"Hi, Fred."

"Are you stalking me, Granger?" He gave her a cheeky grin even though he really was shocked to see her.

Hermione had to smile, but shook her head in the negative. "Actually, I…"

Just then there was a loud crack of thunder and the rain started to come down. Fred brandished a gigantic umbrella from out of nowhere and ushered her underneath it. "Come on."

"Where are we going?" Hermione asked over the now-shrieking storm, but Fred just grabbed her hand and started leading her away from the shop.

They hurriedly walked five feet away from where they had been standing before they reached a set of stairs on the side of the building. Hermione was dragged up to the top of the stairs where he proceeded to unlock a door. She stepped inside and Fred followed. Hermione's teeth began to chatter and she rubbed her arms to stay warm. She would have asked if there was a bathroom to change into some of her clothes that were dry but she doubted that she had any left.

"Granger, you are going to catch a cold." He led her into a room and tossed her a towel and some clothes then grabbed something out of the drawer for himself before walking back out of the room. Assuming that she was supposed to change into the clothes after she dried herself off, Hermione began to undress.

The clothes made her feel silly. She was wearing a shirt that was so large it hung to her knees, with some Quidditch team on the front. And the pair of gray sweatpants she was given were long enough that she had to roll them up a good foot before she was able to see her feet. But other than the fact that they were ten sizes too big the clothes were quite comfortable and she had to admit that they smelled wonderful.

She took in the room after she was done. It was devoid of anything but a bed in the middle, dresser, and a few boxes. Empty. Walking into the main room she noticed that a fire had been lit in the fireplace and her host was nowhere to be seen.

Hermione took the time to further observe her surroundings. It was a rather large and empty open space. The kitchen was only separated by an island bar. Up against the wall farthest away from the front door were two doors and the room she'd just come out of was to the left of them, on another wall. The whole place was bare except for quite a few unopened boxes and a bunch of left over containers of food.

"I haven't had an opportunity to actually unpack." Fred explained as he came out of the kitchen area and handed her a mug of hot, steamy liquid.

Taking the mug with appreciation Hermione asked out of curiosity, "How long have you been here?"

Fred gave her a grin. "Two months."

She shook her head in disapproval and he just laughed. "Well, you are more than welcome to do the job."

Hermione smiled. He shouldn't have told her that.