Hormones

Pregnancy

25 Weeks

Hermione was a force to be reckoned with. She was achy, tired, angry, weepy, and lonely. Fred had begrudgingly left a whole nine days ago for France, and although he floo called her everyday, she missed him terribly. She just wanted him to be there to rub her aches away, hold her while she was emotional… she missed his warmth, his laugh, his smell… even his smart mouth. She now understood why Angelina was so needy toward the end of her own pregnancy.

Random members of the family would stop by everyday, but it made her emotionally exhausted trying not to become angry with everyone. Just the fact that they were in her personal space made her moody. She knew they were doing their best to be supportive and that Fred had asked them to, but it made her feel like an invalid and she just wanted to be left alone with her feelings.

When George entered through the floo that evening, Hermione took one look at him from the sofa and began to sob into her hands. He was too much of a reminder. She didn't want him near her. It broke her heart to see that face.

"Hermione! What's wrong, love?" George hurried over to her and wrapped her in his long arms and squeezed her. "Ssshhh… it's okay, Herms… tell me what's wrong." He stroked her hair as she cried into his chest.

"I just miss him so much! Waking up without him every morning and going to bed alone each night is so devastating. I am so achy and emotional and I just want him here to cuddle me and he's so far away! I miss his warmth and his smell. His laugh and his voice..." She cried, losing control of her emotions while her words muffled against his wet t-shirt. "You look so much like him, and it made my heart ache. Is he ever coming home?" George waited for her to calm a little before answering. Holding her, he rocked them slowly and gave her time to cry it out and catch her breath. Eventually, she managed to calm herself enough that her tears had subsided and her sobs turned into smaller hiccups.

"Hermione… I'm sorry I couldn't go. Angelina begged me to stay because of the girls. I should have gone. I shouldn't have made him go with you like this." George cradled her head into his chest with his hand, feeling extremely guilty. He wished he could make it better, but he couldn't.

She sat up and sniffled, wiping at her cheeks. She knew it wasn't his fault, even though a small part of her wanted to be petty and blame him. "Please don't feel guilty, George. You have two little ones and I probably wouldn't have wanted Fred to go either if I was in that situation."

"I didn't expect this to take so long… it shouldn't have taken more than a week. Those wankers can't decide on a contract and it's getting ridiculous. If we didn't need these materials asap, I would have told Fred to jump ship. I hope he comes home soon, cause I'd hate for something to happen with you while he was away. I'd never forgive myself." George looked down at his fingers as he twisted them together tightly.

Hermione frowned, her heart aching seeing George so negative. He was never like this. "I'm sure nothing will happen before he gets back. I just miss him. It's hard being alone."

XxXxXx

She was on day eleven without Fred and it was Sunday at the burrow. She sat on a kitchen chair, her feet propped up on the chair across the table from her while she read.

Bill and Fleur were upstairs with Victoire, while Molly and Arthur went up to take a short nap before the others came. No one else was there yet and Hermione was honestly happy to get a quiet moment. She loved being around the family, but the noise that came with being around others overstimulated her and frustrated her. Another thing to blame the terrible pregnancy hormones for.

There was a noise from the floo and she groaned. She didn't want to have to look at George or have to listen to Ginny talk a mile a minute about wedding plans.

The door to the kitchen opened and she turned in her seat to see who it was. A tall, broad-shouldered twin stood in the doorway with a thousand watt smile on his face.

She stood and turned to face him, disbelieving. Her breath caught in her throat and her heart started beating hard against her ribcage as their eyes locked. She could feel the happiness coming from him through their bond. She swallowed back tears at the sight and feel of him. She wouldn't sob like a lunatic. She would not make him feel bad about being gone for work.

As she took in her husband, Hermione couldn't seem to wrap her mind around the fact that he was really there. She felt like it was a lie. Had someone spiked her drink with a daydream charm?

"Fred? " It was a whisper. She was scared he wasn't real.

Fred made the two long strides to his wife and gripped her hips, his strong hands wrapping around her curves until they found their way to the deep bend of her back.

"Hi."

He hadn't realized how much he truly missed her until he touched her. Now all he wanted to do was take her home, take her clothes off, and spend the rest of the evening tangled up with her. They needed to get reacquainted.

