IMPORTANT: I have changed a couple of details in the story. It's set at the end of Hermione's fourth year, and Cedric DOES NOT die; this story is also slightly an AU where some things that happened in the books will either not be addressed or will not happen at all. I have also fixed the parts where Umbridge was mentioned as she does not take part in the Goblet of Fire. Please let me know if you see any other plot holes!

Hermione was not ready for the events that were awaiting her that night. She had even planned on skipping detention, but that would only result in having another one and getting some Gryffindor points taken.

"Hey, aren't you supposed to be getting ready? Detention's in about half an hour." Asked Ginny as she sat on her bed and snacked on some freshly baked treats she snuck out from dinner.

Hermione sighed. She could feel the anxiety in her stomach, making her feel sick.

"Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost. You didn't eat anything at dinner as well." Asked Ginny as she placed a raspberry danish on Hermione's hand.

"It's not my day, that's all." Said Hermione.

Ginny stared her down, silently forcing her to shove the danish in her mouth so her stomach would digest something that wasn't its own walls. Hermione complied, feeling slightly better after feeling the sweetness in her mouth.

"I should probably get going, don't want to keep Filch waiting." Mumbled Hermione as she stretched her arms above her head.

"I'll wait up for you, we can read some more of your muggle magazines when you come back." Said Ginny, smiling at her best friend.

Hermione smiled back at her before walking out of the dorms and the Gryffindor common room.

She could feel her anxiety creeping up again, instantly regretting getting George into this mess. Detention alone with Fred would have been hard, but detention with both twins was even worse. Hermione couldn't understand why on earth she dragged George into the situation, she brought this all up on herself.

Hermione walked through the empty halls, her fingers were playing with the end of her blazer as she reached the courtyard where she was scheduled to meet Filch.

"You're here. Where are the other two?" He spat the minute he saw her.

"I haven't seen them, sir." Mumbled Hermione.

Are they skipping?, thought Hermione, Perhaps detention alone won't be bad after all.

"Here we are, didn't mean to keep anyone waiting. Shall we? Let's hurry on, Filch, we don't have all day." She heard a voice say behind her.

Oh Merlin.


Filch had set them up in the charms classroom, giving each of them different tasks. Hermione's was quite simple, cleaning the desks from gum and doodles, while Fred and George had to rearrange every book in the bookshelves in alphabetical order.

Hermione sighed as she scraped off the last of Drooble's Best Blowing Gum, vowing to never chew any of it for the rest of her life.

"What's wrong, Granger? Are you not enjoying our lovely detention together?" Asked George as he sat on one of the desks Hermione had just scrubbed clean.

"The faster you rearrange those books, the faster we get to leave." Said Hermione as she sat down on a chair, stretching her tired legs in front of her.

"Oh but we have, haven't we, Georgie?" Said Fred as he leaned on another desk next to George.

"But... They're not in alphabetical order." Stated Hermione as she glanced at the books arranged messily.

It took Hermione a couple seconds to realize that the books were arranged to spell out a sentence.

FILCH CAN SOD OFF

Hermione gasped.

"You're both going to get us into more trouble!" She exclaimed as she rearranged the books

"Oh relax, you're going to give yourself a nervous breakdown some day." Said George, laying down on the desks.

"George." Said Hermione sternly, warning the redheaded boy to quit teasing her.

George sighed as he announced he was going to the washroom, disappearing from the room.

"Damn Weasleys." Muttered Hermione as she began taking on the twin's task.

"C'mon now, I'll help."

Oh no, Hermione thought. She had been so caught up on being annoyed at George that she had forgotten about the second twin lingering in the classroom.

"T-That's okay, Fred. I can finish up on my own." Mumbled Hermione, feeling warm at the fact that she was all alone in a room with Fred Weasley.

Fred ignored her as he stepped next to her and began arranging the books.

Hermione stared at him, perhaps for a little longer than she had intended, but she couldn't help herself from running her eyes along every single feature of his face. She had seen Fred Weasley a couple hundred times in her teenage years, but not once had she stopped to realize that she has the pleasure to lay her eyes on one of the most beautiful boys that she had ever seen.

After blinking a couple of times and facing away from the boy, her hand shot up to a thick, leather covered book to continue her task. However, instead of feeling the hard cover under her fingertips, she felt warmth.

She gasped as she realized that their hands were touching as they reached for the same book. She glanced to her right, meeting Fred's brown eyes. Her stomach flipped as she tore her eyes away from him and quickly retreated her hand, feeling the cold form the air almost immediately.

"Alright, Granger?" Asked Fred as his eyebrows were knitted together, wondering why the witch was acting so foreign.

Get yourself together, thought Hermione, You've been alone with him hundreds of times!

"Just a little tired, that's all. Let's finish quickly. Where's George anyway? The toilets are only around the corner, maybe we should-" She rambled on, not once raising her eyes from the floor. Her voice was cut off once she felt a hand on her right shoulder, gasping as she felt the contact.

"You've been acting strange." He pointed out.

Hermione didn't say anything back, it's not like she didn't want to, but more like she couldn't. Not when his hand was burning the skin under her shirt.

Once her eyes started trailing up his body, she knew she wouldn't be able to look away anymore. He was the only thing she wanted to see. When she finally set her sight on his face, it was like Hermione forgot how to breathe. She had seen Fred Weasley millions of times, but she had never seen him like this. Mere inches away from her, his eyebrows knit together in worry and his brown eyes staring right at her. Merlin, it was like he was the first boy she had ever seen. His smooth skin glowed, his thick eyebrows and strong nose made him look like the man he was growing up to be while his hair was beginning to grow back again which gave him back some of the young innocence he still had.

As she kept running her eyes along his features, Fred's features began to soften. His face slowly began to relax, not really understanding why the witch in front of him was acting so strange or why he had never noticed how warm Hermione's eyes were. He took in the sight in front of him; her lips which seemed so soft, the blush that rested on her soft cheeks, the way her cheekbones started to make an appearance as the girl began to change into a woman.

For the first time, they both really observed each other for what felt like eternity. Hermione and Fred saw each other for what they were, instead of young children.

"Didn't mean to make you mad, Hermione. I'll arrange the books how they're supposed to."

Hermione stepped back from Fred as she heard George coming into the classroom, finally awaking from her trance, her face heating up as she realized that she had been ogling Fred for what could've easily been hours.

"Sorry." Hermione breathed out quietly before quickly leaving two confused boys behind.

"What just happened? I was gone for like 5 minutes." Asked George, not understanding why the witch left in such a hurry.

That's what I'd like to know, thought Fred.