Hermione walked back to the shop with George and went through the back into the flat. She didn't klnow what to do now. She knew there was something there for Fred. But did he really feel for her too? George wouldn't have said it if he wasn't sure. Oh what was she going to do?

She walked into the flat, unexpectedly finding Fred in the kitchen. "Smells marvelous in here," she smiled. "I didn't know you could cook," she leaned against the counter.

"I'm good at a lot of things," he smiled wickedly. He offered her a bite of some pasta.

"That is amazing. So what is the special occasion if I might ask?" she had never seen Fred cook a day in his life. She figured the twins ate take out most of the time.

"Well, I figured I should make a celebration dinner. We're opening up a shop in the US. Found some investors and they really like our products. Isn't it wonderful?" he was grinning from ear to ear.

"Wow, that's wonderful. But who's going to run it?" she found her smile faded at this thought.

"Well, we haven't officially discussed it, but it'll probably be me. I highly doubt George will be leaving Katie."

"Oh," she tried to put on a smile again. "Well that'll be exciting for you," she hoped he didn't detect the lack of enthusiasm in her voice.

"I thought you'd be excited. You don't sound so exthused," he eyed her carefully.

She looked down, unsure if she was going to say what she wanted to say. If she told Fred she had feelings for him, she would be going against everything she ever stood for. She's be jumping headfirst into a black hole with no idea of where she would go from there. If she didn't, she could lose any chance of knowing if Fred really cared for her. "I was just getting used to having you around," she lied. "Guess I'll have to find a new place to live," she smiled.

"Well you could always come with me," he laughed.

She rolled her eyes. Little did he know her heart jumped a bit at the offer. "That would go over well with the family. And my boss for that matter. Nice try Fred Weasley. Looks like you're just going to have to do without me," she put a hand on her hip.

"You were the one who said you'd miss me," he stepped a bit closer to her, an eyebrow raised.

"Those weren't my words," she was getting a bit flustered now as he stepped closer. "I said I was getting used to having you around," she shifted under his gaze.

"So you won't miss me?" he feigned hurt. "I'm offended."

She laughed. "Of course I'll miss you Fred. I enjoy spending time with you."

"Is that all? Just enjoy spending time with me?" he put his arms on the counter on both sides of her, his face very close to hers.

She was getting flustered again. She could smell his cologne. Feel his breath. Being so close to him reminded her of the night he kissed her. She didn't know what to say. Now or never, she thought. "I guess there might be more to it," she whispered. She looked into his eyes, unsure of where to go from here. She couldn't bring herself to say anything more. She wanted to run, but she was frozen. His lips drew closer to hers. Her breath caught in her throat. She leaned forward, Closing her eyes and waiting for his lips to meet hers. She felt a hand run along her jaw line as Fred tilted her chin up to meet his lips. He pulled back suddenly as they heard the door open.

Hermione heard Fred mumble something to himself before greeting George and Katie. She had to admit, she was disappointed. All she wanted was to feel his lips on hers again. She was, at the same time, happy to see the pair.

"You two look like deer in headlights," Katie smiled.

"We interrupt something, mate?" George nudged his brother, who gave him a glare. "Take that as a yes," he laughed before getting an elbow in the gut. "Well, shall we eat? I'm absolutely starving."