"You're really here." Her voice was quiet and breathy, making her realize she was beginning to hyperventilate. She took a deep breath in to try to calm herself and breathed him in, her throat constricting as her tears threatened to fall again. It really was him. He smelled so good and looked so handsome. Those amber eyes were everything she needed. She searched his face, taking in her gorgeous husband. He had deep circles under his eyes, his face a little pale, and she wondered if he'd been having trouble sleeping, too.

Fred's fingers gripped her back, pulling her closer. Her round stomach pressed against the hard planes of his abs and as his eyes darkened, Hermione's heartrate quickened. Butterflies erupted deep in her stomach and she found herself trembling in his arms. She felt like she had gone back in time and he was touching her for the first time again. The need in his eyes went straight to her core and she knew he could see the same need in hers.

Fred's eyes flicked down to her chest, noticing her change in breathing. When he looked back up to her face, he noticed that her lower lip was trapped between her perfectly white teeth. Her lips were pink, plump, and perfect and he knew how soft they'd feel against his own. She was trembling. He was worried surprising her was too much on her brittle body.

"You're trembling."

"I'm sorry." Reaching up, her delicate fingers slid through the short hair above his ear, her fingernails grazing his scalp.

The simple action made Fred's blood rush downward and he groaned, leaning his forehead against hers, his nose lightly grazing hers. He closed his eyes and tried to get the haze to lift. She knew just how to touch him and he knew that look in her eyes. He was sure her desire pooled between her legs and he'd bet his entire shop that he could push her over the edge with just a few strokes of his tongue. His mouth watered at the thought.

Trying to center himself, his fingers found their way into her curls, the soft strands tangling around his nimble fingers. Hermione sighed and leaned into his touch making his eyes fly open, his eyes meeting her wide, dark brown ones. There was so much heat in her gaze. Her eyes were so dark and wanting, that he needed to claim her mouth. She was begging for it.

Lightly pulling on her curls so that her chin lifted, he leaned down to capture her mouth. He had a fleeting thought that they were at his parents, but the need to claim her took precedence over their location. Hearing... feeling her moan against his mouth threw all logic out the window. It took every ounce of energy not to take her right there in his parents kitchen. Nipping her bottom lip, he grinned at her gasp, easing her lip with his tongue.

"It's taking everything in me not to bend you over this table and fuck you senseless." His words were whispered against her mouth as he backed her into the cabinet along the wall, his hands still locked in her hair and against the small of her back, cradling her against him. "I hate when I can't take care of you. The only ache I want you to have is from me after I've left you. That deep ache that means you took me completely... the one you only get when you're completely wet and soft for me..."

"Fred..." His name was a whimper on her tongue. She swore he could push her over the edge just by his voice. The way he talked to her...

His head tilted a little, searching her face. "You're mine, Hermione."

A small smile graced her lips and she nodded. She'd never deny him that. She knew how important it was that she was his and only his. One of the few things he didn't have to share.

"This is mine." His hand rested on the material over her heart. "Only mine." Pressing his palm against her chest, he could feel the wild beats of it. His hand found her own and he pressed her palm to his heart. "And yours."

Her smile widened, a few tears escaping her eyes. "Only mine."

His mouth found hers again, possessing every inch of her he could. He wanted to show her who she belonged to. Not just say it. He wanted to express how much he missed her and how fucking bad he needed her.

Hermione's knees went weak. She could feel the love and arousal through their bond and it was so strong that it made her dizzy. Gripping his shoulders, she allowed her body to relax and mold against his, the tightness in Fred's pants pressing against her lower stomach.

She whimpered into his mouth, feeling too consumed by him. At least for the time being. She wanted to he completely possessed by her husband, but not there. If he continued, she wouldn't be able to help herself and she was sure his parents would catch them in her old room. She'd never been able to keep quiet.

Pulling back, he took in her hazy eyes, red swollen lips, and flushed cheeks. Gripping her hair a bit tighter, he lightly pulled on it, making her chin lift toward the ceiling while her head tilted to the side, exposing her neck to him.

"I haven't had my fill, Hermione. Not yet."

Hermione didn't think he'd get his fill... hoped he wouldn't anyway. Not here where they couldn't truly be together. She opened her mouth to tell him that, but his mouth found her neck and all coherent thought left her quickly.

He trailed a line of open-mouthed kisses from the bottom of her ear to her clavicle, nipping his way back up with his teeth, soothing each one with the tip of his tongue before moving to the next one. He found the pulse point below her ear and bit down a little harder.

