A.N. Thank you for reviewing. This isn't mine not the characters or anything,
except for the plot. Onthe plus side, I finally got to see the movie again.
And the twins were once again mine to behold for a few treasured moments
*SIGH*. I will marry one of the twins, I don't care which. *SIGH* On to
the story.


Harry sat in a pretty room that he didn't recognize. He was looking into a
fire that was the focal point of the room, and could feel the heat licking
at his face. He felt the weight shift on the couch beside him. He turned and
was inches away from Fred's face. his dark eyes looked like they held storms
with the light of the flames flickering on them. His sensuous lips were open
just a bit, and Harry could feel Fred's warm breath hitting his lips. Harry
shivered a bit and felt himself getting aroused. Fred closed the small
distance between them, and Harry felt Fred's warm lips against his and his
hands on his back. Harry's hands found their way to fred's neck and hair. He
urged Fred to kiss him longer and deeper. His silky tongue carressed Harry's.
Finally, Fred broke their kiss and moved to Harry's neck, nibbling softly.
Fred's hands went under Harry's shirt carressing and exploring, and then-


"Harry! harry! We'll be late for a breakfast, wake up!," Ron shouted to him.
Harry's eyes opened a bit and he grumbled something.

"What?" Ron asked.

"I said go away," Harry said. He just wanted to go back to the dream and let
Fred finish what he started.

"Come on Harry. We need to go," Ron said. He leaned down and whispered in
his ear "Fred will be there." Harry sat up immediately.

"Ten minutes," Ron said as a final warning as Harry sleepily shuffled
into the bathroom to change.

Ron and Harry walked down to the great hall. George, Fred, and Hermione
were there already. Harry sat down beside Fred. Ron sat across from them with
Hermione and George.

"Hello all. Feeling better Fred?" Ron asked. Fred nodded, gave a look to
Ron and they all continued talking. Whenever Harry and Fred's hands touched
they both turned red. George looked from one to the other. he could tell that
they were avoiding each others gazes. Hermione didn't look confused, she looked
like she knew exactly what was going on. George got the same look after awhile.
Ron just smiled hoping that they would evantually get it over with, and things
could be able to go back to normal.


It was the last class of the day. When they were finally released, all the
students cheered. It was two days until the Yule Ball, no more classed for a
week and a half.(A.N. I know the time line is all wacky, but the HP book aren't
the easiest to interpret and I decided that the Yule Ball should be before
christmas.)

George found Ron walking away from the tranfiguration classroom.

"Ron, something's going on. And I'm left out. What's happening?" George
asked bluntly.

"I- can't tell you," hesaid.

"Oh, come off, you git! It's obvious. Fred and Harry fancy each other.
But does that have anything to do with why he was crying earlier. And, if
they like each other, why haven't they said anything about it?" George asked.

"Harry doesn't know fred likes him, and vice-versa. At the ball, Hermione
is going to try to convince him to talk to Harry. First, we have to get him
to tell her he likes Harry. Not hard. I'll ask permission from him to tell her.
I'm sure he won't mind. I should go and find him so I can ask," Ron said and
they walked toward the common room together.


"Fred?" Ron asked hesitantly.

"Yeah?" Fred replied. He was reading a book on his bed, and they were
talking after George had dragged all of their roommates from their dormitory.
He actually wasn't reading, he was replaying the dream he had last night. It
was identical to the one Harry had.

"Would you mind if I told Hermione? That you like Harry?" Ron asked.
Fred continued "reading".

"She wouldn't tell him, would she?" Fred asked. He looked calm and
collected, but his voice quivered.

"No. she wouldn't. It's just that Hermione is so clever, maybe she
could help you with your problem," Ron said. fred was silent as he considered.

"If you really want to," Fred said and went back to "reading". In his
mind he was doing exactly what Harry wanted him to, he was finishing.


Harry and Hermione were in the library. It was a bit noisy, there were
students socializing as well as a few book-worms studying for the new term
already.

Hermione saw Ron walk through the door and waved him over.

"Hey guys! Hermione I need to talk to you, alone, later," Ron said.
Harry looked mopey for a moment.

"I get it. I'll leave. Gotta talk to Alicia about the next quidditch
match anyway," Harry said and left.Ron sat down.

"Listen Hermione, Fred was dating Oliver Wood since his first year.
Oliver broke up with him last year because he liked someone else, Harry. And
Fred wanted to be mad at Harry for breaking them up, and can't and instead
falls in love with him," Ron said. Hermione didn't looked surprised.

"I knew Oliver liked him, but I didn't know that him and Fred were
dating.

"So all you need to do is talk to Fred at the ball and try to get
him to confess to Harry. If all goes to plan, they'll be dancing and snogging
by the end of the night," Ron said with a laugh.

"It's going to be a lot of fun," Hermione said. They both smiled at
each other and their hands touched. Hermione smiled even wider, and Ron turned
red when he grasped her hand. He leaned over and right before he was about to
kiss her they heard someone clearing their throat.

"Please find somewhere else to do that," Madam Pince said. They both
giggled nervously and left. They were so embarrassed by what happened, they
didn't talk about it that day. Or the next. They would finally get around to
it at the ball.