A/N: edited version

Waking up finding the love of his life right beside him—spooning him, even—was the best feeling Fred has ever had. His heart was pounding as well as his head, as well as the second head right between his legs. Shit, shit, shit, he chanted over and over again. He had both of his arms wrapped around the beautiful witch. Hermione was obviously still asleep and is very much unconscious of what is happening around her (which is good, in Fred's point of view.) He doesn't want to scare the living crap out of her now that they're actually making significant progress. But what was he supposed to do? He was just a man, after all. She could see this as a 'science' thing the muggles invented, he thought. This means his healthy. He would deny to the witch if ever she wakes up and asks if it's her fault. Of course it's her fault, she's so soft and she smells good, and she's in his bed. Fred groaned.

The sound of Fred's groan made the girl stir but didn't wake up. He needed to get away. Slowly, he untangled his legs from hers. Then, he pulled his arms that were holding Hermione's weight. Surprisingly, the arm wasn't stiff. Hermione was so light-weighted, he thought about her eating habits. When Fred successfully got out of the bed without causing her to wake up, he let out a quiet whoop. That made her wake up. Shit, Fred thought again. He still had THE problem. He turned around and pretended he's looking for something on his closet near his bedroom door.

"Good morning," Hermione greeted cheerfully as she rub her eyes because of the brightness of the room. Fred muttered a good morning in reply but didn't turn around to face her. She raised her eyebrows in confusion and let it drop. She was convinced that he was looking for something important so she didn't bother him anymore.

After a couple of minutes of calming himself down, and after Hermione stretched like a cat on his bed, Fred faced her—when he knew it was already safe—and asked, "Do you want breakfast, Hermione?"

"Sure, I'd love that." She replied with a soft smile. Before Fred could turn towards the door, Hermione asked what time it was. "Eight in the morning," he replied.

"Damn!" She exclaimed as she jumped out of the bed and reached for her wand. "I'm going to be late for work! I'll have that breakfast next time, Fred." She ran towards him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Bye!" Then she disappeared with a loud crack. Fred had to take a cold shower after that.

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"Well, well, well… Granger's not the breakfast-after-sex type of girl, then." George chimed when Fred came out of his room right after his cold shower.

"Shut up. She had to go to her work; she was going to be late." Fred informed his twin as he flopped on the couch.

"So you wore her out last night, then, seeing as she slept very long!" George sniggered.

"Why must you be so crude, brother?"

"I just love riling you up, my beloved twin! I'm only kidding, geez!" George folded the Daily Prophet and tossed it aside and looked at his twin. "So what happened last night?"

"Nothing. We fell asleep as soon as we lied down," Fred said.

"Oh. She didn't mention anything about her fight with Harry and Ron?"

"No. I didn't ask. She'd tell me first if she wants me to know. She's really not the type of girl who you can ask about her personal life and she'll give you an answer right away. At least, not anymore," Fred responded.

"Yeah, don't worry, though. She'll trust you soon enough. She sleeps with you now, doesn't she? It's not too long before she shares her deepest darkest secrets."

Fred could only nod in response.