Hermione gasped and tightened her grip on his shoulders while biting her lip to keep herself quiet. Why was it so hard for her to shut up?

Grinning, Fred untangled his hand from her hair as their eyes met again. "So responsive, baby. I can't wait for you to remind me just how much when I have you naked and open tonight." He gripped her chin with his thumb and forefinger, pulling it down and to the right, Hermione's gaze falling to the floor while his lips found the skin on the left side of her neck. Couldn't neglect one side, could he?

When he felt her wiggling a little to find some relief from her arousal, he grinned and nuzzled into her neck. "Such a good girl."

There was a frustrated growl and Fred was pulled away from Hermione by the back of his shirt. Fred's eyes flashed in anger as he turned to face his brother.

"How dare you! How dare you make her submit!"

Fred gave sardonic laugh, his eyes intense with anger as he stepped closer to his brother. Instead of lowering his chin to meet Bill's eyes, he looked down his nose at him, a deep scowl on his face.

"What's the matter, Bill?" Fred asked in a low voice. "Jealous she isn't submitting to you?"

Hermione bit her lip, her heartrate quickening again, remembering what happened last time Fred and Bill did this. She knew why Bill took offense to it and she was fairly sure she knew Fred didn't know the true depth of why it angered Bill so much.

Bill rolled his eyes. "This isn't what Hermione wants. She's not a submissive person!"

The right side of Fred's lip curled up into a smirk, his eyes narrowing in amusement. "You have no idea what she wants."

Bill shook his head, refusing to take a step back from his brother who was too close. "You won't intimidate me little brother."

"Fred…" Hermione warned, her voice cracking.

"I'm sure she doesn't like you exerting your power over her." Bill answered, his eyes narrowing into a scowl to match Fred's.

"Fred! Bill! Stop." Hermione said from a few feet away. She wasn't about to try and move between them while she was so pregnant. It wasn't worth the risk. Luckily, George and Angelina entered, hearing Hermione.

When Fred leaned down even closer to Bill's face, Hermione's feet automatically moved towards them but George grabbed her arm, causing her to stop. He pulled her to Angelina by the door and stepped closer to his brothers.

"See… that's where you're wrong. She does like it. In fact, she loves it." Fred said, the right side of his lip twitching upward.

Bill growled indignantly.

"She loves when I overpower her… when I use my strength to hold her arms above her head… to push her into my mattress. She's more than willing to comply when I give her an order… and when she disobeys and I correct her with a strike on the backside… she begs for more."

Hermione gasped, her face breaking into a furious flush over his words. She set her jaw and made to move, but Angelina wouldn't let go.

Bill could feel his blood boiling in his veins. If it had been closer to the full moon, he wouldn't have been able to control himself. Taking a deep breath, it seemed that Bill was going to take the high road and walk away, but he couldn't. He was too angry. He needed a fight. Surprising his brother, he pushed Fred as hard as he could, planting his feet so he'd be ready when Fred came back. George was able to catch Fred before he fell backward into the table, but Fred quickly corrected himself and came for Bill, just as he expected.

"Stay away from my wife. She's mine and mine only. I'll fuck her any way I please." Fred was nose-to-nose with his brother when he poked him hard in the chest.

"How dare you! You sick bastard!" Bill screamed, his arm coming around to knock a fist into his brother's face. George caught his arm before it connected. "Think about this mates. You're brothers!" He tried prying the two apart.

Fred ignored his twin. "How dare I? How dare I what? Give my wife what she wants?"

"It's not right! It's disgusting!" Bill said, clenching his jaw.

"Oh is it? I seem to remember that wife of yours borrowing a book on the same subject!" Fred spat.

Bill gasped, his eyes narrowing. "What we do behind closed doors is none of your business!" He poked Fred back in the chest to drive home his point.

"Hypocrite!" Fred yelled, slapping Bill's hand away.

"You aren't behind closed doors! You're in your mother's kitchen!"

"What did I do that was so terrible today?! She's my wife! I haven't seen her in two weeks!"

"YOU FORCED HER-"

"STOP! RIGHT NOW!" Hermione finally found her voice. She knew they were getting nowhere. The two turned and looked at her, Fred finally registering her anger and panic resonating through him.

