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Chapter 2: Oh I forgot you slept through Muggle Studies!

Hermione led Fred up the stairs to the second floor; it was just as large as the first. When they reached the landing Hermione pointed to the door directly in front of them.

"Ok," she began cheerily, "That is my parent's room." She turned to the left of the hall they now stood in. "The door on the left is the Library and the door on the right is the Billiard Room. Directly to the right over here is my room, the door immediately to the right of that is my bathroom, it is also the bathroom guests use. You can use the middle bedroom," at this she walked over and opened the third door, "I know it isn't really furnished that nicely, however, you are a wizard so I expect you will be able to take care of that rather quickly." She grinned and headed over to a door in the back right hand corner, "this is the bathroom, it connects to the last bedroom in the hall too, but that doesn't really matter." She turned and walked back over to Fred who still stood at the doorway. "So, are you going to say anything or do you wanna just stare?"

Fred had been standing in the doorway taking everything in; the room was large and square. The walls were painted a deep navy blue and in one corner stood a large queen size bed. It was covered with a white down comforter and fluffy pillows. One wall was lined with book shelves and there was a large squashy arm chair by a large bay window… oh who the heck are we trying to kid here? He was staring at Hermione.

She's soo cute, he thought, the way her nose wrinkles when she smirks, the way her eyes continuously twinkle with mirth. Hell her glowing hair alone is enough to make any guy go psychotic. The way it swirls around her angelic face as she turns, oh great Merlin, Fred breath, breath, good, now stop thinking about it. I said stop it! Snap out of it mate! Gees you're Fred Weasley you don't get feelings like this… oh yes, yes I do! NO! No I don't! oh god what is happening to me, its only a girl. Nope not just any girl… Hermione! Oh Bugger she's talking, listen Fred, listen. Ok play it cool you can handle this… smile Fred, smile… good. Now speak. "What's a Billiard room?" oh Merlin is that the best you can do? oh well, hey, wait! When did she get soo close? She's right in front of our face. Merlin look at her lips, they're so pink, wow, and so plump. I bet she's doing that on purpose, that whole pouty lip thing. Oh, her smile… even better! I love her smile, hell I love her. Whoa! Did I just think that? Huh, oh well more important things to do. Oops she's turning, oh her hair is incredible, mmm… it smells like strawberry. She's talking again, must focus.

"Honestly Fred," she chuckled as she walked over to the bay window to open it, "I thought you took muggle studies when you were at Hogwarts."

"Uh… I did, was that really taught during muggle studies?" Fred looked astonished.

Oh Merlin why does he have to be so cute? Hermione thought to herself, he's biting his lip, aww. I wish he would let me bite his li… HERMIONE! What would your mother think? Oh hush up, you know you want to. Yeah ok… arrgh I love his eyes… they are gorgeous. Ok, ok focus, you have to speak now, just breath, inhale… exhale… inhale… good, now open your mouth… good. NO! Don't close it again… say something… anything… what would Hermione say? Oh yes I am Hermione aren't I? Bugger! oh dear Fred is rubbing off on me. Oh if only! HERMIONE! Muahahahahahahaha! Oh dear… I have created a monster. I HAVE IT! Hermione is logical… ok say something logical… but… but what? OH how am I suppose to know, you're Hermione… SO ARE YOU! Oh yes… umm… try… "Well, don't you have a trunk, or… or something?" There, that's a nice good topic… luggage! Always the crowd pleaser! Well are you going to listen to his answer or not? Oh right…

"Oh!" Fred exclaimed slightly abashed, "yeah." He pulled a tiny wooden box out of his front right pocket, about the size of a match book. He then leaned down to lift up part of his pant leg.

Hermione couldn't help it… she looked at his butt. HERMIONE! THINK OF YOUR MOTHER! Oh no! Mum doesn't get to look at his butt, not until I have at least… that's not what I meant… haha I know! Once Hermione was finished admiring her company's posterior she managed to drag her eyes back to Fred's exposed ankle. So not as good… she thought to herself as she struggled to keep her eyes there.

Fred pulled his wand out, which had been strapped to his ankle, pointed it at the trunk and muttered a spell to enlarge it. "Engorgio," he said clearly. The trunk blew up to normal size and he levitated it to the foot of the bed, "Ok all unpacked. Now, what's a Billiard Room?" Hermione laughed and Fred offered her his arm. She took it immediately and they headed back to the Billiard Room.

