I really should go through this and edit before it gets to long. So that will probably happen within the next few days.
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When Hermione woke up for the second time she felt fingers tracing shapes on her back, raising goosebumps under her shirt. Her head was against Fred's chest and her leg was tossed over his hips. She opened her eyes slowly and looked up at him. His head was turned towards her but his eyes were closed. His lashes lay against his cheeks in dark arches. She inhaled deeply, trying to take in his scent as much as possible before she got out of bed and went back to the real world. She shouldn't have slept with him. He had worked his way into her heart and that little nap had sealed the deal. She felt warm and at home in his arms. He had her questioning her resolve and her reasons for avoiding him. All from a little nap... damn him.
His fingers felt wonderful on her skin. She shifted closer to him and assured herself that just a few minutes longer wouldn't hurt or make too much of a difference. She knew she was screwed anyway so what difference did it make? She felt his fingers move to the skin of her hips and she sighed happily and closed her eyes again. She didn't know why it felt so right to be with him and she didn't want to. There were too many reasons it was wrong. She knew that she was giving him the wrong idea. She was giving herself the wrong idea. She took a slow breath and used his chest as support to push herself into an upright position. She looked down and the sight of him made her melt. His hair was vibrant against his pillow and his eyes were clear and blue and looking at her with warmth. She licked her lips and swallowed.
"Erm..." She said eloquently. Her stomach growled loudly before he could speak.
"You can freak out over breakfast." He said with a smile and maneuvered himself out from underneath her. She watched him walk to the door. He stretched as he walked. She found herself mesmerized by the muscles rippling under his pale skin. She fanned herself lightly with her hand. Was it hot in there? She clambered out of the bed and padded after him.
He was tying his hair up into a messy bun when she came into the kitchen. Her brow raised involuntarily. He had to know how attractive he was; standing shirtless by the stove with his body tensed as he tightened his effortlessly perfect hair. She huffed and blew a straw curl out of her face. She wasn't in the mood to feel inferior today. She would much rather spend her mental energy on excusing herself from this situation as easily as possible. She walked into the kitchen and suppressed the urge to wrap her arms around his waist and kiss her way up his body.
"What sounds good? I can make just about any breakfast food you can imagine." Fred said as he turned to look at her.
"I really shouldn't stay. And besides, its after noon." She said awkwardly.
"Everyone knows breakfast food is better the later in the day it is." He spoke softly as he approached her. She felt her heart race. He was so tall and exposed and his eyes were hungry.
"I've never had the desire to test that theory." She cleared her throat and straightened her shoulders in an attempt to seem taller. "Thank you for the offer but I must decline."
"That's a shame. How about something lunch-y then, Duckie?" He was in front of her now and his hands were playing with the fabric of her skirt. How he found her tempting in a cat shirt and a skirt a nun couldn't find fault with she would never know.
"I should go..." She said with very little conviction.
He hunched over, curving his body over hers, and spoke into her ear in a sweet, firm voice. "Stay for lunch."
She turned her head towards his and felt his lips brush against her cheek. She gave a small nod. He smiled and pressed a quick kiss into her mouth before pulling away. He smiled at her and touched a curl before he shooed her from the kitchen. She bit back a smile and went to the bathroom to freshen up. She was pleased to see her curls weren't beyond repair. They were frizzy and all over the place but if she ran her fingers through them a couple dozen times and twisted them into a bun they would look okay. She splashed her face with cool water in an attempt to ease the permanent blush she had recently obtained. She pressed her hand to her chest and tried to calm her heart. It was beating far too erratically.
She relieved herself and washed her hands before twisting her hair into a wild bun, trusting the texture of her hair to hold it in place. When she came back into the kitchen Fred and George were talking. She shifted uncomfortably. She didn't feel it right to interrupt them. She watched their interaction. They didn't seem to be saying much but Fred looked stiff and George looked smug. She could tell they didn't need words to communicate. Fred mumbled something and bit back a smile and George gave a boisterous laugh that made Hermione bite the inside of her cheek. There was something infectious about them.
Fred looked past his twin and smiled in a frisky manner. Hermione flushed and looked down as she bit her lip. God, a smile had her pressing her legs together. She really needed to get out of there before she dragged him back to his bedroom and did unspeakable things. She stepped into the kitchen and gave George a small nod and smile in greeting. George smiled at her in a friendly manner that reminded her that they were indeed Weasley's. Fred grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back into his chest. He rested his chin on her head as he wrapped his long arms around her body.
"Georgie boy has brought it to my attention that the only thing I know how to make outside of breakfast good is stew. Seeing as that would take too long, how would you feel about going out to lunch?" His chest rumbled against her back as he spoke. She looked wide eyed at George. He was giving her a shit eating grin. She would kick him in the shin later.
She couldn't think of a good reason not to. Sure, his brother was one of her best friends. Yes, it would be incredibly awkward if things went horribly wrong. But she was also hungry and his scent was wrapped around her and she didn't see anything wrong with a friendly lunch. In fact, it would give her the perfect opportunity to set things straight with him.
"I should change first." She said tipping her head back into his body so that she could see his face.
The smile he gave her reassured her that she had made the right decision. "Of course, Duckie." He moved quickly to press a lingering kiss to her mouth. When he pulled back she followed his mouth for a moment before realizing what she had done. She cleared her throat and pulled away.
"Right. Well then, I'll meet you downstairs in 20 minutes." She said before extracting herself from his arms and moving to her shoes at the door.
She didn't look back as she scurried from the room. She hurriedly pulled her keys from her pocket and unlocked the door. She pressed her back to the door when it closed. She sighed and closed her eyes. She found him incredibly alluring. That neighbor of hers was dangerous.
Mione and Fred are going on a date! Teehee. Georgie boy knows his stuff and plots like a good Weasley twin. Hope you enjoyed. New chapter will be up soon!