After Fred had helped Hermione into her bed again, kissed her good night and watched her eyes slowly closing, Fred sneaked out from the girls' dormitory. He sat down in the common room's sofa and began to think. He knew he had Ron's permission, no doubt about that. But it wasn't that who made him disbelieve. Am I good enough for her? Fred thought and sighed. He thought of Hermione's all fantastic features. Hermione was smart, independent, loyal, trusting, beautiful, bossy and so darn cute. What am I? Funny perhaps, and loyal, but what more? Fred felt panic grow, he needed to prove he was good enough for her. But he had no idea how.

Hermione woke up the next morning and felt different, then she saw the note on her desk and it all came back to her. She smiled, giggled and quickly threw some clothes on. As she was going to open the door she stopped. What am I doing? I can't just put random clothes on. I need to look presentable. She turned around and quickly was beside her bed again, she opened her trunk and dug after cleaner clothes. She only found some muggle clothing such as a summer dress and jeans. She sighed, they would all expect something. She put her school shirt on again and a bit less enthusiastic went towards the door.

Fred and George sat in the Great hall and ate. George saw his brother threw glances over his shoulders now and then and he was really curios about his soulmate's behavior.

"You went to bed late, last night. Where were you?" he devilish asked. Fred flinched at his brother's voice and blushed when he understood the question.

"Taking a beautiful lady out on a flight" he said mischievously and smiled.
"Really? That's great man!"

"She was a bit grumpy at first, but the more you look at her, the more nervous she becomes and then it's easier to persuade her." The brothers laughed at Fred's last statement, they didn't notice that the doors opened and a nervous school girl went in and sat a bit further away at the table. Hermione looked at the gorgeous twins, George was gorgeous too but not in the same way as Fred. Fred had that little extra with his smile. Hermione blushed and looked down at the food, she wasn't even hungry!

"Why aren't you eating Hermione?" Ron asked and sat down beside her. "Something's up?"

"I'm not sure."

"Well, honey. You look sad. You should probably eat, it solves-"

"No it doesn't Ronald. Not for me at least." Hermione sighed and quickly looked at the twins again.

"Having trouble? I can talk to him again if you want to." Ron said

"No, quite the opposite. We talked tonight, and it was so good. And it felt so right, but I'm not sure I'm ready to show the world."

"Do you think I'm cute?" Ron asked again

"Of course I do, Ronnie. But what-"

"Do you think Fred is cute?"

"I-… Fred, he's more… He- … "

"There's your answer!"

"What? I haven't even said anything."

"Can't you put away all the friggin logic and read between the lines? Love isn't crystal clear. It's deeper than that. You can't put love into words. You can't touch love, it's just there. It's just that, something between two people. You can't read in your books how to act or how to brew it to be perfect, you just have to figure it out on your own. I learned that the hard way, you know."

"When did you become so smart?" Hermione felt odd, there wasn't many times Ron's words was something she didn't already know. But she knew he was right, he did actually have more experience with love. She couldn't call Krum love, it was just something small. "Thank you." She said when tears gathered in her eyes.

"Hey, it's okay. Don't cry honey."

"You're just… amazing. Love you so much Ronnie!" Hermione said and threw her arms around her almost-brother. Ron hugged his almost-sister back and held her carefully. Ron knew he must be crazy to not love her, but he didn't. He loved her as his sister, and was eager enough to protect her as his sister.

"You know if he hurts you, I'll kick his ass."

"We're talking about your brother silly."

"I can fight him!"

"It wasn't that I meant. I doubt he'll hurt me."

Fred saw Ron hug and laugh with Hermione, he didn't feel jealous. He just wanted to hug her too. Fred sighed, he loved Hermione – deeply. But how should he express it without making her feel weird? He had no idea.

Hermione went up, took Ron's arm in hers and made their path out of the Great Hall.

"Did you know he took me out for a flight tonight?"

"Did you fly? Man, he's good."

"Well… he kind of tricked me."

"You? Again? He is good!"

"Ha-ha Ronald. Well, this is your brother – sure you want to know?" Ron nodded his head but Hermione saw him flinch a bit at the word brother. She began to tell about the adventures night and ended at the kiss.

"It felt so crystal you know, magical – even if that doesn't sound as amazing for you as it does for my muggle roots."

"If I got this straight: you two kissed, held hand and cuddled. Snogged!"

"Yes…"

"Why aren't you holding hand with him right now?"

"It's more complicated than that… "

"Well, you have my permission. Don't tell me you think Harry's in to you."

"No! It's not that. It's just… maybe more mature?" With this Ron stopped, stepped in front of Hermione and gave her a push backwards. Hermione wasn't with the movement and fell out of balance and right into George.

"Wrong twin I believe!" George said and steered Hermione towards Fred, who was blushing as much as Hermione. George and Ron looked at each other, and quickly walked away.

"Morning, beautiful!"

"You're crazy" Hermione began to walk, Fred took up her rhythm

"Most people call me funny!" Hermione smiled at this and walked in silence, she had no idea how to continue. Fred stopped, and slowed Hermione down. She looked chocked when he turned her around against him and roughly pressed his lips warm, wet and tasteful against hers.