A/N: I'm back! Miss me? Probably not. Anyway, I don't really have much of an excuse as to why I haven't updated in AGES except for lack of motivation. But I won't keep you here with my winging and whining - I hope you enjoy this very late chapter. Abbie X.
Disclaimer (this applies to previous and future chapters): I don't own any of the Harry potter stuff kay?
Hermione jolted awake when she heard her name and rubbed her eyes blearily. She squinted slightly to make out who was stood in the gloom and soon recognised the bright mop of orange hair.
"Hey" she mumbled sleepily; she yawned before offering Fred a small, drowsy smile. She made to get up but Fred stepped quickly over to her in a couple of strides and gathered her smoothly into his arms. Hermione giggled and shook her head then jumped down from his grasp.
"Oi, I just wanted to save you a walk to the sofa!" Fred grinned slightly.
"The sofa?" Hermione teased with a smirk "I was going to go to bed."
"Aw, c'mon Mione… just sit with me for a bit," Fred pouted. Hermione laughed, causing Fred to shiver slightly at the sound.
"OK fine," Hermione conceded with a nod "We can chat for a bit I suppose" Fred flopped down on the sofa, grabbed Hermione by the waist then dragged her down to sit beside him. Hermione turned to face Fred and curled her knees up to her chest. 'she looks so cute like that I just want to wrap her up in my arms and- hold up Fred it's just a chat.' Fred thought. 'His eyes look so gorgeous the blue is so perfect- almost turquoise, like the water in the limestone bay I visited on holiday with mum and dad.' Hermione had to make a conscious effort to stay focused on her surroundings and decided conversation might offer a much needed distraction.
"So… I have nothing to talk about." Hermione was still quite sleepy and was struggling enough to think without Fred sitting so damn close! Fred's chuckle pulled her back to reality and he spoke
"Well, you seemed kind of happy while you were asleep with that adorabl- ahem I mean because you were smiling a bit…" Fred looked down and blushed as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
Hermione smiled and put a hand on his freckled cheek; Fred looked up at Hermione through his long, light eyelashes.
"You want to know why I was happy?" Fred nodded "Well I was dreaming about this charismatic, sexy, red headed jock with blue eyes…" the corners of Fred's mouth twitched up and he puffed his chest out a little bit when she mentioned 'Jock'
"Did he have a twin brother by any chance?" Hermione nodded and Fred's countenance acquired a cocky smirk "Well tell me, who was this dashing gentleman!" Hermione leant forward slowly, and breathed against his ear softly as she whispered
"I'm surprised you didn't guess... It was George!" she leant back to take in Fred's shocked expression then fell back laughing; clutching her sides as she rolled around on the sofa.
"Hey! Don't laugh! If you don't stop laughing I'm going to give you a reason to laugh!" Hermione didn't stop laughing…
Fred pounced on top of Hermione, straddling her hips as he tickled her sides relentlessly. She squealed with laughter and tried to bat him off but when that didn't work she started stuttering through her sniggers
"p-p-pleeeaaase st-stop! Ha- I-I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Tears of mirth were streaming down her face but Fred finally conceded. Hermione lay back for a moment to catch her breath then sat up still letting out occasional chuckles; Fred was laughing too but his amusement slowly faded until he was just lazily smirking at Hermione's flushed face. He began to lean in, his hands slowly inching forward to wrap around Hermione's curvy frame. Caught in the moment, in the lull of peaceful silence, Hermione also started to tilt herself forward ready to rest on Fred's muscular chest as they kissed. But just when she felt Fred's warm breath brush against her lips there was a loud chime that broke the silence and they sprang apart, flustered, as they both whipped their heads around to find the source of the noise.
The clock above the fireplace rang out to alert them that it was 1 O'clock in the morning and Hermione felt suddenly very drowsy and decided that it was probably time to go to bed. She yawned and stretched her hands up above her head. Fred caught a brief glimpse of her bare midriff and almost didn't hear her speaking to him.
"Well I think I better go to bed, I'm pretty tired but… thankyou, for understanding I wouldn't ever intentionally do something to mess with your emotions." She leant up to peck him on the cheek and clambered ungracefully off the sofa.
However, before she could go any further, Fred grabbed her wrist gently and tugged her to him as he stood up.
"'Mione, before you go, I was- well, I was just wondering if you wantedtocometohogsmeadewithme tomorrow?" he rushed.
"If I what tomorrow?" Hermione quirked an eyebrow and her mouth lilted upward slightly.
"If you wanted to go out to Hogsmead tomorrow." He paused then hurried to add "You know with me, like together." Hermione shook her head in amazement
"By Merlin's beard, I never thought I'd see the day that Fred Weasley was feeling flustered." She smirked "But it is a cute and attractive quality on you," Fred restrained from adding a 'everything looks good on me' in favour for anxiously awaiting her answer "So I'd love to go to Hogsmead tomorrow!"
"Great! So I'll see you in the morning Mione. 10:30 at the bottom of the staircase?" Fred Beamed.
"Sure Fred, good night." And with that Hermione sashayed away calmly (well, on the outside: inside she was shouting and screaming and jumping up and down).
Fred stood in the common room for another ten minutes just staring at the staircase, where Hermione had disappeared, and smiling stupidly. 'Tomorrow is going to be a good day.' and with that thought he wandered up to bed.