"Is there an us to talk about?" She challenged him as she stood firm in front of him, her arms crossed.

He laughed. "You tell me, love," he ran a finger down her arm gently, sending a chill up her spine. "You're the one who ran from me last night. I'd just like to know if it's because it was good or because it was bad," he shrugged, a grin still spread across his lips.

"I'm sorry I ran off on you," she looked down. She hadn't even stopped to think that she may have upset him by leaving. She hadn't thought about how she'd feel if he ran off after he kissed her.

"Which time?" he laughed. "That's twice now you've run away after kissing me. I'm starting to doubt my abilities," he laughed harder when she swatted his arm. "Mione, honestly. Am I that bad?" he gave her a pout, which she instantly recognized as one he used whenever he wanted something.

"You know very well you are perfectly satisfactory," she replied.

"Stop gushing," he smiled. "I know I'm magnificent, but you really must stop going on and on and-ouch!" he laughed, rubbing his arm where she had once again smacked him. "Seriously though, I'd love it if you didn't run off on me every time I kiss you," he inched closer to her.

She felt her stomach start those awful flip flops they often did when he looked at her a certain way. He was going to kiss her. She could see it in his eyes. She didn't know if she wanted to run or snog him senseless. He could be so infuriating, with his cocky attitude and pranks, but he also caused feelings in her she didn't often feel. She decided upon staying put where she was. She leaned her head up as he brought his down, feelings his hand brush her cheek as his lips connected with hers. She brought her hands up to his neck, caressing the sides and playing the with the hair at its nape. It was the first time she had really been ready for his kiss, and really felt it. She was able to appreciate the way his lips brushed her bottom lip so lightly, she was mentally urging him to deepen their kiss. She felt her body tingle under his touch as he ran his hands down her side before finally resting on her hips, pulling her flush against him. She was certain every part of this was wrong, but once she felt his teeth nip at her bottom lip playfully, she knew she couldn't refuse him. She felt him smile against her lips before pulling away. "I guess we could go with exceeds expectations," she grinned.

"Still better than I got in most of my OWLS," he laughed. "Listen, I want you to know there's no pressure here," he pushed a curly strand behind her ear. "I know you have a thing for my brother and I know this all started because you were upset about him and Lavender. So I want you to know that if you want to continue chasing after my git of a brother, I'll support you," his smile had faded a bit.

She gave him a sad look. "Fred, I don't know what I want," she sighed as she turned around and started pacing. "I do care about Ron. And I can't help but to still be jealous of Lavender," she turned back to him. "But I care about you too. I just feel so confused right now."

He nodded, finding himself unable to make a joke for once.

"You barely know me, Fred. What makes you think you want me?" She collapsed on the couch, not sure how she should be feeling. How could she feel so guilty for having feelings for Fred? She wasn't seeing anyone. She was free to make all of her own decisions.

"You really think I barely know you?" He smiled again, to her relief. She did love his smile. "I know you're brave, loyal and brilliant. You are the epitome of a Gryffindor. But it's not just that. You turn this cute shade of pink when you get all mad at me and George. And you crinkle your nose when you don't understand something. You're favorite meal is breakfast, and you won't drink anything but orange juice with it. You claim to hate flying, though you're pretty decent. And you always smell like strawberries," he finished, still grinning but turning a light shade of red.

She stared at him, speechless. "How do you notice all that?" She finally asked, smiling.

He shrugged. "I guess I never realized it until now. Mione, don't ever question whether or not you're good enough for my brother. Just because he doesn't see all the wonderful things about you doesn't mean they aren't true."

"Fred, I-" she stopped herself. She really didn't want to say this. "I do care about you. But I'm going back to school in a few days. And you're staying here. It's just not going to work. And then there's my feelings for Ron. It's not fair to you."

"If that's your decision then," he tried to keep his smile, but she saw it falter.

"I'm sorry, Fred," she put a hand on his.

"No harm done," he smiled. "Maybe until Ron tells mum it was all a bet," he laughed, though it was hollow.

"I'll tell her it wasn't," she assured him.

"It's probably better to let her just yell at me and George than to start a fight with Ron. He's only going to be upset if he thinks you're protecting me," he shrugged. "She'll get over it anyway."

"We'll figure out a way to not upset Ron or your mum," she smiled. "I should get back though," she stood up. She kissed him on the cheek before stepping back into the fireplace and disappearing.

Fred sighed as George walked out. "You're not really giving up on her, are you mate?" he sat on the opposite end of the couch.

"No," he answered without thinking. He smiled. "Not a chance."

"That's what I like to hear," he patted his twin on the shoulder, laughing.

"I don't want to pressure her though, Georgie. No matchmaking," he warned.

"Never," George grinned. He would need to talk to Ginny when they headed to the burrow. If anyone could get the two together, it was him and Ginny.