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"Georgie, please," Fred pleaded at his brother who was leaning back against the front counter with an amused look on his face.

"No," he simply replied, shaking his head back and forth slowly.

"Please," his other half emphasized the word even more as he attempted to shoot a puppy dog face towards his twin.

"Why?" George questioned, completely unaffected from the look that the two used to send their Mum and Dad when they wanted something as children.

"I already told you!" Fred exclaimed with his arms outstretched as his countenance changed from pleading to disbelief mixed with irritation.

"Tell me again," George ordered lightly, a lopsided smile placed on his face.

"Hermione is coming and I was planning to cook her dinner in our flat!" Fred explained for the fourth time that evening, his tone of voice getting high, making his explanation nearly sound like a whine.

"Why don't you ever cook me dinner?" George feigned hurt as he placed the back of his hand to the forehead to add the effect.

"Oh, sod off, George! C'mon!" Fred begged, his eyes boring into his twin's, refusing to look away.

"Why can't I just stay in my room?" George asked, shaking his head at his brother's persistence.

"Because we both know you'll find some way to burn something or interrupt at the best moment," Fred said, eyebrows furrowing at how difficult it was to get his partner in crime to leave.

"I'm offended that you would think of me that way, brother mine," George crossed his arms and kept his feet planted in his spot.

"Oh, come off it, George. Just one night," Fred said in a final tone.

George looked deep into the eyes of his other half knowing that if he had put up any more of a fight that he may be the victim of his twin's more-or-less cruel pranks with no mercy for the next month or so, and he finally voiced, "Alright, but if I forget something-" He added extra emphasis to the word with a grin and continued, "And I come back and find you two shagging in my roo- Oh. Hello, Hermione."

Fred quickly turned around to see Hermione walk in, face flushed from ear-to-ear with bright red, and he groaned inwardly as he noticed that the shop's windows were still wide open.

"George," Hermione acknowledged, her face slowly recovering from its massive blush, and she saw Fred smack his brother in the arm before nearly pushing him inside the fireplace, followed by George shouting, "The Burrow!" and disappearing into the green flames.

Fred was muttering curses under his breath as he walked back to the girl who was waiting for him by the front counter. "Sorry 'bout that, 'Mione…" he spoke out, a faint pink tint still evident across his cheeks.

Hermione let out a laugh and replied, "It's alright," before looking around and asking, "What are the plans for tonight?"

The boy smiled at her and confessed, "I was thinking I could cook you dinner…George took a bit longer than I thought to agree to spend the night at the Burrow, though, so maybe we could cook dinner together?"

Hermione beamed at the boy and nodded, to which the Weasley twin reacted by motioning towards the back room with his head and saying enthusiastically, "Splendid! I hope you didn't eat yet, Hermione, because I'm starving," with a grin and led the way up to his and George's flat.

Upon entering, Fred spoke out into the empty room. "Welcome to mine and George's lovely abode," he practically sang as he allowed his eyebrows to waggle at the girl which coaxed a soft giggle from the brunette witch.

He stepped aside and proceeded to taking the girl's black jacket and hanging it on the coat hook. Hermione smiled at him and walked over to the kitchen counter, where she looked around, attempting to familiarize herself with her environment before inquiring lightheartedly, "What's on the menu?"

Fred opened the fridge and answered, "I'm not entirely sure," to which Hermione responded by raising an eyebrow and asking, "What?" The expression on her face read that she was expecting Fred to be joking.

Fred merely winked at her and explained, "Well, you see…I was planning on just putting together what came at the top of my head. Now that you're here to help, however, I suppose we can negotiate on what to make." He smiled innocently, and Hermione shook her head in disbelief before coming up next to him and looking inside the fridge.

"Well, we could always make…" She glimpsed at everything inside and thought about the options before suggesting, "Spaghetti?" Fred looked up at her appreciatively before grinning and answering, "Sounds great," with an excited nod.

