Hermione is lying on the cough, a book in her hands. She's trying to read, but she can't focus. Fred is making a lot of noise in the kitchen. She would go check on him, but he would send her back immediately. After half an hour, Fred comes out. "Hermione, dinner's ready." He says. Hermione gets on her feet.

"May I escort you to your seat, mylady?" he asks while offering his arm. Smiling, Hermione takes his arm and they walk to the table. Fred pulls her chair back, so she can sit down. When she is settled, he himself walks to his seat.

SOMETIME LATER, AFTER EATING:

"So, Hermione, the food I made wasn't that bad, was it? The fish was only a little bit burnt." Fred says.

"It was awful, I don't understand how you survive on your own!" Hermione laughs.

"You know, Hermione, I always taught you only saw the good in people, don't make me rethink, okay." Fred answers with a smile. Hermione laughs. "How do you do that? How do you make everyone laugh with just one sentence?"

"It's a talent. You have it too" Fred answers. "Before you ask, no, I am not kidding. You do say funny things sometimes."

"Aww, thanks, Fred." Hermione replies, "Can I say something?"

"Sure"

"I've always considered you the better twin, you're the calm one, I like that."

"Can I say something as well? I've always considered you the most beautiful of the golden trio."

Hermione laughs. "Off course, I'm the only girl!"

Fred smiles at her.

For a long time, the just sit down, not saying anything. Then, Fred stands up. "I should go, it is getting late, and I have to work tomorrow. Promise you will go see Ginny and Harry someday?"

"I promise." Hermione replies quitly.

They walk to the door together.

"Well, uhm, goodbye, I guess?" Hermione says.

Fred smiles, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Goodbye, Hermione," he whispers, before he leans down to press his lips softly against Hermione's. After a few seconds, he pulls back and walks away. Hermione touches her lips, astonished. Then, she closes her door walks to her living room. She stands there for a while, smiling.

THE NEXT DAY

While having breakfast, Hermione is reading the Daily Prophet. Again a lot of lies with few true statements. The twins will open their new shop in Hogsmeade this weekend. There'll be a lot of fireworks and pranks to celebrate. No doubt that every new customer will find himself the target of some funny joke.

An owl ticks on the window. Startled, Hermione puts the paper down, and walks to the window. She doesn't know this owl, so she'll cast a few revealing spells on the letter.

After a good five minutes, she thinks it is safe to open the envelope.

Hermione,

I was wondering if the most beautiful of the Golden Trio would make me happy by coming to the opening of our new shop. It'll be so great!

Please come, I made a bet that you would. You wouldn't want me to lose 10 Galleons, would you?

Oh, and by the way, I'm coming to see you tonight.

Forge

"Oh, idiot!" she exclaims smiling.

THAT EVENING

She dozed off on the couch. Fred had told her he would be visiting, but it was already getting late. Maybe he forgot. That's possible. He forgets things all the time. But you would think he would remember the woman he kissed last night.

She heard a knock on the door. Knowing that Fred had finally arrived, she ran to the door, pulling it open. There was he. Fred. "Finally!" she cried, "I was waiting for you."

"Sorry, Hermione, but Bill and Fleur were visiting, and I couldn't leave without being impolite." He apologized.

Hermione walked to the living room, Fred following her. They sat down on the couch and started talking.

"Hermione, may I kiss you again?" Fred suddenly asked.

Hermione blushed. "Yes, Fred."

Fred moved closer to Hermione, but when their lips almost touched, he froze, letting Hermione close the gap.

They moved careful at first, exploring. Then, Hermione opened her lips and Fred slipped his tongue through them. Hermione moaned. Fred's hands started roaming over Hermione's body. He found her breasts and gently slipped his hands under her bra, fondling her nipples. Hermione arched her back, wanting to feel more. Fred threw her shirt away and unclasped her bra. He then attacked her nipples with his tongue.

"Fred, can we move this to my bed?" Hermione asked.

"As you wish." They went to Hermione's bedroom, pausing every few steps for a short snogging session. They lost their clothes on the way.

Pushing the door open, Fred and Hermione stumbled in the room. They found their way to the bed and continued their snogging on it. A ginger cat ran out of the room. The two lovers on the bed oblivious to their surroundings.

Fred wouldn't arrive at the shop the next day.