AN: Sorry for not posting yesterday but I was really busy and to make up for it, I have made this chapter quite long. Here it is and I hope you like it. Thank you for all the lovely reviews so far and please keep reviewing, it really helps!

Hermione POV

When I woke up in the morning, I had to remind myself what had happened last night:

1. Fred and Harry had been chosen to be Hogwarts' champions for the Tri-wizard tournament.

2. They had to compete and were not given any exceptions or help

3. Ron was annoyed at Harry for a reason unknown

4. Fred and I had had a proper conversation

5. Fred had kissed me

6. I had kissed Fred

7. Fred played up to an audience (I did already know this but still)

8. George had seen us kissing

9. I had smacked Fred

10. I realised Fred liked me

As I recalled the last one, I couldn't help but smile. And I knew why now. I liked Fred Weasley. But no one could know, it wasn't fair on me. As much as I liked Fred and as much as I'm sure he liked me, I couldn't do it to myself. He would never ask me out, ever. Why would he want to be seen with a stupid little bookworm, know-it-all like Hermione Granger? He had much better people to be going out with like Angelina or Katie. I never stood a chance.

But in hindsight, I couldn't have handled the situation in a worse way. I did the first thing that I could think to do: I ignored him.

Fred POV

Most of my memory from last night was blurry. I knew that I was the Hogwarts' champion along with Harry Potter but I couldn't remember the details. The one thing I could remember oh so vividly was me kissing Hermione Granger. And she had kissed me back. She had. Most of my brain was telling me I was stupid, that Hermione would never kiss me back. But she had, I knew she had. Hermione liked me back, she did. She really did. And oh, if my idiot brother hadn't come and interrupted us then who knows what would have happened! But I knew what would have happened. Hermione was 14. She would have gone to her own room. She would have gone to sleep. She was pure and so was I. Anyway, what would mum have said if she found out I hadn't obeyed the 'no sex before marriage' rule?

I got up and dressed quickly and made my way down to the common room. I was so excited to see Hermione. Maybe I could ask her to go out with me, after all, she liked me back. And we could go on trips to Hogsmeade together and be a couple. And she already knew mum and dad and they definitely liked her. It all fitted so perfectly, like we were meant to be together. And maybe we were.

The common room was nearly empty when I came down, everyone would have already made their way to the Great Hall for breakfast. What if Hermione had already gone down, I would just have to catch up with her and then wait until after so I could ask her out. Lavender Brown and Parvarti Patil came down. I rushed over to them.

"Can you tell me, has Hermione already gone to breakfast?" The looks on their faces told me they needed an explanation as to why I wanted to know where Hermione was. "She said she would help me with some homework that I had difficulty understanding. Something to do with Potions, it's a very confusing topic." It was a pathetic excuse, Hermione was two years younger than me. Although she was very intelligent so she probably would be able to help me with my homework anyway.

"No, she hasn't. She's still up in our room, just about to come down." I thanked them and they left, whispering. Ron came down and Harry soon followed, accompanied by Hermione. Damn it, I would be able to talk to Hermione alone. But I could still walk with her.

"Hey Hermione." She appeared not to have heard me. "Hermione." I called again. But still she didn't react. Was she deaf? "Hermione!" I yelled this time. Apparently she was deaf. What was her problem? Why was she ignoring me? I decided it must've been because she was with Harry.

I went to breakfast by myself and sat opposite her. Surely she wouldn't be able to ignore me while I was sat there. But I was wrong. She ignored me all through breakfast and when I tried talking to her on her way to lessons, she continued to block me out. She ignored me all day, everywhere; outside lessons, in the common room, at dinner. It was only after everyone had gone to bed that night that she finally spoke.

"What's your problem?" I asked quite suddenly as I stood by the portrait hole, ready to make an immediate escape if necessary. She jumped out of the armchair and spun around to face me. Her face said she was taken aback but I knew she understood what I meant.

"I don't have a problem." She replied stubbornly.

"Then why do you keep ignoring me? I've been trying to talk to you all day!"

"Have you? I hadn't noticed." She was really started to annoy me. What game was she playing?

"You bloody well have. I kept shouting at you and you didn't even flinch. I've had something really important I've wanted to ask you.

"Really?" She completely ignored everything else but she did seem genuinely surprised. "What?" Suddenly all the courage drained from my body.

"Well I, uh, I just, youknow, I um." I could see she was getting frustrated. "I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me!" I blurted out. Hermione no longer seemed angry or frustrated. She was shocked.

"You? And me? Go out?" I nodded. "Why?"

"Why do you think?"

"I have no idea!"

"Oh come on Granger, you're smarter than that!"

"But, but. I'm ugly. And a bookworm. I'm not your type!"