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After two hours of hectic spaghetti-making: nearly blowing up a pot of boiled water, Fred burning the back of his suit by carelessly leaning on the kitchen stove, and flour spread all over the counters due to a clumsy spill on Hermione's part, the two were finally able to relax as they ate their dinner.

Hermione chuckled as Fred looked over his suit that had been charred and he shook his head before muttering, "Nothing a little magic can't fix…" He pointed at the burned coat with his wand before pronouncing, "Reparo," and watched the suit restore itself to its original condition. He tossed the coat on top of the couch and turned back towards the girl who was currently enjoying a mouthful of the dinner the two made.

When the two were nearly done- both their plates only covered with a few stray noodles and a hearty amount of spaghetti sauce- he motioned to the side of his lips and lightheartedly teased, "You got a little something, love." Hermione wiped her mouth with a napkin lightly, but the tall, ginger boy shook his head and said, "Still there." She proceeded to wipe more furiously at the sides of her mouth, but he shook his head again and smiled. He walked slowly over to her with his napkin and let out a devilish grin before saying, "I got it," and cupped her face with a napkin that was mischievously covered in flour.

Hermione exclaimed, "FRED!" and squinted through her eye that wasn't covered in the white powdery mess and saw that the boy was covering his mouth in an attempt to not burst out into fits of laughter. She tilted her head and allowed her jaw to drop which only caused Fred to howl with chortles. He was balancing himself by placing one hand on the table while the other muffled the sounds of his guffaws.

Hermione muttered, "You're going to regret that," and quickly scooped up the leftovers from her dinner with her hands and ensured that every inch of the Weasley twin's face was covered in tomato sauce goop. He used his right hand to wipe off the gunk from his eyes before announcing, "This means war!" and grabbed the faucet hose behind him and sprayed the girl mercilessly.

Hermione shrieked and ran for cover by diving and ducking behind his kitchen counter. She peeked over it and, upon seeing the blue-eyed boy approaching, she grabbed the closest thing to her- a bag of flour- and rushed for the boy animatedly with a smile plastered to her face.

As she was about to pour the contents of the bag all over the boy, Fred attempted to phase her by spraying her with water, causing the bag to rip and spill its contents all over his kitchen floor. In the rush of things, Hermione and Fred both slipped on the wet, slippery tiled floor and collided into each other, both of them covered from head to toe in powder and soaked from the water.

"Oh, sweet Merlin…George is going to kill me," the Weasley twin sighed upon looking around the mess they had made in the kitchen. The floor was completely covered in water with flour spreading throughout it. Due to the collision, a few ingredients that were left on the counter had been knocked over and were now sloppily smeared over the counter and the Fred and Hermione who were sitting on the floor.

Hermione merely burst into fits of giggles and Fred responded by feigning hurt and dramatically asking, "Do you want me to get killed by my own twin brother?" Hermione shook her head and replied, "Of course not. It's just-" She moved closer to the boy who was sitting across from her on the floor and reached her hand out to his head and finished with, "You got something in your hair." Fred's face was spread with crimson red as she pulled out a noodle and giggled before handing it to the boy who smiled back at her and stood up to throw it away.

When he came back, he reached out a hand and the bright witch took it, and he proceeded to help her up from the floor. He looked her over once and frowned before muttering, "Sorry about your clothes, 'Mione."

She shook her head and sighed, "It's alright, but I'd really enjoy a change of clothes right now…"

The lanky, ginger twin responded by leaning against the counter and asking, "Well, I wouldn't want you to leave already since I have a surprise for you…" He allowed his voice to stray in order to look into the girl's eyes which had lit up from curiosity. He sent her a crooked smile and suggested, "I can give you some of my clothes to wear. If you don't mind, of course."

Hermione examined her current messy state and smiled before answering, "That would be lovely, Fred."

He nodded and walked towards his room before Hermione called out, "Oh, Fred! Do you mind if I shower to wash off some of this-" She pointed towards her hair as she let her hair out of its previous pony tail state and scrunched her noise at the sight of the mess in her hair before finishing, "Out of my hair?"

