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"Fred? Fred!" Hermione pounded frantically on Fred's bedroom door.
The door opened a crack. "Yes?"
Hermione became calm. "I need to talk to Fred, George."
"I'm here." Fred said, opening the door wider and stepping into the hallway. George rolled his eyes and shut the door.
Hermione glanced around furtively and then grabbed Fred's hand and tugged him through the nearest doorway, which happened to be the bathroom. Fred stood mystified as Hermione kicked the door shut, threw her arms around him, and kissed him full on the mouth. When she finally pulled away, Fred took the opportunity to say, "Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?"
Hermione gave a little squeal. "I got it! I got the promotion!"
Fred smiled warmly. "Like I ever doubted you would!"
Hermione tightened her hold on Fred's waist. "I never could have done it without you."
Fred pulled away, one eyebrow raised. "So…I guess that means you owe me." he said, his tone mischievous.
Uh-oh, Hermione's brain said. "I guess so." her mouth said. "What do I owe you?"
Fred leaned down and trailed his lips along her jaw line, and Hermione took this to be her answer until Fred murmured, "I'll let you know."
Hermione laughed, and his lips found hers again, meeting in a sweet, fervent kiss.
Who cares what anyone else thinks? Fred thought as he slid his hands through Hermione's wavy hair. This isn't some flirtation; this is the real deal. As much as he hated to admit it, he'd fallen for her. Hard.
Hermione closed her eyes and moaned softly as Fred deepened the kiss. Suddenly, the door opened. Hermione's eyes flew open and she jerked away from Fred, to late to stop the intruder from seeing.
A bemused Ron stood in the doorway, surveying the breathless couple. Hermione blushed, trying unsuccessfully to stop the racing of her heart and looking at her feet, the toilet, anywhere but at Ron. Ron looked ambivalent at first, not sure if seeing Fred and Hermione snogging in a bathroom was good or bad. He evidently decided it was good, because he started to laugh. "I didn't mean to interrupt!" he chuckled. "I'll just go downstairs."
"No, don't, we were just leaving." Hermione said quickly, obviously mortified. She rushed past Ron down the hall and into her room, shutting the door behind her.
Ron looked to Fred for some kind of explanation. "Have anything to say for yourself?" he asked in amusement.
Fred rubbed the back of his neck. "Only that you have lousy timing." he replied.
Fred loved flying. There was nothing better to help him clear his head. Of course, he couldn't actually go anywhere, for fear of being seen by Muggles, but his backyard was fair game. And it was there, hovering above the Burrow, that he mused on his revelations about Hermione.
He had fallen for her; there was no doubt about that. She was so much more spirited than he'd imagined, he'd admit that, too.
Okay; he wanted her. But how would he tell her that? Just go up to her and say, "'Mione, my love, will you be my girlfriend?" No. He supposed he could do it that way, but it really wasn't him. Besides, Hermione was too special for something like that. He would need something memorable, something…romantic. And he would need it in time for tomorrow night- Christmas Eve.
Hermione was confused and a little worried. Fred had been acting weird all day. Weirder than usual. She could tell that he was purposely avoiding her, and he had a determined look in his eyes. Hermione knew he was plotting something, but what?
Truth be told, she was a bit offended that he was avoiding her. Was he angry with her? And she was hoping and praying that he wasn't planning to prank her, because she was terrified of his pranks. Ever since the molasses incident…Hermione growled. She was not going through that again!
She decided to nip this in the bud. Looking around the kitchen, she spotted George. Surely George would know what Fred was planning; he was always in on it, right? Quickly, Hermione snagged George by the sleeve and dragged him outside.
"Something wrong, Hermione?" George asked dryly after Hermione had forcibly relocated him to the front porch.
"What's up with Fred?" she answered his question with another.
"Uh, nothing?" George said, baffled.
Hermione gave him a look that let him know she meant business. "I want to know what he's planning." she said sternly.
"The plan?" George blurted before he could stop himself. Smooth, George.
"Yes." Hermione said curtly. Hah, she thought. I was right; he is planning something! "Tell me about the plan."
George pursed his lips. Would Hermione be angry if she knew about "the plan"? Probably not, he decided. After all, all they had done was get her a couple of dates… She obviously already knew that something was up... And her right hand was hovering perilously close to the wand in her pocket… He sighed. Against his better judgment, he decided to spill the beans.
A/N: Okay, it was kind of short, but I hope you liked it. It's looking like only about two more chapters, but they might be a while because they aren't exactly…um…written yet. Please review, and I'll try to write them ASAP!