Wow, I feel like a ninja! This is the fourth chapter in (oh, I dunno) a week? Good Lord, what happened to my life? Oh right...that flew right out the window and was replaced with fremione love.

So! Chapter 4 now chaps! This shall slowly lead into where they're going...soon enough...BUAHAHAHA!

Also, J.K. Rowling, just so you know, I don't plan on killing anyone off, so it's all good if I use Fred and Hermione just a bit more...right?

...I'll take that as a yes.

Right on! Enjoy!

New Years. A new year to start off a year of peace and prosperity for every wizard and muggle born human. For muggles, they saw it as another new year just like the years that were new before it.

For wizards, however, it was the dawn of a year without Voldemort.

George had insisted they keep Weasley's Wizard Wheezes open New Years Eve. Fred had continuously insisted that no one would show. But that was where he was wrong.

Hermione had never seen so many customers in her life. There were almost a hundred people in the shop. And even though she knew it was bigger on the inside than it was on the outside, it still felt cramped to her. She had to get away.

"Uh!" she muttered, pressing her back against the inside of the nearest door she could find. The room was dark, the smell of pine trees clearing her mind. "Much better. Must be the broom closet." She reached out, searching for a handle of some sort, a mop that might be of use later if a small child accidentally got their hand on the vomit candies again…

"Hermione?" She was suddenly on edge. The light that peeked into the small room disappeared again, leaving her to wonder.

"Fred?" No answer. "Okay Fred, this isn't funny." Still no answer. "Okay, if you don't come out, I will scream. One…two…" she took a large lungful of air.

"Shhhhhh!" Fred placed his hand over her mouth just in time to hear her breath hiss from between his fingers.

She shoved him away again, playfully. "You didn't answer me you twat!"

He pulled her closer. "I couldn't help it. You've got the prettiest voice when you're scared. But not as pretty when you're laughing." As if on cue, he dug his fingers into her sides, causing her to squeal with delight. She tried to shimmy away, only to hit a wall. Something fell of the top shelf, hitting her head. She hissed in pain. "Ouch! Fred, look what you did!"

He froze. "God, I…I'm so sorry." He sounded like he was in pain.

"Fred?"

"I'm so sorry…it's my fault! All my fault!" He began to hyperventilate. She heard him fall to the floor.

"Lumos!" The tip of her wand glowed the familiar blue all wizards were accustomed to. Fred was crouched on the ground, the same position he was in that night when she heard his screams. His eyes were dilated, his breath ragged and shallow, like he had been shot. Tears were forming.

"Fred! Fred. It's okay." She sat next to him, pulled him close. "It's okay. Nothing is your fault. You did nothing wrong."

"Yes I did! I shouldn't have-,"

She placed a finger on his lips. "None of that nonsense Fred Weasley. Now look at me." He looked away at the opposite wall. "LOOK AT ME."

Their eyes locked. "Fred Weasley, you have done nothing wrong. You are a strong, amazing man. Don't let what happened in the past take over your future!"

The things he saw in her eyes at that moment were almost more than he could handle. Comfort, warmth, but above those, an everlasting knowledge of the truth. She knew everything. And the words were coming from that pretty little mouth…

"Hermione…" he whispered. "…you…you're…oh bugger it." He latched his mouth to hers.

She was expecting it. Was almost aching for it actually. She let him press into her, the kiss slightly awkward due to their positions sitting on the floor, but the buzz she got from the feeling of his lips pressed to hers, his tongue asking for entrance along her bottom lip…that was a high she would never get down from.

Yup yup! I can see what's happening...and they don't have a clue...in the midst of the romantic atmosphere, this duo is gonna havesomesexysnogscomingup!

Lolz. Lion King.