"Bill, we are not like you! We don't have werewolf blood!" Hermione said, her voice calming a little. "Fred! How dare you speak about what we do behind closed doors! That is no one's business, but ours!"

"But Hermione-"Bill started.

"No. If you want to talk, then we're going to sit down like civilized adults and talk about this before I get too stressed out and you two force me into preterm labor!"

As if Fred just remembered that his wife was pregnant, he hurried over to her and put an arm around her, escorting her into the sitting room, leaving his fuming brother behind.

"Sit." He commanded when they made it to the sofa. Hermione noticed his tone, but considering what had just conspired, she decided to let it slide. Fred sat down in the corner of the couch and she sat down next to him, folding her feet under her so she could snuggle up to her husband. He put an arm around her while the other hand spread itself over her large tummy. He felt the baby kick and grinned, feeling some of his anger dissipate. Leaning down, he kissed Hermione's head, which was leaning against the front of his shoulder.

"I've missed you so much, pet. This is my calm. Right here. You two. Nothing else matters when it's us." Fred whispered into her ear.

She grinned against his shoulder. "I've missed you. So much, Fred. I can't believe you're home."

"I should have been home a week ago. I'm sorry for that."

"You're home now. That's all that matters."

"I'll make it up to you." He nuzzled into the top of her head, wishing he could just curl up in their bed with her and hold her for hours while they slept. He was exhausted.

"Are we just going to pretend like that never happened or are we going to talk about it like Hermione recommended?" Bill asked, frustrated.

Hermione looked over to see him in the armchair. She hadn't even realized he followed. She then noticed George sitting in the floor between Fred and Bill, obviously ready to intervene if necessary.

"Why is it such a big deal?" Fred asked.

Bill scowled at him.

"Look… Fred…" Hermione sighed and sat up a little. "In his eyes you were forcing me to submit by making me show you my neck and by making me look down to the floor and away from you."

"I forced you?" Fred asked, looking down at Hermione, his eyebrows creased in worry.

Hermione shook her head. "You didn't force me to do anything, baby. It's just a werewolf thing… to show dominance. Bill can't seem to let it go." She looked over to Bill and raised an eyebrow.

Bill straightened his legs in front of him, crossing them at the ankles and then crossing his arms. Hermione pursed her lips together, annoyed that Bill wasn't willing to explain himself.

"Bill. Why can't you let it go? Fred and I are married. We're going to have a baby in a few months. We're adults."

"I don't want him dominating the relationship. I don't want you to feel like your drowning and like you don't have a say." Bill explained.

"But I do have a say! We just like to do certain things in the bedroom. I am not going into detail… but we both want it. You caught us kissing… it isn't like he was admonishing me for something and forcing my head down. He would never do that. You need to let it go… let me go." Hermione tried to explain.

Bill rubbed his face with both hands and let out a frustrated growl. "It's not that easy, Hermione!" He said, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

"Why the fuck not?! You say you're disgusted by what I do, but she's my wife! You have your own so why are you so obsessed with mine? That's what's disgusting!" Fred yelled.

Hermione turned sideways and curled up against Fred quickly when it looked like he was about to get up. Feeling the weight of her stomach on his thigh and pressed against the front of his hip made him relax and he looked down at her affectionately, giving her a small, tightlipped smile as he lifted his hand and rubbed her stomach. She knew that he was still reeling, but at least she placated him enough for the time being.

Bill leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, his hands rubbing together. "Listen… I don't see her like that! Look… she lost Ron… and then when I found out her parents were gone too and that she had no family left... it's like something clicked in me. I was no longer just her dead boyfriend's brother, but her brother…or even parent. It became important to me that she was happy… that she wasn't being taken advantage of or manipulated. I love her like I do Victoire. Not Fleur."

Hermione sniffled, her eyes full of tears. "Bill, that is very sweet… but you really have to let go. Fred and I are doing great. If, for whatever reason, I need you then I'll come to you."

Bill sighed. "I can't guarantee that I won't get pissed off every once in awhile if Fred does something stupid… but I'll try to not butt in. Could you not do that in public anymore though?"

Hermione giggled. "We'll try not to."

Bill smiled and gave a nod, getting up and hugging Hermione before heading upstairs to see where Fleur was.

"Well… that went a lot better than expected. I put a muffliato on the stairs thinking it was going to get loud." George said as he got up and collapsed on the empty spot on the couch.