"You're exactly my type! Why would anyone tell you otherwise? And you're not ugly." I walked over to her and stood in front so we were inches away from each other. She looked up at me and our eyes met. She really was beautiful. I leaned forwards, praying that George wouldn't walk in on us this time. And if he did, I wouldn't play to him. I knew I had made a mistake last night when I had started being a dick in front of George. Hermione had the right to slap me, and took that right she did.

My lips pressed to hers and she kissed me back. It felt so good to be with her and I never wanted it to stop. We stayed there, intertwined with each other for ages until we heard footsteps. Hermione pulled away and sat in the armchair, hiding herself from the intruder. It was George, of course. He saw me and I nodded towards the armchair. He seemed to understand immediately and retreated back to bed.

"It's okay, they've gone!" I said to her and she stood up.

"I think I should go to bed." She replied.

"No!" I yelled out rather suddenly. I didn't want her to leave. I sat on the arm chair and pulled her onto my lap. "Stay. And we can just talk. Get to know each other better." And that is what we did. Hermione stayed on my lap as I stroked my hair and we talked. Hermione asked me questions and I answered and vice versa. We also talked about the Tri-Wizard Tournament and how she loved that I wanted to win with Harry. It got to about 3am and I realised Hermione had fallen asleep, cuddled up on me. I put my arms around her as if to protect her and then fell asleep myself.

We were awoken 4 hours later at 7am by George. "Alright Freddie." He said, grinning. "Could've warned me you weren't coming to bed tonight." I suddenly realised Hermione was still here, snuggled up to me and people would soon start coming down. Although it was Saturday, at least we could go back to bed if needed.

"Sorry Georgie, I didn't know." I grinned back at him. George went back to his room and I decided to wake up Hermione. I stroked her hair and gently shook her. "'Mione. 'Mione wake up." She started to stir and then her eyes shot open. She looked scared and stood up quickly. I realised she was checking to make sure no one had seen us. "It's okay sweetie, no one's been down. We're still a secret." She looked relieved and sat back down on my lap. Hermione was gorgeous even when she had just woken up.

"I'm going to go to my room before Lavender and Pavarti wake up, otherwise they'll bombard me with questions!"

"Speaking of questions, you still haven't answered mine." She looked confused. "Will you go out with me?"

"Oh, that one." She blushed. "Can I think about it? And then tell you later?" I was quite disappointed that she didn't have an answer straight away but if it meant the answer at the end of it was yes, I would be happy enough.

"Sure, okay." I said sulkily. She made her way upstairs and I listened to them until they stopped and stood up. All of a sudden I could hear thumping running and Hermione came racing back down the stairs.

"I've thought about it." She told me, excitedly. "Yes, I'll be your girlfriend." I was so happy. I picked her up and twirled her around. She was laughing so much; oh, my girlfriend had such a cute laugh.

"Well, then. Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me, as my girlfriend, at the next possible opportunity?" I asked in the most prince charming way that I could.

"I would love to," she giggled and I kissed her. After a while, she pulled back and smiled. "I'm going to go get dressed and then ask Mcgonagall when the next trip to Hogsmeade is!" And she rushed off. I made my way back to my dorm with a huge smirk on my face. George and Lee where in there, sat up talking.

"How'd it go Freddie?" George asked..

"Guess who's no longer single." I smiled and started laughing. I still couldn't quite believ Hermione Granger was my girlfriend. I felt like the luckiest man in the world.

Hermione POV

As soon as I opened the door to my dorm, Lavender and Pavarti swooped in on me.

"Where were you last night Hermione? You never came to bed." Lavender started questioning me.

"Nowhere." I replied. I didn't want to tell them like this, even though they would find out soon enough. But for now, I wanted it a secret until I told Harry and Ron. As the thought of Ron came to my head I felt sick. Fred was Ron's brother, how would he react when he found out he was my boyfriend? I was also really worried about the Tri-Wizard tournament though. Both my boyfriend and my best friend were champions. And it was so dangerous, anything could happen.

But, for now anyways, all that mattered was that he was my boyfriend. I still couldn't quite believe it. Fred Weasley; my boyfriend. Lavender and Pavarti kept questioning me but I ignored them, refusing to answer anything. I got dressed and rushed downstairs to find McGonagall. She informed me that the next Hogsmeade trip was in 2 weeks' time. 2 weeks. 2 weeks until my first date with Fred Weasley. My stomach bubbled with excitement as I made my way towards the great hall for breakfast and to tell Ron and Harry about my new boyfriend. But as excited as I was, I had doubts about the whole situation. What if I had rushed into it? Or what if we got into an argument and broke up and we weren't friends again? Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all...

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