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A/N: Whoa! Look at how many reviews I have! You guys rock! A couple reviewers made references to the paintballing scene in 10 Things I Hate About You, but I didn't even think of that until after Dancing in Rain provided me with this lovely idea. It's a great movie, though. Go watch it! Well, read and review this chapter, and THEN go watch it.

"Paintball…" Hermione mused. "Why do I not like the sound of this?"

"Come on," Fred said, leading her to the booth. "It's fun!"

"Your idea of fun is everyone else's idea of trouble." Hermione answered dryly as she was given a protective suit to wear over her clothes. She was soon equipped with goggles and a paint gun as well. "How does this work?" she asked, examining the gun.

"Just pull the trigger." Fred said.

Hermione glanced at him, wondering why the smock and goggles didn't look as ridiculous on him as they did on her. She pressed the trigger and saw a green splotch of paint materialize on her shoe. "Oh." she said.

"You might want to try aiming it." smirked the attendant rudely.

Hermione had to restrain herself from aiming right at him. Then she laughed. "I just shot myself in the foot!" She looked up for Fred, but he was gone. Uh-oh, she thought. What happened to the "keep him in sight at all times" thing?

Splut. Hermione felt a paintball splash the back of her head.

"Gotcha, 'Mione!" Fred's voice mocked from the maze.

Hermione raised a hand to the red paint in her hair. Now this was war! He wasn't going to get her that easy! "When I find you, you are so dead!" she called, following him into the maze.

Fred paused and listened. It was quiet. Too quiet. Hermione was in this maze somewhere, but where? It really wouldn't surprise him if she were crouched behind one of those hay bales, ready to ambush him…

Splut.

A green paintball clipped his shoulder. Fred whirled around, but saw no one.

Splut.

Another paintball hit him, but from the opposite direction this time. How was she doing that? Fred wondered as he ducked behind some crates.

Splut.

A paintball right in the back of the head. Now Fred knew what was going on. "Hey!" he cried. "No apparating in the paintball maze."

"Says who?" Hermione teased as she appeared right in front of him, gun aimed.

"Says me!" Fred exclaimed in amusement, forgetting his gun and lunging at her.

Hermione sidestepped him and raised her gun. "Eat paint, Weasley!" she whooped, shooting green paint into Fred's face.

Fred wiped off his goggles with his fingers and advanced on Hermione with mock menace. "You'll pay for that!"

"I doubt it." Hermione taunted, ducking his arm and scurrying out of sight.

Fred stared after her for a second in astonishment. Who knew Hermione had it in her? Then he shrugged, took up his gun, and got back to the game.

It was open season on Hermione.

Hermione took a look at Fred and laughed. Any part of him that had been left uncovered had been dyed green. His hands, neck, and face all had a green tint to them, except for the white circles where his goggles had been. Even his Weasley-red hair was tinged with green.

Oh, he'd gotten her, too- her hair and face were streaked with red paint- but she had undeniably gotten him better. As a matter of fact, they'd ended the game when Hermione had scrambled up onto some hay bales and emptied her paint gun onto Fred's head.

Fred mock-glared at her. "What are you laughing at?" Then he started to laugh too. "Looks like you beat me at my own game!" he conceded.

"And don't you forget it!" Hermione joked. She couldn't remember ever having that much fun. "Who knew?" she said. "Paintball… I think I've discovered my calling!"

Fred blinked sleepily at the clock. Two am. Yawning, he scooped up a stack of papers off of Hermione's nightstand. Sumerian runes. Where was the file on Sumerian runes?

Glancing around, he spotted Hermione and smiled. She was sleeping quietly, her head bent over her work. She was obviously wiped out. She looked serene and graceful, despite the pink streaks left by the paint.

Fred leaned over and slid the papers out from under her, gently placing a pillow under her head.

Hermione shifted slightly in her sleep. Fred kissed her temple, then noticed something and smiled. The folder he'd just taken from Hermione was labeled "Sumerian Runes."

Hermione blinked her eyes open. Sunlight was streaming through the window. She peered at the clock and stifled a curse. It was eleven-thirty! Her meeting was in half an hour and she hadn't finished her work!

She leapt out of bed and began tearing through her closet. Damn that Fred! Taking her out when she had work to do! The nerve!

Tears of frustrationfilled her eyes. Now she would never get promoted!

"It's okay, 'Mione." said a voice from the bed.

Hermione jumped. She hadn't even noticed that Fred was there! "Fred!" she cried. Then she realized he must have drifted off when she'd fallen asleep last night.

"It's all done." Fred said, smiling tiredly at her.

Hermione looked at the stack of papers on the nightstand, and then back at Fred, who looked like he'd gone back to sleep. Had he finished all her work while she'd slept?

Suddenly, she pounced on Fred, throwing her arms around him. "Oh, thank you, Fred! You're an angel! I take back everything I've ever said about you!"

Fred yawned, then grinned and pecked her on the lips. "You're welcome, my 'Mione!" Then he swatted her on the backside. "Shouldn't you be on your way to a meeting?"

Hermione scrambled off him, grabbing her outfit and stuffing the papers in her briefcase. "Thanks, Fred!" she shouted as she ran out of the room. "Wish me luck!"

"Good luck!" Fred called, before rolling over and going back to sleep.

A/N: Well, there it is. Hope you liked it. Please review!