She saw a light blush spread across Fred's cheeks and she felt her own face lightly warm up as she watched him look away and point his wand towards a cabinet which opened and revealed several towels- one of which flew to her. He walked over to a door before opening it and informed her, "My room's right here-" He motioned to the room on the right. He looked over to the room on the left and added, "Over there is George's room."

Hermione nodded and walked over to the bathroom with the towel Fred had given her. Before she closed the door, she heard him call out from his room, "I'll lay out the clothes in my room and then I'll shower after you while you change."

Hermione took off her dirty clothes and picked them up and placed them in the sink as she muttered, "Scourgify," in an attempt to slightly clean them. She neatly folded them and moved into the shower and proceeded to look around for soap, shampoo, and conditioner to use. There were two lines of different soaps, shampoo, and conditioners, so in order to help her decide what to use, she opened the bottles and sniffed it, choosing the one that smelled most like Fred.

"I'm sure George wouldn't particularly enjoy me using his soap…" she tried to reason with herself, attempting unsuccessfully to bury the idea that she merely grew to adore Fred's scent. As soon as she scrubbed every inch of her hair and body, she rinsed herself and turned off the water, stepped out to dry herself, and wrapped her towel around her delicate frame.

She walked nimbly to the room Fred had told her was his and stopped in her tracks upon opening the door and revealing the Weasley twin, shirtless and in striped black and red boxers, with his towel in hand, about to wrap it around his torso. He screamed out, "Ah, Granger!" and the girl responded by tightly clutching to her towel with one hand as she used the other to cover her eyes.

Hermione managed to squeak out, "This is your room, right?" and Fred replied, "I was cleaning the kitchen and then I was just getting out of my clothes in order to purge the gunk out of it in George's room and then I was just going to-" His tone was frantic and he was rushing his sentence out without thinking about what he was saying. He finally settled for, "Sorry, 'Mione," and ran out of the room, one of his arms carrying a change of clothes with his other hand holding onto his towel, as he shut the door behind him, leaving the girl flushed to the face with her heart racing. The image of Fred's toned body was still etched to her mind as she approached his bed where he had laid out articles of clothing for her.

Hermione blushed at the clean pair of boxers that were folded neatly on top of the boy's bed as she allowed it to process in her mind. "Oh," she thought when it hit her. She could feel the heat reaching over her ears as she put them on and she immediately wished that she had just gone home to clean herself up. She quickly put on the pair of black sweats next and finally an overly large gold and maroon t-shirt that resembled a quidditch jersey as it had a big "5" on the back. "That was his number playing on the Gryffindor team…" she recalled to herself as she turned to exit the room. She passed by Fred's full-length mirror and stopped to smile how tiny she looked in the boy's clothing, which was probably twice her size, as she stepped out of his room.

Fred had just walked out of the bathroom, fully clothed- in a pair of pajama bottoms, a white t-shirt with a sweater, with a giant "F" sewn into the front, over it- and clean, when Hermione stepped out of his room and it was as if his breathing had ceased at the mere sight of her. "She looks bloody gorgeous in my clothes," he thought to himself, but was still embarrassed from the earlier occurrence to voice his thoughts. He merely looked the other way and looked at the clock which read "12:05" and immediately perked up as he opened a cabinet and grabbed something from inside.

"Hermione," he addressed her, reaching out his hand. She noticed his other hand held two blankets.

"Where are we going?" The bright girl inquired, apparently very reluctant to take his hand in hers.

"To the top of the shop," he answered, now beaming at her.

Hermione merely sent him a skeptical look and thought to herself, "What could possibly be so special on the roof?" but placed her hand in his and the two apparated out of the apartment and, just as Fred said, to the rooftop of the shop.

