A/N: Sorry for the delay, I have had a bit of writers block lately. My inspiration for this story seems to be lacking lately, I would love some encouragement to keep going so remember to review and tell me your thoughts or where you would like the story to go. I feel as though the story is progressing too slowly but I don't want to rush it either. Let me know your thoughts. I had high hopes for this chapter but after last chapter being so long it was more of just a filler.

Disclaimer: As always this wondrous world belongs to J. K. Rowling, I am merely a visitor.

Chapter 12 My Oh Mia

And then, the door opened…

"Mia? What are you.."

I crashed my lips to his, pulling him into my embrace, sliding my fingers into his hair. There is a sense of urgency to our kiss as I push him back through the door and kick it shut behind me. He pulls away from me panting.

"Mia, what are you doing here? Bill was meant to take you home, please tell me you didn't sneak off."

"Don't be silly Freddie, Dean walked me, only left when I heard you coming down the stairs." Smiling up at him as I twirled my fingers through his fiery red locks. "Besides I wanted to see you"

I leaned up to kiss him, but he pulled away.

"Why don't we go inside and get you a glass of water" taking my hand he led me upstairs and into the kitchen.

Sitting ME down on the couch Fed headed towards the kitchen. I took in the sight before me, how had I never noticed how completely sexy he was before now. Clad in only his boxers he sat next to me attempting to hand me a glass of water which I pushed away.

"NO! I DON'T WANT IT!" I wailed. "I want you…"

I climbed onto his lap and kissed him roughly, slowly making my way down his chest. sighing he pushes me away as my hands reach for the hem of his boxers.

"Mia, stop. Mia, I said stop! Hermione!"

"What, what's wrong, why don't you want me!"

"Hermione you're drunk, it's not right."

I was seeing red. How dare he! How dare he turn me down! That stupid redheaded git! I hate him.

I start screaming and throwing things as he tries in vain to calm me down. Finally I make my way to the fireplace grabbing a handful of floo powder and scream for the burrow.

Storming my way upstairs I throw myself down on my bed. Stupid Fred Weasley!

Meanwhile at Weasley's Wizarding Wheezers

"Fred what the bloody hell was that?" George stumbles in rubbing his eyes

"Hermione. I have no idea what just happened." Sitting down on the couch he places his head in his hands. "I just couldn't do it Georgie, I love her too much to let it be a drunken mistake,"

George grabbing Fred by the forearm leads him towards the hall. "Come on mate, go to bed, you can talk to her about it tomorrow."

Mumbling Fred walks into his room, lying on his bed he thinks over the events of the night.

"If she lets me"