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Chapter3
Ginny stared at Hermione stupidly, unbelieving that her friend might just in fact fancy one of her twin brothers.
"Hermione, be frank. Do you really like one of them or are you just screwing around?"
Oh, how I wish I were kidding, Ginny, how I wish I were. "No, I'm being quite honest. I can't control my feelings, Gin. No offense, but do you actually think I would have chosen to crush on them if I could help it." Hermione said exasperatingly, lifting her head from her knees at last. She looked Ginny in the eye, waiting for a reply.
"None taken, but I just can't understand," Ginny said stressing the word understand, "How you could like Fred or George. And, that's my next question, which one is it, Fred or George."
Hermione turned red and looked ashamed for a moment. "Um...I'm not Sure, maybe both..."
"What! Hermione, how could you likeboth? I mean,th-thats nasty. Two on One, EWWWWW!"Ginny squealed looking appalled.
Hermione blushed even more, embarrassed to her wits end.
"Shut up,Ginny,"She hissed,"They both look the same. How the heck am I supposed to know which I like?" Hermione was angry now, at herself and Ginny. Why did I tell her? She's not really helping me, is she now.
"Sorry, but you have no clue at all?"asked Ginny.
"I wish I did. I think I have some sort of chemical inbalance, not even knowing who I like."Hermione answered calming down a bit.
"Well, we need to figure out who you like. I think you should hangout with both and see which one floats your boat better."
"Maybe,"Hermione said a bit hesitant.
"Oh, come on. It'll be fun. We can call it Project Chemical Inbalance."Ginny said giggling.
"Alright, alright. Project Chemical Inbalance it is." God, help me, please!
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"That was fun, wasn't it?" Fred said laughing.
George was chuckling too," Fun? Yes, extremely fun. Did you catch the look on her face."
"Did I, her mouth was wide, you could've thrown a quaffle in there. Hey, do you think she'd be any good at giving uh... you know?" Fred aked being the Horny teen that he was.
"With a mouth that big, she might just fit me."George said cockily.
"I'm pretty sure she'd like me better."
You do, do you. Lets bet on it."
"Fine, fifteen galleons."
"Your on, dear brother."
"Let the games begin."
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Hermione sat cuddled up in a rather comfortable sofa reading a book titled The Natural History of Magic. She had found it in the Weasley's rotting bookcase,which obviously hadn't been used in a long while. Cobweds dusted the corners and grime had sealed itself to the shelves. But Hermione liked it for some strange reason, maybe it was because it looked so homey, maybe becuase the books were so worn and old they seemed to entrance her...maybe, maybe.Everything seemed to be maybe these days, when was something going to be sure?
The sound of footsteps interrupted her train of thoughts; she looked up to see who it was. Omg, why does this happen to me. Her heart nearly missed a beat as it pounded hard in her chest; so hard, she was afraid he would see it. Its was Fred... or was it George, who knows.
As if reading her mind he said, "It's Fred."
She smiled weakly, struck dumb.
"What, aren't you happy to see me?"
Still she didn't answer so he sat on the arm of her chair.Omghelpme. "Hi," she finally forced a word out. He smiled, his dimples showing.
"Sorry I didn't know which twin you were, you look alike." Hermione blushed a bit as she said this.
"There are ways to tell the difference, "He said with a twinkle in his eye,"I'm nicer, better looking, more gentle. Just simply perfect for you."
He wriggled closer, but only managed to fall of the armchair and into her lap.Omg, ahhhhhh! His eyes bored into hers. "Sorry," was all he said. They faces were only several inches away. The close view of his slips awakened a new feeling inside her. Desire... maybe. Without knowing it, she inched closer till their faces were barely two inches apart. What am I doing? Suddenly realizing what she was doing, she jumped up. Fred fell to the floor and knocked Hermione down with him. Somewhow she ended up on top, her chest in his face, which he thought were rather big. How come he never noticed it before.
"Well, if you like it this way, I can't say I mind." He cooed in her ear after he had drawn himself away from her bosom," And you know, you can use those lips for things other than gasping."
For some strange reason his words gave her courage instead of making her weak. What, does he think I'm that easy? "Get off me you pevert!" she yelled turning red; a mixed feeling of anger and embarrassment draw upon her face.
"Looking I was just joking. Calm down, will you."
"No, I won't 'calm down'! Why don't you grow up." Hermione drew herself up and walked out the door, leaving a stunned Fred on the floor.
" Playing hard to get, Hermione?"Fred muttered to himself," You should, I'm going to play hard to get you too."
