A/N: er... Sorry about that whole "I'll update soon" thing… Anyway, since it's been so long I'm not going to reply to ever review, but I'll just say thanks later on.

Did anyone hear about the Blizzard in the Northeast? I'm stuck right in the middle of the wonderful storm. True, there will be a snow day tomorrow. But that isn't all too enjoyable when you're sick (sniffle sniffle). At least it's given me time to right for you lovelies.

Disclaimer: "How do I not own thee? Let me (not) count the ways…"

Friday's classes passed quickly. Both Fred and Hermione anticipating the nights detention.

That morning Ginny had given Hermione a knowing glance and informed her she may have 'Let it slip to Harry' (the two had been going out for several months…finally), while George and Lee had bewitched Fred's breakfast to roughly resemble Hermione's face. Bacon hair and all.

Aside from that, no incidents occurred. Barring one in Care of Magical Creatures, when Hermione had zoned off thinking of how the Redcap she was feeding's shell coloring resembled Fred's face when he blushed. Prompting Ron to question why she was smiling like a dolt, and earning a small knowing chuckle from Harry.

Dinner was a nightmare. Not wanting to sit to close and appear as though either was anxious for the night's event. Both were reduced to what felt like hours of mindless chatter.

Finally the moment came. 6 o'clock.

Hermione was the first to arrive to Professor McGonagall's room. She sat at a desk in the front row.

Minutes later, Fred rushed in. Grabbing the spot to the left of her at the very moment Professor McGonagall walked in.

"I've already informed you both that you're required to write lines tonight." She paused briefly, as if contemplating what they possibly could have done big enough for a detention, but small enough for only lines. "The sentence to write is 'I will not disturb the quiet of the castle.' You must write 200 lines, all by hand. I'll be back in another forty-five minutes to check on your progress."

On that note, she gave a flick of her wand and paper and a pencil materialized in front of each student.

With a final warning of 'No magic.' She gave a sweep of her robes, and was gone to the depths of her office.

"This is complete rubbish," stated Fred, after mere minutes of writing. "I mean, how is writing lines going to keep up from pulling something again."

Hermione felt the blush creep to her cheeks as he began talking. Even his voice was enough to make her swoon slightly.

"In case you forget Fred, it wasn't us who made the racket." She replied, feigning interest in the paper (already half filled) in front of her.

"It isn't like Snape would have given a detention to Myrtle," Fred answered, running a his free hand through his hair "He so obviously dislikes Ron and Harry too much to pass up the chance to get to one of their friends."

"I doubt giving us detention for 'disturbing the quiet of the castle' had anything to do with Harry or Ronald." She said, ending her sentence sharply. Remembering how Ron had embarrassed her earlier in the day.

"Ronald? You sound like mum. Really fancy the first names don't you?" teased Fred.

That isn't all I fancy. Thought Hermione. Turning a deeper shade of scarlet.

"Almost as much as you enjoy taunting me for it." Smiled Hermione, in a false syrupy sweet tone.

"No need toget testy'Mione, it's not like I'm going to shoot back and call you 'Granger.'" Fred grinned.

"Thank Merlin. You'd sound like Malfoy."

"Funny how your mind jumped to him, does he get you all hot and bothered?" Laughed Fred. Leaning over and poking Hermione in the side.

"That is more disgusting then ever you should be able to insinuate, Mr. Weasley."

"Mr. Weasley?...Well, if that's your kink." He shrugged. Leaning back comfortably. Albeit turning a shade of red at his own comment.

Hermione groaned at his comment.

"I am so done talking with you." Alleged Hermione. Rolling her eyes at the smirking red head.

"Take a joke 'Mione."

Hermione didn't answer, and Fred's smirk disappeared slightly.

"Come on, I was only taking the mickey out of you!" pleaded Fred lightly.

Fred mentally scolded himself, realizing he shouldn't have said that around her. They'd only recently become friends, and Fred figured she wasn't quite okay with those kind of jokes yet. When in truth, Hermione was only disappointed because she though he really was only taking the micket out of her, not flirting, or anything of the like.

"Heerrrmmmiiooonnneeee." Whined Fred. Beginning to lose patience at having no one to talk to.

Surely not because that someone happened to be the girl he fancied. The girl that was making him fluster and turn red. The girl sitting only a foot away from him. Whose leg had been casually brushing against his for the past half an hour? Surely.

"You know Fred," started Hermione, finally relenting to answer his gripes "just because you're one of the most popular seventh years in school, doesn't mean you can go around toying with people. You really can't. I think until you learn that more people should follow what I-"

Hermione was abruptly stopped mid-sentence by Fred's lips crushing down on hers. He'd been watching them with more interest then had been paid to what she was saying. It was everything both of them had been imagining for days, the soft lips, breath tickling each others cheek as they came up for air. All either of them could do was get caught up in sudden moment.

It continued for another few moments before Hermione quickly pulled away.

"What did you do that for?" she inquired cautiously, breath still ragged from lack of oxygen.

"Make you stop talking?" ventured Fred.

"That wasn't the…the…the only reason, was it?" stumbled Hermione.

"No." Answered Fred.

Fred then moved swiftly toward her once more, bringing his face down to hers they began where they left off.

Ten minutes later, Hermione pushed Fred away again. This time, softly. Not wanting his warmth to leave hers.

"McGonagall will be back any minute, we really need to finish these." Said Hermione. Looking slightly downcast.

For the five minutes following, Hermione and Fred finished writing their lines. Never once did Fred's right hand and Hermione's left leave each others, their owners grateful that their partners wrote with the hands they did.

Glancing over, Fred gave Hermione a last smile before dropping her hand as Professor McGonagall bustled in.

"Excellent to know you two are done. I'll be sure to inform Professor Snape you two were…" Professor McGonagall faltered noticing the prankster she was about to describe. "exemplary. Five points to Gryffindor. You both can head back to your dormitories."

The brunette and the red head muttered a quick 'Thank you.' And 'Goodnight.' Before standing up and making their way out.

Once in the hall, Fred leaned down to kiss Hermione once more.

"That was a much better detention than the last, agreed?" He smiled.

"Definetely…Still, I can't help to think-" She started. But Fred was quicker, and captured her lips once more.

"Then don't think.

A/N: That was the longest chapter I've ever written. But I think you all deserved it for being so patient. Over a hundred reviews, and not a single flame! Y'all are the absolute best.

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