Chapter 8

Authors note: Yeah I like the chapters short. I wasn't entirely happy with this one but I don't really think I have the energy to rewrite it and someone really like my fast updates. Keep those reviews coming, I need to know when I fuck up.

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It was lunch hour and the spell hadn't worn out yet, they had all been lucky most of the time though, except Neville. Fred was looking to spot his twin entering the great hall who had mysteriously disappeared from his side fifteen minutes ago. They were in a jokingly and at the same time impatiently conversation and cursing Hermione who hadn't been seen since she left them all at breakfast, it was rumoured she was crying in the girls dormitory but this wasn't entirely true.

"Why would she do something stupid like that?" Angelina yelled as she sat down with her fellow Gryffindors. "I had to kiss Katie in the corridor in front of everybody because that McLaggen asshole wanted me too."

"How does he know you can't disobey?" Harry frowned suspiciously.

"He doesn't," Katie replied. "It's just some perverted fantasy of his."

"I wish I'd seen that," Lee sighed dreamingly and received evil glares from both girls.

"Wanna get out of here?" Dean breathed in Fred's ear not really caring about what Hermione had done to them all. Fred didn't answer; he rose from his seat instantly and gave Dean a wink as a yes and they both strolled out of the great hall.

They were walking down an empty corridor when Dean couldn't wait longer and grabbed the redhead by the arm and ruthlessly pushed him onto a wall. He slid a hand up the older boy's shirt and brought their lips together, at first he thought Fred would protest and tell him to have patience but he didn't. Fred let his tongue slid through the dark boys parted lips and explored it's every corner.

Dean brought his hands up to the red hair he had desired for such a long time and clutched it, making it a real mess. Then Fred suddenly pushed the younger one away and put a finger to his lips. Dean gasped and mouthed 'what' in frustration as he crossed his arms.

Fred didn't answer; he looked down the corridor at both sides then without a sound walked towards a door only a few feet away to find that it was ajar. Dean followed and he could hear a manly voice talking were softly and sort of seductively. Fred had to put a hand to his mouth when he leaned to watch the man talking, Dean didn't seem as shocked though but they continued watching the other Weasley twin who was standing a few feet from a younger girl with big wavy hair.

"Yes Hermione," George persisted. "They are all really angry at you." George was moving seductively towards her, looking a bit naive with a smirk. Hermione on the other hand had eyes almost watering with guilt and panic.

"And if you don't want me to spill your secret," he continued as he traced a finger between her breast up to her jaw. "You will use your brain to help me… and maybe if you want, you could use those lips a bit too."

Fred gasped and switched glances with the boy standing next to him, did he just hear his brother wanting to snog Hermione. Certainly they had wanted Hermione's help for a long time now but Fred didn't know any secret she had that could be to their advantage and he absolutely didn't know George had thing for the bookworm.

Dean was tugging at his shirt and Fred turned away from the sight of his brother who whispered in to the panicked girl's ear.

"We shouldn't be eavesdropping," he whispered with need in his eyes and Fred could se a growing bulge in his soon to be boyfriend's pants. Fred had for a minute a hard time deciding what to do, George would never spy on him if he did something like this, oh who was he kidding, of course he would, still Fred really wanted to be in there and helping his brother but by the look of it he didn't need any help. Fred gasped once again as he saw his twin place his lips on Hermione's but Dean continued tugging at his shirt and Fred turned away when he saw George lift the girl up on a desk.

Fred could hear the familiar voices of stinking Slytherins growing nearer and he knew lunch hour was over soon, he grabbed Dean by the wrist and dragged him into the classroom, containing the odd pair.

"What the hell?" George yelled as he saw his brother and Dean walk in on them and shutting the door with a bang. Hermione was quick to button her shirt and looked fiercely at George.

"Hello dear brother," Fred smirked. "So you've got a thing for Granger eh?"

"Yea, just a bit," George replied honestly and gave Hermione a quick glance who looked rather embarrassed.

"You're aware that Ron's infatuated with her right?" Fred asked and cocked an eyebrow.

"Yea," George replied. "But he's too much of an idiot to do anything about it, isn't he? Doesn't mean I can have some fun right?"

Fred didn't reply, he didn't need to, Hermione had replied with a bitch slap right on George's left cheek, looking at him with disappointment and anger. George just watched the girl with shock.

"And what are you two doing here?" she yelled, turning her anger at Fred and Dean.

"Err…" Dean stuttered but Fred took over.

"Since I can't lie, thanks to you Hermione I will tell you," he sighed. "We were snogging and then we heard voices so we sort of spied on you a little and then we heard Slytherins coming, so we ran in here." Hermione crossed her arms.

"You spied on me?" George frowned, looking a bit shocked at his brother. "Ah, what the hell, I'd probably spy on you to if you were snogging a girl but then again you wouldn't snog one now would you," he laughed at himself.

Fred was about to answer back when they heard a scream from the corridor.

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How exciting. No, not really, you could probably guess what's happening out there.