment and she had a great desire to start tidying but it wasn't her place. And quite frankly, it served them right to have to clean up this mess after the ruckus they caused last night.

She headed towards the kitchen after using her finger and a bit of toothpaste to freshen up. She walked in in hopes of finding coffee and found instead a very shirtless, very fit, very attractive ginger making pancakes. Who cooks shirtless? That's just reckless. He greeted her with a smile and a chipper good morning. She could not speak. She merely blushed and struggled to look away from his chest. He was very well built, not that she had much to compare to. Ron and Harry were not unfit but they merely kept trim and seemed to be rather slight. He was far from bulging, she didn't think it possible at his height, but his broad shoulders were impressively sturdy looking and his chest appeared much broader than she had first thought. She would not look further to access his abdominal muscles or the thin trail of red hair below his navel that led down to a pair of dark jeans.

She didn't want to think about her own appearance because she had caught a glimpse in the mirror. Her mane was looking more like a lion's that usual and she was suddenly very conscious about the exposed skin of her legs. She was tempted to try to flatten her hair or tug her shirt down a bit but what good would it do at this point?

"This is the part where you say 'Morning, Freddie, my you look handsome! Are those pancakes? You're a bachelor who can cook. Be still my beating heart!'" He said flipping a perfectly browned cake.

"Coffee first." She said softly. His teasing was a bit too much before she fully woke up.

"Cups are in that cabinet. Coffee is in the pot on the counter."

She opened the cabinet he pointed to. She stared at the shelf. Surely he was kidding. She stretched to reach a mug and her finger brushed the very edge. She huffed. She tried again, this time flailing slightly. No luck. She needed coffee and these mugs insisted on taunting her.

"Easy there, little one. Don't hurt yourself." He said grabbing a mug and handing it to her.

"I'm not little. You're abnormally tall." She grumbled as she poured herself a cup of dark caffeine.

He gave her a mock pout and turned abruptly to cross his arms like a child. "No breakfast for you."

She rolled her eyes and they landed on the clock. That had to be wrong. Her internal clock was never wrong.

"That clock has to be wrong." She said while blowing on her coffee.

"Yeah. It's about 20 minutes slow." He said sliding the contents of his pan onto a plate creating a tower of perfectly cooked disks.

She mumbled a mild curse. She rushed to finish her coffee, burning her tongue and groaning in the process. She ran back to the room to get her robe. She tripped over someone on her way out. She yelled her thanks without looking back. She beat on her door with determination. Harry and his escapades be damned. Draco opened the door looked very pleased and pissed at the same time. He was also very naked. Hermione wanted to lecture him about etiquette but she just didn't have the time. She pushed past him without a greeting. He was partly to blame for her being late.

She was bouncing into a pair of jeans and trying to clip her hair back when she noticed Harry sleeping soundly in her bed sporting a number of dark hickies. She sincerely hoped he remembered at least some of last night. She snapped a photo before pulling on a jumper and grabbing her bag and shoes. She ran out the door telling Draco not to worry about locking up and to help himself to anything in the kitchen. No that there was much.

She ran out the door and started shoving her feet into her shoes, hopping down the hallway. She was trying desperately to keep moving and to keep her bag from throwing her off balance. It felt heavier than usual this morning. Fred was standing in the door of his apartment wearing a smirk but still no shirt. He waved a piece of bacon at her.

"Breakfast, neighbor?"

She contemplated it for half a second before using her mouth to grab it while she adjusted her shoe. "Fanks." She mumbled around the strip before turning away to rush to class. Her teacher luckily decided not to punish her by kicking her out of class. She was grateful for her excellent attendance record as it saved her in moments such as these. Granted, these moments were far and few between. She didn't really need to attend this particular lesson. She had read the chapter and made notes in advance but she enjoyed having a more complete understanding and it was possible that the teacher may have something of value to add.

She finished her lessons and messaged Ginny that she would meet her for a late lunch before she headed to work. She needed to catch up her ginger friend was so rarely free. She had practice and training and family events. Her mother, sweet creature that she is, was adamant about the children coming home for dinner as frequently as possible. Ginny was one of the few female friends that Hermione had and she liked her a lot. Ginny had a blatant honesty and captivating energy that made her impossible to hate.

Hermione was seated in a small cafe reading when Ginny walked in. She waved her over. Ginny had a sort of easy grace that made girls envious. She was extremely comfortable in her body and she had every right to be. Hermione was mostly envious of her hair. Ginny rarely did anything special with it but the smooth, copper locks made her heart turn. She would kill for hair that tame. Ginny sat down in front of her and snatched half of her sandwich. She took a generous bite.

"I'm starving! They ran us out today." She said dropping her bag on the ground.

"You could always order your own." Hermione said with no real concern. She was willing to share.

"When I can have yours? Never." Ginny flashed a toothy grin before flagging down the waiter to order her own food.

Hermione thought the grin looked a bit too familiar. She distinctly recalled seeing a very similar grin earlier that morning and a few times last night as well.

"Ginny, how many brothers do you have exactly?"

"Six. Why?"

"You, uhm, don't happen to have twin brothers?"

"Mhm." She mumbled around another bite of sandwich. She raised a brow at Hermione's silence. "'Mione? Why?"

Hermione gave a nervous chuckle. "I think I slept at your brother's place last night."

Ginny's mouth fell open and bit of sandwich fell out.

Poor Mione. I haven't really thought about who to put Ginny with, if I should put her with anyone at all.

Let me know what you think in the reviews :) More Mione and Fred interactions in the next chapter. More George too! Hope you enjoyed!