Hermione snuggled deeper into Fred and nuzzled his neck. "I'm so glad you're home. We missed you."

Fred grinned and laid his head on top of hers. "I can tell. Little man is kicking up a storm."

"I think it's his little happy dance." Hermione teased.

29 Weeks

Fred woke up to Hermione punching at her pillow, letting out a frustrated growl while she cried.

"Pet… what is it?"

Hermione sniffled and flopped back onto her back. "Don't call me pet! I'm not a dog!"

"Hermione..." She'd never had a problem with that name before, but he took a mental note to not call her that again.

"I can't get comfortable! My hips hurt, my back hurts, I'm achy…and now I'm annoyed! How am I supposed to do this for another eleven weeks?" She took a deep cleansing breath and let it out. "I hate this."

Fred looked at her for a moment and she turned her head to meet his gazen annoyed that he was being so quiet.

"Let's try something… come here."

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "I am not in the mood."

Fred laughed. "Not what I have in mind. Roll onto your side toward me." When she didn't move he rolled his eyes. "Just humor me."

She sighed and rolled onto her side.

"Good. Now come closer." She shimmied closer and he pulled her stomach up and she glared at him and stopped moving. "Just keep coming! And don't look at me like that!"

She did as she was told, but she grumbled. When she was as close as she could be and they both relaxed, she realized the weight pulling on her back was gone. Her stomach was being supported by the side of his stomach, as if he were a body pillow.

He smiled at her. "Better?"

She gave him a small smile and laid her head on the front of his shoulder. "Thank you."

32 Weeks

"Baby, what's wrong?" Fred found himself asking this question quite frequently.

He had just entered the flat from a long day of work and potion making. As he was taking off his potions smock and hanging it on the back of the door, he heard Hermione sniffing.

He sat next to her, his leg tucked under him, facing towards her.

Hermione shook her head. "It's nothing! I just saw a commercial on the television of this baby elephant and his Mum and he was holding her tail with his tiny little trunk!" Hermione burst into sobs again and hid her face in her hands. Fred was glad she wasn't looking at him, cause it was hard for him to keep a straight face.

"It… it was just so sweet!" Hermione added, grabbing a tissue off the coffee table and blowing her nose.

Fred tilted his head the side and gave her an amused smirk.

"Are you making fun of me, Mr. Weasley?"

Fred bit his bottom lip to contain his chuckle. "Only a bit, Mrs. Weasley."

"Hrmph!" Hermione crossed her arms dramatically, pouting a little.

"Oh, baby… don't be angry! I'm sorry. I just think you're cute." Fred pulled her to him.

Hermione made a futile attempt to push away, but feeling the warmth of her husband and, with the smell of him overpowering her senses, she quickly found herself snuggling into the embrace.

"I'm cute when I'm an emotional wreck, am I?" Hermione said, grinning into his chest.

"Yes." He smirked.

She gasped and started to pull away to give him a scowl, but he grabbed her head and pushed it back to his chest, holding it there as he stroked her hair. When she relaxed, he kissed the top of her head. "Good girl."

"Hrmph."

Fred chuckled and squeezed her to him. He felt a small jab to his rib. "Little man just kicked me."

"Good."

"But he's supposed to be on my side!"

"Nope."

"But-" Fred began.

"Uh uh." Hermione said, cutting him off.

"You're so exasperating!"

"You're one to talk!" Hermione retorted.

"If you weren't pregnant, I'd be throwing you over my shoulder and nipping that sassy mouth of yours in the bud."

"Oh my." Hermione couldn't stop her grin. "Soon… hopefully."

Fred kissed her temple. "Might be hard with a screaming infant."

Hermione sighed, a frown tugging at her lips. "A lot is going to change."

"It is… but I'm sure I'll still find time to have my wicked way with you."

Hermione blushed. "Good. I miss Frederick." She grinned up at him.

He shook his head at her and took a deep breath, letting it out. "Soon."

She nodded. "Soon."

34 Weeks

Hermione had been having Braxton-Hicks off and on all day and she realized she needed to find something to do to keep her mind off of it. Every time she felt the cramps, a mixture of excitement, nervousness, and anxiety washed over her.