When they reached the entrance to the aforementioned room Hermione swung the door open. Fred gasped in astonishment. "Bloody hell!" he exclaimed, "What is this place?" He entered the room and when he stood a good five feet inside he turned around slowly, eyes wide in wonder. The room had to be a good fifteen kilometers squared. In the very center stood a large rectangular green table with holes in the corners and two of the sides. Two long sticks rested on the edge of the table. On the back wall stood two… what were they? They were small tables, only about one by two kilometers each. But they were thick. And they seemed to fold in the middle and on the sides were buttons. Little light bulbs, (HA… I DO REMEMBER THINGS FROM MUGGLE STUDIES!) lined the edges, they were blinking. Hmm… curious. Next to those stood about six black boxes, each with two stools in front of them. They were about one kilometer both deep and wide. They stood around three kilometers tall. On the front there seemed to be a square chunk cut out, there were moving pictures of drawn people and they all seemed to have attached sticks or weird plastic 'L' shaped things. In the back right hand corner there was a large white box that appeared to have two small doors on it. On the right hand wall was another bay window, only it was much larger than the one in his room. Right in front of the window was a cabinet with an extremely large flat-ish silver and black box sitting atop it. If he looked close enough Fred could see his reflection. Also sat on the cabinet were two small sleek silver boxes, both sporting many knobs and buttons. There were a large sofa and many oversized squashy armchairs near it. All the furniture seemed to be pointed at the three intriguing boxes. In the front right corner was a… oh he couldn't even describe it. In the opposite corner was a large closet type cabinet that had hundreds of colorful boxes piled up. On the left wall there were more tables. One had many plastic men of different colors connected to bars that ran through there shoulders. One table had a net extended across the center. In the very back left hand corner there was a hoop with a net hanging down that was attached to the wall. And on the back of the door was a circular thingy with little mini spears sticking out of it… that was it, Fred was overwhelmed.

Hermione smiled inwardly to herself as she watched him; to her he looked like a child in the middle of a magnificent dream. I love him! I really love him. Merlin how do I tell him? Now THAT is going to be awkward. "It's a game room." She said as he turned, a multitude of expressions and reactions danced over his beautiful face. At last he turned and faced her once again… his visage was blank… expressionless… adorable.

Hermione giggled and walked closer to him, she took his hand and began to lead him around the room. She explained everything… the pool table. "A pool? Where's the water?" was Fred's bewildered reaction. The pin ball machines, arcade games, refrigerator, soda, pizza, television, VCR and DVD players, Dance Dance Revolution (the thing in the corner Fred couldn't illustrate), darts, foose ball, ping pong, board games, and Nerf basketball. It took a while but eventually she had explained every muggle invention in the whole room. She was exhausted, Fred was thrilled. He went from game to game; inspecting things. Hermione watched as he explored, again like a little boy in a dream. She was captivated.

Once Fred had thoroughly exhausted himself he walked over to Hermione who was sitting on the back of the long dark green couch, watching the man she secretly loved. He didn't stop walking until they were face to face, mouths only five inches apart. "That thing," he said breathlessly pointing to the DDR and smiling, "is the funnest bloody thing I have ever done."

Hermione smiled back looking straight into his extraordinary eyes, she blinked twice and smiled sweetly for a brief moment before her face became stern, her eyes flashed annoyance and she rolled then up toward the ceiling. "Honestly Fred," she began in that scolding voice Fred became so well acquainted with in his last year of school, "'funnest'? You are twenty years old! You should know by now that isn't even a word, and why do you insist on swearing all the time. Really what would your mother say? Well I know what your mother would say, she would scold you. You're suppose to be a roll model for Ron and Ginny, what kind of a roll model swears and uses words that don't even exist? I don't think…" she was cut off by one of Fred's large Quidditch roughened hands covering her mouth.

"Shut… up!" Fred said quietly but forcefully, "just, shut up." He looked straight into her eyes, they bored into each other, staring, searching, longing to see something, all the while closing their own emotions off from the other. He grinned at her and removed his hand from her soft lips. "Thank you." He said when she didn't continue talking. "Now can I see your room?"

Hermione stood up slowly, still dazed from his hand on her mouth, "come on." She led him from the game room and walked purposefully to her room. She opened the door and Fred thought he might feint.

"It's… it's girlie." He spoke in astonishment. He tried to comment but… well he couldn't he was too shocked.

"Oh, it is not girlie," Hermione spoke irritated, she glanced around her bedroom, she paused then glanced back at Fred, "yeah ok, I guess it is girlie, well so what? I am a girl you know!" she glared at Fred.

"Nothing is wrong with it, it's just, wait a second." Fred was looking around Hermione's bedroom. It was large, and the walls were painted a deep red, one wall was complete shelving from floor to ceiling; that was the wall opposite the door. The wall to Fred's left was long and in the center it had a large window right in the center that looked out to the Grangers back garden. Under her window was her bed. It was a large double four poster. It had a silky white comforter on it and pink and white lacy pillows. At the bottom of the bed a pink quilt was laid. At the foot of her very squashy looking bed was her Hogwarts trunk. The wall on Fred's right was completely covered in… posters? Yes posters! Posters for everything from books (both magical and not), movies, sports teams, celebrities… Fred grimaced when he recognized one of the posters being of his former DADA teacher, Gillderoy Lockhart. Up against that wall also stood Hermione's desk, it was littered with pens, quills, ink, paper, books, pictures etc. The wall at that had the doorway at which Fred stood gaping, also included the closet; it was a farley large closet, it was wide and used two sliding doors. There were empty picture frames in different designs around the window, and feathery things hung from her headboard. There were also countless framed photos (both wizard and muggle) strewn around the room at various intervals. "Where are all your books? You only have one wall covered?" Fred was indignant.

