Stolen Kisses
By Gilly
Pairing: Fred/Hermione/George
Rating: PG-13 for language
Word Count: 1,351
Summery: Hermione steals something that wasn't hers to steal, and is caught red handed.
AN: Sorry it's taken SO long to update. I'm just kind of lost as to where to take the story. :( If you have an idea's, let me know!

Part: 2 of ? This story is NOT complete, just one part. No screen-steaming foreplay… yet. ;) Fluff abounds, though.

Chapter 2

Fred glanced out the window as his brother Ron, and Ron's friends disappeared from view. George sidled up beside him with a bemused expression.

"Think she'll use it, Fred?"

"Not her, she'll test it all out before trying it. Won't have even a smudge left when she figures out what it does. She'll be back, though." Fred turned away from the window, and met his twin's smirk with an identical one.

"Too right, Fred. Too right."

In the days and weeks that followed, Hermione proved the twins right by trying every test she knew on the small piece of chocolate. It wasn't hollow she had noticed. It had no cream or liquid filling. What ever it was, it had to be mixed right into the chocolate. Little by little, Hermione sliced away small pieces to test. She dipped them in revealing potions, cast charms on them, and even tried to get Crookshanks to taste it, but Crooks had turned up his nose and looked the other way.

Nearly two weeks ago, she had received an owl from Fred asking her if she had tried the confection yet, and if so, did she enjoy the results? Hermione wrote back simply that she had found herself too busy to partake in it, and had in fact forgotten all about it. He hadn't written back yet, though she wasn't surprised. She doubted they believed her story, but she was happier thinking that they did.

It had taken nearly a month's time to finally come to an answer on just why the small chocolate did. She wasn't even certain, but Hermione was willing to bet she was right. With only a small sliver left, she had not tested it. Her thoughts would be proven, though, when she went into Hogsmead the next weekend. She was nervous, but intended to test the item out right on one of its creators. Either would do, though secretly, she was hoping it would be Fred.

While she wasn't certain her courage would remain with her, she forged ahead anyway, telling herself that she wasn't a Gryffindor for nothing. Her courage would either run away screaming, or it would stay put, but either way, she was going to go through with it.

Hermione watched herself in the mirror as Parvati and Lavender did their worst, or best by some standards, to her hair. She had asked for this, she just had to remember that, as she was tortured. Her hair had been smoothed, then stuck in rollers, and heated up, then cooled off, then the rollers were removed, and they brushed out most of the curl that had just inflicted on her. She really had to wonder at their sanity after all that.

She just couldn't understand why take curly hair, remove the curl, put it back, and remove it again. Though, she had to admit, the loose wavy curls looked very flattering on her. Still, she couldn't understand the fuss, and certainly wouldn't be doing this again. They were busy pulling the sides up into a barrette at the moment, and fluffing the ends more. She had lost the battle on makeup, though it was a compromise. She didn't really look like she was wearing any, though her lips were a bit shiny from the gloss they'd applied.

Hermione really hated to admit it, but she looked… nice. Not different, really, just…nice. The girls finally stopped fluffing and primping her, and left her to find what they deemed suitable clothes. What they laid out were clothes she herself didn't find suitable, though. The jeans weren't bad she'd wear those. But the skimpy strapless top wasn't coming near her body. She pushed that over onto Lavender's bed. Glancing through the closet gave her few choices, so she settled on wearing one of her tank tops with a jumper over top of it.

Finally, she was ready, and as she left the room, she tucked her small box into a pocket of her cloak. In place of the missing confection was a plain muggle Hershey kiss, wrapped in the same pink foil that had wrapped the spelled candy. She slipped her hand into her cloak pocket, and fingered the metallic letters on the box. Ever since she landed on the most likely conclusion to the box, her dreams had been haunted with visions of red haired boys, two of them, both kissing the sides of her neck, her lips, her shoulders, her back, and more. The dreams were unsettling.

As she made her way down the path towards Hogsmead, whilst thoroughly ignoring Harry and Ron's chatter, her mind drifted towards the red heads at the shop. She could admit to herself that she had a small crush on them, but that was where it ended. She wouldn't repeat it, nor would she acknowledge it. The only thing Hermione could figure on was that she was envious of their carefree ways. It didn't hurt that outside of the constraints of school, they were rather brilliant, in their own way of course.

They wouldn't win the most N.E.W.T.S. on a test, but they could invent anything that your imagination could come up with, and the success of their shops was showing that off nicely. Another thing that perplexed her is that she had a hard time pinning down her crush on just one of them. No, her dreams centered around both, and she knew enough about both of them as separate beings that she knew she admired qualities both had separate, as well as shared qualities.

Hermione looked up and noticed that the village was closing in, and the dratted butterflies started disturbing her belly.

The shop was coming into sight now, and Hermione's butterflies had turned into full-fledged eagles. She nearly turned and ran the other way, except Ron and Harry were standing behind her, and they had already "talked" her into going to the shop first. They figured it was a grand event that Hermione would go to a joke shop before going to bury her nose into a new book, so they were tight to her, not allowing for a changed mind.

Because of this, they were rapidly closing in on the shop, and Hermione had little choice but to enter the shop when she did, with no escape in sight. Her eyes widened as she glanced around, looking for the entire world to see like an escaped convict standing face to face with a Dementor. When she didn't immediately spy the shocking pink robes, or the long ginger colored hair, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. It gave her a temporary reprieve. Just as her belly eagles calmed, and she turned her attention towards a new display, she heard the voices of the objects of her nervousness.

"Oi, it's wittle Ronniekins! Come back to get-"

"-One of the wittle blue boxes now that-"

"-We gave Hermione one?"

Hermione kept her back to them and cringed as they said that, as she had not told Ron about her package, and had not intended to do so. Or, she hadn't, anyway. Now she more or less had to.

"Whaddya mean 'Mione got one? One of those boxes? Why'd you let her buy one?" Ron's voice grew in volume as he spoke, until he turned and stomped over to her.

"Of course we didn't let her-" Fred started off.

"-Buy one, Ronniekins. We gave it-"

"-To her, free of charge."

Hermione just cringed as she mentally counted down from 3. When she hit 1, just as predictable as can be, Ron turned towards her and started right in on her.
"Well, what was it, Mione? How come you didn't tell me you got one? Some friend you are." Without waiting for the answer to any of his questions, Ron turned away and stomped over towards Harry, who was busy pretending that he didn't see any of what had just happened. Hermione scowled and turned her attention towards the twins.
"Thanks, boys. Brilliantly played. Just brilliant." Hermione turned and stalked off after Ron, the box in her pocket momentarily forgotten.