A/N: Does anyone even read these? I don't own it. If I did Fremione would be cannon. Sorry its taking me so long, I hurt my shoulder and have had a helluva time typing.
Hermione was wide awake. Her nap concluded right before tea time. A solid three hour nap. She groaned as she stretched out. Her back popped and cracked as her muscles complained. She rolled her right shoulder trying to get feeling back in the numb limb. Hermione let out a quick yawn before sitting up straight. Molly came in.
"Oh we found you dear," she said, "I'll have Fred bring you up some tea and scones. You missed lunch."
Hermione tried to ignore her grumbling stomach. "That sounds lovely. I fell asleep."
"That's what Sirius said. He closed the door and told everyone not to bother you. Upon pain or death." Molly smiled. "Are you feeling better?"
Hermione nodded, "A bit."
"Then I'll get you some tea. It'll perk you right up," Molly said before slipping out of the library.
Hermione sat in silence for a few minutes with her thoughts. She closed her eyes again.
"Fred dear, can you take this up to Hermione. She's finally awake." Molly passed the tray off on the young man. "And don't do anything to it!"
Fred nodded, "Yes mum." He headed up towards the library. The tray shaking with every step he took. He knocked on the library door twice before coming in.
Hermione's eyes were still closed. He studied her curves and curls as she took deep steady breaths. He smiled at her.
"Hermione wake up, love." He sat the tray down. "Hermione?"
She opened her eyes. "Hi," she whispered.
He sat beside her, uninvited. "Are you okay?"
She nodded, "I don't know what happened. I took two minutes to think and now its after two."
Fred laughed. "I have something for you tonight."
Hermione's face lit up. She thought for a moment. "Is it going to punch me?"
Fred laughed, and brushed back a few strands of her hair. A very intimate gesture. "Never. I think you'll appreciate it."
She bent and took her cup of tea. "I appreciate moments like this. But I know you never go half way so I can't wait to see what you have planned."
Fred leaned in and kissed her cheek gently. "I'll see you then." He stood to go.
"You can stay you know. I enjoy company," she stated.
He sat down beside her again. He picked up her legs and put them in his lap. Absently drawing patterns on her bare legs.
She smiled at him over her tea cup. "Hmm that feels good."
Fred continued his drawings. Listening to her sigh occasionally as he hit a tender spot. "Hermione I really do fancy you."
She smiled up at him again. Blushing slightly as she cleared her throat. "Maybe I really fancy you too.
Fred made eye contact with her. Chocolate meeting pool blue. "Maybe?"
She winked at him. "Maybe."
"Are you teasing me Miss Granger?" he asked, squeezing her calf.
Hermione grinned, "Maybe."
Fred groaned. "You and your damn maybes."
She took another sip of her tea, before putting her hand over his. "I enjoy these moments."
"So do I. Will I see you tonight?" he asked.
She nodded once before taking a raspberry scone off of the tray. "Tonight. What's going on in your head Fred?"
"Too much. Hermione too much," he whispered.
"You and George aren't planning on staying through your NEWTS are you?" Hermione questioned.
Fred pulled her to him. "That's nothing for you to worry about right now Hermione."
"When?"
"As soon as we have word about the joke shop," Fred stated.
Hermione just nodded. Letting him know she heard him. He pressed a chaste kiss to the top of her head. She leaned into him. She sighed, before burying her head into his chest. "So any time?"
He nodded. "I think I have a few things I need to do before I join the adult world."
"What's that? "
Fred lifted up her chin so that the two were nose to nose. "This." He gently kissed her lips. He kissed her a second time getting the response from her he desperately needed.
She pulled back from him. "That's one of the few things you needed to do?"
"That and this," Fred murmured kissing her again. He sweeped his tounge across her bottom lip, begging for entrance. She opened her mouth slightly, giving him what he wanted. Soon enough he lost control. He pulled her onto his lap. His hands skimming her thighs and side. Her hands locked into his hair, tugging gently on the soft red locks.
He pulled back from her. Forehead to forehead. "Who would've thought Hermione Granger likes to pull hair?"
She laughed at him. "That's not a secret you're allowed to tell Fred Weasley."
"My lips are sealed," he vowed.
"Don't lie. George will pull it out of you in less than five minutes." She slid off his lap, and took her tea back into her hands.
"You're probably right."
She scoffed, "Probably?"
"Okay you're right."
She laughed, "Normally am."
"That smirk," Fred groaned.
Hermione stood up, taking the tea tray with her. "I'll see you later."
Fred watched her saunter out of the library. He groaned again. That witch is going to be the death of me.
Hermione waited in the library. Crooks at her feet. It wasn't midnight yet, but she had covered at least herself saying she was trying to finish the last bit of summer reading she had been assigned, and couldn't finish it while Ginny was trying to sleep.
She pulled her Athrimacy book closer to her, giving any on looker the appearance that she was reading. On the inside she was humming. She couldn't stop thinking about her afternoon. Hermione smiled for no reason all day. The minute the two made eye contact over dinner she knew she was in deep. Oh she fancied him alright and it wasn't a feeling she was used too.
She studied the page, trying to get the words to make sense. She pushed the heavy book away from her after a few tries. She couldn't read. The one thing that settled her.
The door opened. Fred popped his head in. "You're early."
"Told your mum I was working on summer reading and didn't want to keep Ginny up," Hermione said.
Fred closed the door. "Someone is going to catch on eventually."
"Sirius already has. Let them. Honestly. Its not like we have anything to hide from everyone," Hermione stated, as he lifted up her legs and sat down.
Fred kissed her. "Hey."
She blushed. "Hi back. I can't stop thinking about that kiss earlier."
"Hmm I think I can remedy that," he whispered pulling his wand out of his swear shirt pocket along with a miniature something, that Hermione couldn't recognize. He waved his wand over the object in his hand. It started to grow.
Hermione instantly recognized it as a bouquet of hydrangeas. He handed it to her. She studied the blooms noticing they were made out of..."Parchment," she said aloud.
"Colored ink, everything I've ever wanted to say to you," he said.
Hermione kissed him, quickly. "I love it thank you."
"Its got a charm on it that its protected against water or any other damage. Its indestructible," he said, proud of himself.
Hermione laughed. "They're beautiful."
"Anything for you," he whispered, kissing her cheek.
She smiled. "Fred I fancy you."
"I would hope so. I don't think I've ever had any bird pull my hair like that and not fancy me, besides Ginny she does that to be mean," he stated.
Hermione laughed again. "She's a mean one. When she needs to be."
"Hopefully she grows out of it. George and I shouldn't have corrupted her as we did," Fred replied.
Hermione smiled, "Your corrupting her might just have been the best thing for her."
"Are you saying you approve of George and I?"
Hermione's lips went to a straight line. "I won't say a word."
Fred leaned down and kissed her gently. "Oh I think you will eventually. I might have to force it out of you."
Hermione laughed. "Oh really?"
"Really," Fred teased, squeezing her thigh.
She let out a quick squeal. "Stop."
Fred's face lit up. "You're ticklish?"
She held her forefinger and thumb an inch or so apart. "Just a bit."
Fred kissed her hands. "These hands. So able, so small. I might have an advantage." He maneuvered their hands to where they were palm to palm. His hands were much larger than hers. She watched him for a moment, as he studied the pair. He thread his fingers with her. Some how they fit together.
Now it was her turn to study their hands. She couldn't understand how her tiny hand fit with his strong capable hand. Something about that gave her reassurance. She smiled up at him, before speaking, "Would you like me to continue our story?"
"I would."