Hermione glanced around her bedroom momentarily before she smirked, chuckled, and then said "yes, however…" she left her sentence hanging as she walked over to her bed and lifted up the bed skirt. Fred's mouth fell open once again as her saw, packed as tightly as possible under her bed, piles and piles of books. At least a thousand, they were packed so tightly there was no space left under her bed for even a mouse. Hermione the moved over to the night stand that was the left side of her bed, she opened the small cabinet in it to reveal more books, she did the same with the identical table on the right. Then she walked over to her closet, and after a quick grin towards Fred, she opened them to reveal that half of her closet was packed to the breaking point full of books. Her closet looked like a library threw up. The shlf that ran along the top was piled with books, the shelved that went down the side and took up exactly one half of the remaining space was covered with books, the floor was piled with more books, and there were even books in a shoe holder hanging on the inside right by the door.

Once Fred had gotten over his shock he started to laugh. He laughed so hard that tears started running down his face and he had to lean on Hermione for support. Even Hermione after a few minutes of glaring at Fred had to chuckle a little bit. Although she would never admit it, she found it a little absurd to have books stuffed in every available space. After about five minute though she had had enough… of Fred's laughing, not his grabbing onto her grin. "Oh shut up!" she said and tried to push Fred off her. He finally got control of himself and made to stand u straight, when he did however, he realized he was very close to Hermione, his hands were still on her arms right above her elbows where he had grabbed them in mirth, hers were still on his chest where she had push to get him off. Their faces were inches apart, eyes locked together, electric blue to ocean green. neither thought, neither moved, they just stood staring with out coring how it would look to the other. Then the next thing either of them new they began to lean forwards, as though they were slowly being reeled into one another. Neither knew who started the leaning first or when they started leaning themselves, but there they were… inches became centimeters, centimeters millimeters, until their lips were just about to brush together. They could feel the other's breath on their faces, drawing them closer, until…….

"HERMIONE! FRED! DINNER'S READY!"

The two teens sprung apart instantaneously, both blushing furiously, Hermione not even daring to look at Fred managed to call "OK! WE'LL BE DOWN IN A MINUTE MUM!" she then chanced a glance at Fred who was still blushing feverishly but still had his eyes locked on her. She met his eyes and they stood, silently searching for an explanation in the other's eyes for what the near kiss had meant.

Fred took a chance and spoke hoarsely at first, "I guess…" he cleared his throat, "I guess we should go downstairs?.?." it was part statement part question. He only got a yes in reply before he followed Hermione down the stairs. As they descended Fred tried to figure out what had just happened. OH BUGGAR! OH BUGGAR! OH BUGGAR! He thought frantically to himself, WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS I THINING? I ALSMOST KISSED HER! She almost kissed you, you know! The little voice in the back of his head argued, OH she did not! Did she? What? You expect me to know? You're the one who almost kissed her! Oh shit what have I gotten myself into?

OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! WHAT HAVE I DONE? WHAT HAVE I DONE? I…I…I ALMOST KISSED HIM! I ALMOST KISSED FRED! I'm sorry could you repeat that I didn't quite catch it the first few times! OH SHUT UP! DO YOU REALIZE WHAT THIS MEANS? Yes! Wait what does it mean? WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT DOES IT MEAN? IT MEANS… IT MEANS… OH BLOODY HELL WHAT DOES IT MEAN? Ha! Told you so! I NEED A WHOLE! Why? SO I CAN GO BURY MYSELF SIX FEET UNDER! AT LEAST THEN I WONT HAVE TO FACE HIM! Six feet under? Isn't that a television show we saw when we were visiting Aunt Eloise in America? It was quite good, not as good as CSI in my opinion but still ok. Much better than cold case, that ladies hair was insuffera… WOULD YOU SHUT UP? Fine if you wanna dwell on this go right ahead! Don't let me stop you! THANK YOU! But if you want my opinion since he was obviously going to kiss you back it shouldn't be that big of a deal. BUT IT IS! WAIT! He was going to kiss me back? Oh how should I know? squeaky mocking sarcastic voice I'm only that little voice in the back of you head!

"Oh there you two are!" said the cheerful voice of Mrs. Granger, "I was getting worried. What were you doing up there?"

