"What'd they talk about?" Ginny demanded quietly. She'd waited up after being kicked out of the kitchen.

"They've been guarding some kind of weapon, something he didn't have last time," Hermione answered, quickly changing into pajamas. "They've been trying to recruit people and they've got people spying in the Ministry. Kingsley Shackelbolt, he's an Auror, is making them run circles trying to find Sirius."

"You're giving me the short-" Ginny paused as they heard footsteps, diving into her bed and pulling up the covers to her chin. Mrs. Weasley cracked the door open, letting light spill into the room. Hermione put one finger up to her lips and gestured to Ginny, who looked to be sleeping peacefully. She gave a convincing sigh and moved the slightest bit. Hermione slipped into her own bed under Mrs. Weasley's hawk like gaze. Mrs. Weasley closed the door and remained outside for a good minute before she moved on.

"Anything else?" asked Ginny, her voice not much more than a whisper.

"Sirius will be the one who gives us information," said Hermione, grinning slightly. "Especially when your mum isn't around."

"I knew I liked him."

There was a soft crack, "Make a sound, Gin, and I'll hex you."

Hermione found herself pulled to her feet. In the dark, she was fairly certain it was Fred, but it had been George who abducted her the last time. Hermione made as small yelp as he pulled her onto his back, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He cracked the door open, but the hallway was now dark and silent; Mrs. Weasley had finished her rounds and had gone to bed. Hermione bit her lip to contain her grin and laughs as he thudded up the steps and into a recently cleared room.

"Hi there," Fred grinned as he dropped her down unceremoniously on a couch. Hermione leaned against the armrest as Fred plopped one knee down on either side of her thin waist, propping himself up on the armrest.

"Your Mum is going to kill you," said Hermione softly, though she couldn't trouble herself to be all that worried about it. After all, this was Fred. And besides, she was probably already asleep. Hopefully.

"I'm starting to think it might be worth it," Fred whispered. He was so tantalizingly close to her, but ever the gentlemen, he would not push Hermione any farther than she was comfortable with. Unless-

Hermione bravely closed the distance between them, her small hands slipping under his shirt and finding immense delight at the hard muscles that resided there. She may not ever understand Quidditch, but she sure as hell was learning to appreciate it. Fred touched her lips with his tongue, and for the first time in a while, Hermione opened her mouth and let him take control. It was easily the best decision Hermione could remember.

Hermione nearly forgot to breath she was so caught up in Fred. Then he pulled away from her ever so slowly, his deep kisses turning into feather soft ones, first on her lips, then along her jaw down to her neck.

"Fred," Hermione moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck. He'd found the hollow of her collar bone. Fred flicked his tongue there, smiling triumphantly as Hermione's breathing spiked.

"Definitely worth it," Fred whispered, nipping at her ear playfully.

The door opened with a soft creak and Fred stopped.

"Ah!" He grunted as someone grabbed him by the hair and dragged him off the couch.

"I catch you again, and I'll tell your mother," said Sirius lowly, shoving Fred away from the door. Hermione, who was bright pink, sat up and pushed herself off the couch.

"Sirius, I-"

"Go to bed," Sirius cut her off, pointing at the door. Hermione shot Fred an apologetic look, which he returned with an over exaggerated terrified one. Sirius turned his attention to Fred, who swallowed nervously. "Were Moony and I unclear?"

"I wasn't hurting her!" protested Fred.

"I've gotten the feeling that neither of you are really big on being the center of attention for something as trivial as this right now, especially Hermione after that nasty Skeeter business," Sirius held up a hand as Fred tried to cut in and explain why Skeeter was no longer an issue. "And I guarantee you that your little brother is going to be more than a little upset."

"It's not his prob-"

"One last thing," Sirius stepped closer to Fred and tapped his chest with a long finger. "Put a hand on her, Fred, before she turns 17, and I'll take it person. Right?"

"You can't expect me to bloody live with her and not..." groaned Fred indistinctly. "She's just-I can't not-"

"Quit whining, James," Sirius froze, and Fred stared at him bewildered.

"George I get but-"

"You got the girl, you're excited, whatever," Sirius stepped back, rubbing his forehead. "I expect you to be a gentleman... Oh, where's Moony when you need him!"

With that, Sirius walked out, leaving a bewildered Fred in his wake.

"What the fuck?!" Fred demanded of his hands, before silently treading back to his room, seriously questioning the effects of Azkaban on one's sanity.

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Ok, so I think I'm probably going to end up skipping 67% of the 5th book just because it's so long and I don't have to detail Hermione and Fred's every waking moment spend together.

Guest: The end of George's 'What would you do if I told you-' was definitely 'Fred and Hermione have been going at it like rabbits the past 6 months.' Technically not true, but it gets the job done.

Collectorofkeys: Yes. Sirius dies. A huge part of the the end of the 5th book and beginning of the 6th book is how Harry had to deal with the guilt of that, taking that away is too much. I'm not going to save people willy nilly. If I save one person, I will kill another. So before you ask me to save Fred, ask who I'll kill in his stead.

FandomQueen104: Ron is going to get steadily more and more pissy.