Hermione looked around, confused, not seeing anything out of the ordinary, but Fred was looking at her with wide eyes and a grin as if expecting her to be amazed. When she didn't say anything, Fred slightly frowned and took her hand and pointed it towards the sky before saying, "The top of the shop is the best place to look at stars." He then ushered her over to one of the cleaner, flatter surfaces where he placed the two blankets next to each other and lied down on top of one of them.

She claimed her spot on the other blanket and lied down on her back, staring at the vast sky which had twinkling stars spread bountifully throughout it, contrasting against its darkness. It wasn't every night that she took the time to stare up at the starry sky and Hermione was surprised by just how many stars were present from where they were, lying down next to each other, beneath them.

"Beautiful, eh?" he asked, admiring the stars above. Hermione nodded in response and murmured, "Very," as she now glanced to where the bright moon was illuminated in the sky. It wasn't hidden behind several clouds like it had usually done whenever she seemed to look up at night; no, it was shining brilliantly with nothing in its way to shield its luminous glow, which seemed to accent the shimmering of the stars quite nicely.

"If we saw a shooting star now, what would you wish for, Hermione?" the Weasley twin suddenly inquired after a few minutes of silence.

She thought deeply before answering, "In all honesty, I feel as if I'm perfectly content with what I have right now."

"Oh, rubbish," the boy muttered which caused Hermione to turn her head to at him, with her eyes narrowed.

"Well, what would you wish for?" she asked in a challenging tone.

"Easy. I'd wish for a few quidditch tickets, front-row," he replied.

The bushy-haired girl merely shook her head before countering, "Surely you could wish for something better."

Fred immediately spoke before thinking, shaking his head back and forth as he replied, "Well, all I want besides quidditch tickets is you and nothing is better than yo-" In a heartbeat, he glanced at the girl, who was at his side, and, in the moonlight, he could see that her face was easily being spread with a scarlet blush.

"Thank you," he heard in the midst of the silence placed above the two of them. He looked over to Hermione and saw her shivering and instantly cursed himself in his head for being so stupid as to lead her outside without anything to help protect her from the cold.

"Here, 'Mione," he told her, after taking off his sweater and handing it to her. She gratefully nodded towards him and put it on, allowing the comfortable cotton sweater to warm her up. She didn't fail to notice how the sweater had the lingering scent of the Weasley twin that not even his soap or shampoo could provide for her.

Suddenly, she spoke up, "I think I changed my mind…"

The boy looked over to her and raised his eyebrows in confusion. "Changed your mind?"

Hermione answered, "If I were to see a shooting star right now, I'd wish to go on a hot-air balloon."

"Hot-air balloon?" the Weasley twin asked in response, completely bewildered as to why on earth Hermione would want to sit on a balloon filled with hot air. "Wouldn't that be painful?" Fred thought silently to himself.

The girl raised her arms and motioned a circle with her arms, stretching them to emphasize its size and explained, "It's a grand balloon, but not just any regular rubber balloon- it's one that's capable of containing hot air, which is normally provided by an open flame from a burner just underneath where there is a slight opening for air to go into the balloon. It also carries a basket which can sustain passengers- maybe around 15 at the most, depending on the total weight of everyone combined." Her eyes were gleaming underneath the moonlight when she continued, "I saw them in the pictures of a few books I used to read as a child." She smiled at a distant memory and added, "They're decorated with brilliant, magnificent colors and they have such a stunning view of the ground below."

Fred nodded and breathed out quietly, as if more to himself than to Hermione, "I wish to make your wish come true."

Hermione nearly had to strain to hear what the Weasley twin had said, but she had heard. She chose to pretend as if she didn't hear anything as she allowed the two to dwell underneath the dazzling sparkle of the stars and radiant light of the moon, savoring the moment side-by-side in silence, and almost instantaneously, over their heads, in the distance, a shooting star soared above them.

In the next chapter: When a gathering with Ron, George, Ginny, Harry, Alicia, Neville, and Luna is planned, and Ron has a bit too much to drink, will Fred be able to keep his temper?