Hermione looked like she was about to go crazy, Fred could see her trying to come up with an exuse in her head, so with the ease of one who has told many cover lies, Fred grinned and said, "Oh I was just holding Hermione hostage in her bedroom while I teased her mercilessly about her book collection." Both Mr. and Mrs. Granger laugh merrily and Hermione relaxed a little. "By the way, excellent game room," Fred continued, speaking to no one in particular.

"Ah! Yes" Mr. Granger spoke amiably, "it took quite a bit of convincing on Hermione's part but we just converted it last summer. It used to be just an extra room we watched TV in and used for storage."

Fred looked tremendously shocked "That was Hermione's idea?" he asked with his eyes wide. He looked across the table at Hermione who was sitting staing at her empty dinner plate.

"I know! We were just as surprised as you! I would have thought she would be vying for an expansion on the library next to it." Mr. Granger said heartily as he placed a loving hand on his daughter's shoulder.

The meal continued well, the conversation was centered mainly over the rebilding of the wizarding world; Harry had defeated Voldemort the summer before, and the magical citizens of Europe were still in the process of putting their lives back together.

"How are all your brothers Fred?" Mrs. Granger asked him while passing the salad, "didn't Hermione tell us that Bill was expecting a baby?"

"Oh!" Fred said before he finished chewing and swallowed so he could speak unimpaired, "Yeah, Bill and Fleur had a baby girl last month, her name is Bianca. Charlie and Elise (A/N. Elise is also a dragon tamer, that's how she met Charlie) are expecting a baby boy sometime in September, and just last week Percy and Penelope announced they're having twins. George and I are making it our mission to turn them into us Jr.'s, make their dad loosen up a bit, that sort of thing."

"Oh Fred, Percy isn't that bad!" Hermione softly scolded, "he may be hard headed but he's still your brother."

"Aw come on Mione! I know he's my brother, but that doesn't prevent him from being a gigantic git. I just think that he could use some kids who can loosen him up a little. You of all people should know people need to loosen up a little." He winked at her and grinned evilly.

"Oh hush Fred, I wasn't that bad." Hermione said defensively.

"Yes you were, you gave George and I detention for disrupting your studying."

"It was O.W.L. year! You should have been studying, and not making such a racket!"

"It was 10 a.m. on a Saturday morning!" Hermione made a 'so what' kind of noise, so Fred continued, "The weekend before the Christmas Holiday!"

Both Mr. and Mrs. Granger were laughing so hard at the display they hd tears in their eyes. "That's our Hermione!" Mr. Granger said proudly.

The rest of dinner went by without a hitch. When everyone was finished the Grangers and Fred made their way into the sitting room. Mr. and Mrs. Granger sat on the love seat while Hermione motioned Fred to sit on the couch. He waited as Hermione left the sitting room and returned a minute later with the movies she had rented earlier that day. She walked over to the hutch that had a smaller version of the game room television sitting on top, and turned to the rest of the people in the room. "OK," she said, "We have, About a Boy, Arsenic and Old Lace, and for Dad," she mock glared in her father's direction, "and Die Hard one, two and three."

"Um Hermione?" Fred glanced up at her.

"Yeah Fred?" Hermione answered.

"What are you doing?"

Hermione looked at Fred wide eyed and then chuckled, "Oh Fred I'm sorry, I forgot you slept through muggles studies." She grinned evilly as she opened up one of the plastic cases and pulled out a very flat shiny round… thing and placed it in a slot on one of the smaller boxes next to the TV, it was sucked in and a picture appeared on the screen before Hermione grabbed the remote and sat down next to Fred. "It's called a movie, it's kind of like a wizarding picture only it shows an entire story and there is sound."

"Oh... I think I remember something about that, maybe."

"Hermione honey?" Mrs. Granger said curiously.

"Yeah Mum?"

"Umm… I didn't realize we decided on a movie."

"Oh, you didn't I did," Hermione said as she smiled cheekily.

For the next two hours the four sat watching Arsenic and Old Lace, in silence interrupted only by laughter. When the movie ended Mr. and Mrs. Granger headed up to bed, Hermione and Fred sat down on the coach discussing the movie. "That… that is soo cool!" Fred said still staring at the blank television screen.

"Haha Fred it's just a movie."

"I know but it was soo funny!"

"Well as much as I enjoy discussing this I'm really tired, I think I'm gunna go to bed."

"Yeah me too!" Fred said as he got off the couch and held his hand out to help Hermione up. They walked up the stairs and stopped in front of Hermione's bedroom.

"Goodnight Fred," Hermione said smiling up at him. She then reached up and pulled him into a friendly hug. She didn't know why she did it she just needed to. They stood like that for a very long time, just holding each other. Hermione then realized they had been hugging for about five minutes so she pulled away, she opened her door and walked inside. She smiled as Fred wished her a goodnight and she closed her door to go to sleep.