Hermione woke to a light knock on her door. Ginny's bed was empty, and sunlight was pouring in.
"Mione, time for breakfast." The husky voice called.
Hermione sprang up, recognizing it as Fred's. She ripped the door open and sprang into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. She knocked him against the wall and kissed him hard on the lips, this time asking for entrance to his mouth. He granted it to her right away, their tongues tangling.
"My-umm-o-nee." Fred groaned into her mouth. She could feel a steadily growing bulge in his pants. She bit his lip gently and pulled away.
"Well, good morning." Fred said, panting a little.
Hermione looked down at Fred's ever growing erection. "I guess it is." She said with a giggle.
"Shit." He said, turning slightly red.
"Don't worry. I'm supposed to do that to you." She said grabbing his hand and leading him downstairs.
Harry, Ron, and George looked up to stair at Hermione, but were shocked to see Fred's arm draped casually around her waist.
"Is there something going on here?" Ron asked.
"What does it look like, little brother?" Fred asked back.
Ron went back to his breakfast, pink creeping into his cheeks. Fred and Hermione sat beside each other, Fred's hand resting lightly on her thigh.
Looks like Harry and Ginny patched things up, thought Hermione as she saw them kiss.
Hermione picked at her scrambled eggs, a little preoccupied with Fred's hand creeping up and down her leg. His touch made her shiver.
"So, umm, today, where shall we go or what shall we do?" Hermione asked everyone.
"A game of Quidditch?" Harry inquired.
"We don't have nearly enough players." George replied.
"We can improvise. I can be seeker, Ron beater and chaser, Ginny keeper on my team. George keeper, Fred beater and chaser, Hermione seeker on your team. Good?" Harry planned it all out.
"Sure." Everyone agreed.
After everyone finished breakfast, they all put on warm clothes and boots, and headed out to the makeshift pit that was covered with snow. Hermione mounted on Fred's old Nimbus 2000 he had bought a couple years ago and flew around gracefully.
"Hermione, I never knew you could fly so well." Harry said, his eyebrows raised.
"Alright here goes, the quaffle. Two bludgers. And…the snitch." Fred called to the others hovering above. He pressed play on the small radio that was on the ground. Loud rock music played out, and Fred soared into the air.
Wow, that is sooo sexy, Hermione thought as she watched Fred fly by. George blocked the first three quaffles thrown by Ron.
"Come on, Ron! Is that all you got?" Fred yelled, laughing.
The quaffle was passed back and forth, Fred finally catching it and throwing it directly at Ginny. It flew in, narrowly missing Ginny's face.
"Watch my girlfriend, Fred!" Harry called. But that was a mistake.
Hermione blew past him, circled around one of the loops, and caught the gold ball in her small hand.
"GAME OVER!" She yelled to the others, holding the snitch above her head.
"What are you talking about, Hermione? I haven't caught the snitch yet." Harry called to her.
"I know you haven't. That's because I did." She said, hovering in front of him.
"But, but, but…Hermione?" Harry stuttered.
"Ha! My girlfriend whooped your ass, Harry!" Yelled Fred. He flew over to her and kissed her.
"Sorry, Harry." Hermione giggled. She released the snitch, and it flickered out of sight.
At the same time, the sky released a sprinkling of snow. It fell slowly, and landed softly in Hermione's light brown hair. Harry flew around the pitch several times on his Firebolt II, searching desperately for the snitch.
Hermione, Fred, and George led 50 to 30. But just as Fred put another goal through, Hermione soared down to the opposing team's goal posts, and scooped the snitch into her hand.
"TIME!" Fred called.
"Now what?" Harry yelled, looking frustrated.
"Hermione caught it again." George laughed.
"What?" Harry spluttered.
Hermione opened her gloved hand to show him the small ball.
"Fred, I'm freezing." She said, shivering a bit.
"Alright, let's go in guys. I'm pretty cold too." Fred called. They all dismounted their brooms and headed indoors.
Harry sat with Ginny on the couch, holding her hand. She had her head on his shoulder, obviously trying to get his attention. "You arrogant git!" She yelled, jumping up.
Hermione jumped, spilling a bit of cocoa on Fred. "Sorry, Fred."
"It's okay, babe." He said, wiping his pants off with a towel.
"Just because Hermione caught the snitch before you twice, doesn't mean you can treat me like shit, Harry!" Ginny raged.
She ran upstairs. "I'll go talk to her." Hermione got off of the couch, and followed upstairs.
"Girls." Fred, George, Ron, and Harry said.