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A/N: Okay, I want to think my reviewers, who have been so kind and helpful. I've received so many reviews and I am delighted! I can't wait for it to hit the hundreds...well, if it hits the hundreds. That would be so nice. But, can't ask for too much, right? Well, I have plot bunnies hopping around my room, and they get rather messy, so I need to dispose of them now. Here it is!

Chapter Seven

Hermione had been tossing and turning all night, from the excitement of returning to Hogwarts for her final year, as Head Girl. It was now well past midnight, around 1:30 she figured, and her attempts at sleep were finally labled futile.

Hermione tip-toed to her door and pulled it open carefully. She stepped out into the hall and turned to the stairs that would lead to the kitchen.

"And what are you up to, Ms. Granger?" A low, husky voice sounded from right behind her. Hermione whisked around and met the ever so clear blue eyes of Fred Weasley. She felt her heart rate speed up and mentally slapped herself.

"I...couldn't sleep." Fred nodded and stood very close to her. She felt his hot breath tickle her cheeks and tried to fight off a blush.

"Excited?"

"Beyond belief." Fred leaned down some and Hermione found herself lift her head ever so slightly.

"It's going to be a fun year for you..."

"Yeah..." Hermione whispered in a daze as Fred closed the distance between their lips.

It was a kiss that made all emotions spill forth, and Hermione felt the overwhelming need to succomb to those emotions. Her arms were wrapping around Fred's neck, his arms snaking themselves around her waist. She didn't really think about it as they stumbled down the hall to Fred's room. Her hands were moving down to his chest, tugging on the wife beater clinging to his lean muscles. The kisses had become more frenzied as both became more hungry for satisfaction. How they had gone from a few strange encounters to this, Hermione could not fathom. Fred's hand was swatting at the door until it had shut and Hermione was pushing him towards his bed.

Fred crashed onto the dark blue comforter and Hermione landed on top of him. The kisses had ceased for that moment, and they gazed into each other's eyes, before Hermione came down upon his lips again. Fred's shirt came off and Hermione's was pushed up her stomach to just below her breasts. Fred's hand trailed along the hem and Hermione shifted, giving him access. His hands were cupping her soft flesh, stroking at the sensitive nipples. Hermione gasped into his mouth. Her fingers were fumbling with the button on his loose jeans, and she was slowly pulling down the zipper.

Hermione tugged off Fred's jeans as he moved on of his hands down to the waist of her pajamas. Once again, Hermione shifted in a way that gave him permission. His hand slipped into her underwear and slowly, tantalizingly, inched towards her most intimate spot, while the other hand caressed her left breast, making her ache for his touch in that one other place...

Hermione's hands were running along his chest, and moving towards his boxers. She felt him against her and it was exciting her to no end. She was doing this to him? Her rationality was fighting with her primal instincts and her mind was racing. She had to stop this now...He was just doing this...Why was he doing this with her? She shouldn't be here...

Her hands slipped into his boxers and brushed against it...it was fascinating, and very sexy to hear the man beneath her give out a husky groan. Then she felt his fingers there. At her own entrance, and she gasped...

In that moment, her mind was going crazy...She wanted to do this, she was so worked up...It was so wonderful...But she couldn't do this with him if he didn't care...

Hermione removed her hands and jumped back, leaving a surpried and very aroused Weasley on the bed. She adjusted her shirt, and turned towards the door.

"Mione? Mione, I'm sorry, was I going to far? I'm sorry." He was standing up, reaching out to her and she shrinked back, grabbing at the door knob.

"I'm not your toy Fred! I am your little brothers best friend, and just because you want to see some action, you can't just pick me! I can't do something like this with somebody who doesn't even care about me!" Hermione's words were low and spiteful, and she was stumbling out of the room, leaving a dumbfounded Fred.

"But I-"

"I know you're almost twenty, and you probably feel lonely since George has gotten married, but you can't just play with me! I'm not going to let you screw around with me like another practical joke! It's horrible that you could even think you can do that!"

"But Hermione-"

"Just don't ever speak to me again. This is wrong, and no man is going to just use me!"

Hermione entered her room and shut her door. Her words were quiet, but painful. And Fred realized it then.

She doesn't even know how I feel...

"Come on Head Girl!" Ginny was hopping about Hermione's room. "Get dressed!" Hermione opened her eyes and jumped up.

"Hogwarts!"

"Yes!"

Forgetting about the events from the night before, she raced around the room and dressed, amidst Ginny's excitement. After doing so, she and Ginny dragged their trunks downstairs. Mrs. Weasley had made them and Harry and Ron breakfast, and Mr. Weasley was loading their trunks into the Muggle vehicle the Ministry had loaned him.

Just before they all left, Bill came down to say goodbye. They all exchanged hugs with him and Mrs. Weasley before climbing into the car.

As they drove away, Hermione turned for one last look at the Burrow.

What she saw was the one person that would haunt her for weeks.

A/N: Yes, fast, sudden, probably not that well written. Review, tell me what you think!