A/N: I decided to write this last minute for the Ultimate OTP Competition II. I used the prompt song here. Sorry I haven't been writing much this month, I went on a cruise to Alaska last week and just got back. Anyway, thanks for all the follows, reviews, favorites and such. You guys are awesome. When I came back on fanfiction yesterday for the first time in three weeks, I saw that somebody in HPFC nominated me as the person most dedicated to their OTP. (Fremione.) Thank you so much to whoever you are. That made me feel all gushy inside and it touched me. I do love Fremione so much, so this piece is also for you.

Here's a fun fact about my OTP. Some of you may be wondering how Fremione became my OTP. Fremione became my OTP in August 2013 when I first entered my first challenge in HPFC called the 50 ways to say Goodbye Challenge. My pair that I recieved was Fremione. My first thought about Fremione was "...What? How am I going to write something for Fremione? It'll be so hard to write as Fred. And to put Fred and Hermione together? What a weird pairing... little did I know though. I ended up falling in love with them after I wrote my first piece called One Last Time. You should check it out if you haven't yet!

Now, onto the chapter! Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. JK Rowling does.

Hermione was walking back from Hagrid's hut after the quidditch match with Harry and Ron. She had been able to consult with Harry, but she hadn't been able to speak to Fred, though she was wanting to.

Her eyes suddenly spotted a figure walking down to the lake on the way back, and she groaned.

"What?" Ron asked immediately, giving her a concerned look.

"Fred," Hermione answered simply, nodding towards the lake. "I have to stop him before he does something stupid. Oh, wait. Being outside after curfew is already stupid. He could get in more trouble." She started to turn angrily, but Ron grabbed her hand.

"Hermione…I'd give him his space. He has a temper when he's mad. I don't want him to take it out on you."

Hermione sighed. "Thanks for the advice, but my boyfriend needs me right now."

Ron winced at those words, but he still held onto her hand. "I don't want you to get in trouble," he said.

"I won't. Besides, I'm already out late. Don't wait up for me," she said, directing that to both Harry and Ron.

Fred was skipping rocks angrily by the time she reached the lake and Hermione placed her hands on her hips. "Are you serious? You're really outside of curfew?"

"My name is Fred, not Sirius," Fred grumbled as he picked up another rock.

"Fred!" Hermione walked over to him impatiently and placed his hand over his.

"Leave me alone, Hermione." Fred yanked his hand out of hers, and she blinked her eyes, surprised at the harsh tone of his words.

She stood in front of him and gave him a glare. "No."

Fred returned her glare before walking away.

"Fred!" Hermione said again, following him.

"I don't want to talk to you right now!" Fred exclaimed as he stepped away. "I don't want to do or say anything that I'll regret."

"Well, you can forget your idea of walking away from me. Because I'm not leaving you," Hermione snapped, stepping in front of her again.

"You're out after hours," he commented, widening his eyes.

"Yes. A prefect is breaking the rules. I don't care about the rules right now, I care about you. You didn't leave me when I was upset about Cedric's death and You-Know-Who coming back."

Fred's eyes flashed as he stared at her. "That was different," he muttered, looking away.

"You told me not to shut you out," Hermione said as she softened her expression.

"I'm not shutting you out, I'm just trying to avoid a fight with you. I have a temper when I'm angry."

"So I've heard. I don't care," Hermione replied.

Fred narrowed his eyes at her before he sighed in retaliation. "This is stupid compared to the whole Cedric thing," he said as he lowered his head.

"No it's not," Hermione said as she stepped closer and wrapped her hands around his. "I may not understand quidditch, but I know it's one of your passions. And your passions make you Fred." She reached up and ruffled his hair affectionately.

He moved his head when she messed it up, but he didn't move his hand away. "I shouldn't have lost my temper or control then," he muttered as he looked away.

"You didn't," Hermione said.

"But the girls had to hold me back. I would've been punching Malfoy too if I had the chance. That Weasley is our King song just got to me."

"You didn't though," Hermione said again.

"Hermione!" Fred said in exasperation.

"Umbridge shouldn't have banned you. You didn't deserve that."

"But-" Hermione interrupted Fred by hugging him tightly. He relaxed a little and rested his head on her forehead.

"I'm sorry…I know this is hard on you," she said softly.

"It's harder than I thought it would be," Fred murmured.

"I know," Hermione answered as she squeezed his hand. They embraced each other for several long moments. They had a comfortable silence when Hermione suddenly looked up at him. His lips met hers at the same time as she looked up and it had the same affect that it always had on her. They pulled away though her heart was still dancing and she felt warm all the way down to her toes. Those feelings she had been feeling toward him came back in strong force and it caused her to almost stumble a little.

Fred gave her a curious look, and she knew her face was probably feeling warm. "Are you all right?"

"I-" Hermione swallowed nervously. She wasn't sure what to do about these feelings. She didn't really know what the rules for the first I love you was. Were they supposed to be together longer? Wasn't the guy supposed to say something? The feeling was just growing stronger so she blurted out the words without thinking.

"I love you!"

Fred's eyes widened and Hermione could tell that he was taken back. "What?" he asked incredulously.

"I'm sorry," Hermione said, backing away. "I shouldn't have said that. It was too soon… and stupid for me to say during a time like this."

"Hermione, stop," Fred said as he took her hands again.

"I don't know the rules for this," she argued, refusing to meet his eyes.

"Rules?" Fred chuckled and Hermione glared at him and slapped his shoulder.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"I just made an idiot of myself by putting my feelings out there and you're laughing at me," Hermione said angrily.

"You aren't an idiot," Fred answered automatically. "There are no rules for us," he said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears. "We aren't a normal couple."

"But it's too soon… I shouldn't…I-"

"You shouldn't what?" Fred asked, wearing a sly grin. The fact that her heart danced at this made her eyes narrow in anger again.

Hermione whirled around and turned her back towards him. "Oh, I hate you," she murmured.

"Why?" Fred said, laughing again. She peeked over her shoulder and saw his eyes were dancing.

"Because you're trying to make me say those three words again!"

The grin grew bigger. "What three words?"

"Forget it. Come on, we need to head back now, it's late."

"Oh, come on Hermione," Fred said, groaning.

"No," Hermione said firmly as she walked toward the castle. How could this have gone horribly wrong? Why had Fred reacted the way he did? Obviously there were rules to this sort of thing, otherwise he wouldn't look like he was in on some kind of secret, she thought to herself.