She decided to sit in the dark oak rocking chair in the nursery and read 'Stewart Little' out loud to the baby. She was a quarter of the way through the book when she noticed movement at the door and found Fred smiling at her. She smiled back without stopping her reading and continued on, rubbing her stomach with one hand while the other held open the book.

Fred padded into the room and leaned down in front of her, placing his head on her stomach, his hands on each side. She realized he was in his pajama pants, his chest and feet were bare, while his hair was dark red and wet.

She closed the book and slipped her hands through his wet hair and grinned as the smell of a freshly showered Fred hit her nostrils. Her light blue cotton shirt now had a round dark blue wet spot, but she didn't mind in the slightest.

They sat there in silence for awhile, quite content while she ran her fingers through his hair and he rubbed the sides of her stomach.

"We don't have much longer." Fred said, interrupting the quiet.

Hermione was surprised that he didn't sound more excited. "What's wrong, Fred?"

He turned his head and kissed the wet spot on her shirt before looking up at her. "I can't deny that a little part of me is going to miss this."

Hermione gave him a sad smile. She knew they would probably never get to experience pregnancy again. Her heart ached for Fred.

"Me too."

"It'll be nice to meet him though. He seems to be getting restless. He keeps moving." Fred mentioned, pulling up her top and watching the small movements of her tummy.

"I think he's running out of space. Can't find a comfortable spot." Hermione smiled. "It won't be long. Healer Melanie said he's in position. Here… feel."

She took his hand and brought it down close to her right hip bone. She pressed his fingers into her stomach. "That's his head."

Fred gave her a lopsided grin when he felt the hard round head.

She grabbed his hand again and brought it up and to the left and pushed down again. "That's his little bum."

He shook his head in amazement. "This is just incredible, Hermione. You are incredible." He leaned down and kissed her stomach before laying his head back on it.

Hermione felt the strong affection coming from Fred and she ended up having to swallow back tears. "Let's go lie down, Fred. You can't be comfortable on the wood floor and my back is starting to ache."

He rose off the floor and helped her out of the chair before he took her hand to lead her out of the nursery.

Hermione watched his back muscles move as he walked. "Maybe I am ready to have him…" Hermione mumbled. The healer strictly banned sexual contact two weeks back and Hermione's hormones were in overdrive.

Fred smiled to himself. "See something you like, wife of mine?"

"Oh, yes."

Fred shook his head. "This will be the death of me."

A mischievous smile appeared on Hermione's lips as they made it to their bedroom. "Whatever do you mean, Frederick?"

Fred groaned and flopped down on the bed, facedown into his pillow, making Hermione giggle as she slipped under the covers.

"Goodnight, husband."

"Goodnight." His words were muffled into the pillow.

Hermione waited expectantly for her goodnight kiss, staring at the back of his head. When she didn't receive one, she frowned and stuck her tongue out at the back of his head.

"Don't think I didn't see that." Fred said.

"See what?" Hermione asked, innocently.

Fred growled and flipped himself over. "Get over here!"

Hermione squealed and shimmied away from him as he lunged.

"That arse is mine!" He grabbed her wrists and pulled her closer.

She laughed as she tried to release his grip. "No!"

"Yes!"

He managed to trap her hands with his left and used his right hand to pull her hip forward. "Now how many should I give you?"

"None!"

"Wrong answer! I think three should suffice."

"You getting soft on me, Weasley?" Hermione asked, amused.

"Just taking pity on a pregnant lady! Now hold still!"

"I will not! If you're going to do this, then you're going to earn all three!" Hermione said, out of breath as she used her feet to push off his legs and move away from him.

"Give me those feet!" Fred demanded, releasing her hip and reaching down to grab one.

"Don't! I'll pee the bed!" Hermione warned.

Fred immediately let go of her foot. "Okay, fine. I'll let you off easy this time. Turn over and let me cuddle you."

Hermione eyed him carefully, disbelieving.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Go on!" Fred urged.

She sighed and gave in, rolling over and backing up into him. She was almost there when she felt a whop on her bum. She squeaked in surprise.

"One!" He called out behind her.

She sighed and turned to give him better access. "Hurry up." She said dryly, rolling her eyes.

"Well, that just takes all the fun out of it!"

Hermione grinned. He fell for it. She backed up into him and grabbed his wrist, securing it around her. "Goodnight then."

"You tricked me! You little minx!"

Hermione laughed. "I'll owe you. Now go to sleep."

"Fine."