A/N: Someone told me these authors notes at top and bottom are to personal. Sorry, but too bad. I hope this lovely (albeit probably short) chapter makes up for it. It seems I'm a bit of a night owl, I always end up writing these around 10 p.m. Can't blame myself tonight though, it's my stupid Chorus group, I swear. Who has a concert that starts at 8p.m.? Honestly. But we watched Mean Girls before we went onstage, and I annoyed almost everyone I knew by reciting most of the lines. Oh well, to 'quote' Fred "Old habits die hard."
Jen Drake- Thanks!
MioneandMalfoy- I have until about chapter 14 planned, so yes that stuff will happen, and yes it'll continue to be updated
regularly.
TTnHPlover- Yup, I must say I'm a fan of the H/F pairing. Much better then the H/G pairings (though as Emily would say
"They look the same!"). I read the stories you suggested, they were nice.
khamsin- I agree with Lee, it always sounded a bit cheeky to me to.
Lord-Voldomort- Thanks!
Lady Emily- I wouldn't really mind about ages, but before I started this story, I read a really great story, that the author
had discontinued because the reviews had discredited her age. Her situation kind of stuck with me.
xib- I think the obsession with red-headed lover fics came from a former crush of my own. So I totally know the feeling
when a guy just says hi.
Seasonings- We'll see….
Ehlonna- Neither can I.
Threepastmidnight09- I never considered Fred and Hermione until I started reading these. Now…now…now it's love!

Disclaimer: "Honestly reader, if you were any slower, you'd be going backwards."

Hermione woke quietly that morning, being sure she wasn't too loud. She knew the consequences of waking her roommates. Lavender had a dangerous habit of throwing any large and heavy objects that were nearby.

She dressed in muggle jeans and a purple top, by Abelombie, or something like that. She never kept up with what her friends back at home were interested in. Throwing on dark violet robes, she muttered a spell to help manage her unruly hair, and headed off to early breakfast.

Walking down the stone steps to the common room, she silently thanked Merlin it was Saturday. No classes, no obligations, most of all, no detention and no Fred.

Or at least, she thought there'd be no Fred. Turning the corner off the steps, she bumped into a tall figure. Looking up, she realized who it had been.

"Ouch. Watch where you're-" Fred paused, rubbing his chest through his shirt and looking down to peer at whoever had knocked into him. "Hermione?"

"Sorry, I wasn't really watching where I was going…" She started.

"No, it's fine. I'm actually glad I- Ran into you?" They both laughed uncomfortably at his joke. "I wanted to talk to you."

"Oh, um, okay." She responded hesitantly, motioning over to the Gryffindor couch, they both ambled over and sat down.

"About last night –" Started Fred, intending to apologize for the moment they had shared.

"It isn't your fault." Stated Hermione simply.

"What?" Questioned Fred, a few sentences away from fully not understanding.

"It isn't either of our faults actually. We should have known Snape never would have believed it was Myrtle who'd made the commotion, even if she was hovering right by." Hermione smiled, and Fred's heart melted in more ways then one. "It's like she gets some sort of enjoyment from getting students into trouble."

Hermione looked down as she finished talking. Fred took that as his chance to glance around uncertainly. He knew that apologizing for the almost kiss would seem out of place at the moment, and nodded defiantly to himself that if she wants to pretend it didn't happen, fine.

"Is that all?" Asked Hermione, finally looking up.

Not catching her meaning, Fred stood up and nodded.

"Yeah. I should probably go wake up George, we're supposed to go over some Quidditch moves with Angelina before practice." He gave a tentative grin. "I'm looking forward to our next detention…Ms. Granger." Fred finished, doing a horrible impersonation of the prat that was the giver of said detention.

Hermione gave a short laugh, before standing up and heading off to the portrait hole.

"Me too Fred. Maybe it'll be something equally as exciting. Like, repotting mandrakes?" They both laughed at that joke, before turning around and moving in their respective directions.

Outside the portrait, Hermione banged her head against her palm and inquired herself as to why that meeting had felt strange. Before she awkwardly slid down the wall to sit and gather her thoughts for a moment.

Inside the common room, Fred Weasley was paused with his hand on the bottom railing. He hadn't wanted to leave her, and by the thudding he'd heard from outside a minute ago, she hadn't been so keen to leave either.

Thinking up a quick plan, Fred turned on his heel and walked back into the main common room, and out the entrance. As he'd expected, Hermione was still there, struggling to get up and saunter off, sure, but still there.

"Hey, Hermione!" he grinned.
"Um, yeah Fred?" she replied, her heart giving a little flutter at his voice.
"George and I have this tradition of sort of...giving the professor a taste of their own medicine whenever we've been given a detention. And, well...George isn't awake yet -," he paused,",so I thought who better then my detention partner to help me out!"
"I don't know...pranking a teacher?" Hermione asked, hesitant.
"Nothing dangerous...they always know it's us, so it really isn't allowed to be that bad."
"Still..."
"Come on Hermione, loosen up a little bit! It'll be fun, I promise." Fred pleaded.
"Nothing too dangerous then." Hermione answered simply.
"Is that a yes?"
"Yes."

One hour, two cans of creamed spinach, and a well placed bucket later, Fred and Hermione were seated in the common room again, this time doubled over with laughter.

"Professor Vector will definetely not be trusting closed office doors anytime soon." giggled Hermione.
"That was sort of the point. But I've got to admit, for one of the smaller pranks I've ever had a part in pulling, it went well."
"Hey, Fred?" Hermione asked, quietly, still with a happy grin on her face.
"Yeah?"
"This was fun. Thanks."

A/n: Dude! I am not one for writers block, but the past week and a half as been five kinds of crazy. I started this chapter exactly a week and a half ago, the night of my chorus concert. Since then I had my friends 14th birthday sleepover at a hotel, Play rehearsals (It goes up this Tuesday and Wednesday, I have the lead, wish me luck!), Musical rehearsals, Student Council meetings (I'm one of my grades presidents.), Battle of the Bands rehearsal and performance (I MC'd and student advised, and publicized, and, and, and…) plus my other friends 15th birthday party. Plus, it's the end of term and I had to study for all my finals. My french teacher is right, I am spreading myself to thin. But don't worry, I'll keep updating. At least once every three days something will get updated.