Mr. Wrong by WeasleyForMe

Fred/Hermione- They are involved together, but aren't they completely wrong for each other?

Thanks to Beneeta for beta reading this for me!! And thanks Amy for being kind and merciful! Oh, and there is some cursing in this chappy.

Chapter Six

At first, Hermione wanted to pull away from Lee, but after another moment she found she didn't want to after all; kissing him was a surprisingly pleasant sensation. The constant buzz of thoughts that flitted around her brain slowly became silent at the feel of Lee's gentle lips against hers. Even the persistent ones that continually revolved around Fred were quieted. The kiss was unlike any she had had in recent memory. It was gentle and unhurried, hesitant even.

After a few seconds, Lee pulled away from her, a small grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. She smiled back shyly as he pulled back from her and Apparated away with a small wave of goodbye.

"Well, that wasn't too bad," Hermione thought. She smiled for a moment before the annoyingly persistent thoughts of Fred returned. Her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach and she chewed on her bottom lip as she was assaulted with waves of guilt. She knew it was irrational to be feeling so guilty over one small kiss, but she did. She was even a little disappointed in herself.

Hermione had promised herself in the beginning that she wouldn't get so attached to Fred, especially since he wasn't too attached to her, but these feelings she was currently experience told her otherwise. Guilt continued to tear at her insides and she knew she needed to go and see him. Checking her watch she found was only nine o'clock. With a quick look around she made the split decision to Apparate directly to his flat.

"Fred?" she called out cautiously. She turned toward the kitchen and saw a sight that both startled and thrilled her.

"Oh, hey Hermione," George replied. He was standing by the sink in nothing but some midnight blue boxer briefs, eating a sandwich. Hermione's jaw was hanging loosely open. "Identical twins right down to their skivvies," she thought appreciatively as she admired his lightly muscled arms and stomach.

"Hi George," she mumbled as she started to blush. George merely walked toward her and offered her a piece of his sandwich, not even slightly embarrassed by his lack of attire. She shook her head at the food.

He just shrugged as he said, "Fred's in the shower. You can wait for him if you'd like." Hermione took a seat on the couch, and nearly-naked-George sat down beside her which made her slightly nervous. She didn't want to be caught accidentally ogling him when Fred got out of the shower. George turned to her and said, "You know, I'm not as clueless as I look." Hermione cocked her head slightly, questioning his statement. "I know that you and Fred are in some sort of a relationship. I also happen to know that you are so far underneath Fred's skin that he thinks about you almost constantly."

Hermione's heart skipped a beat. "He does?" she asked quietly.

"Yup," George said as he took another bite and slowly chewed it. "He tries to hide it, but I know better." They could hear Fred turning off the shower as George muttered, "Just don't break his heart, alright?"

Hermione stared into George's somber eyes as her jaw dropped. "I- I have his h-heart?" she finally stuttered.

A moment later, the bathroom door opened, breaking Hermione's gaze. Fred emerged in his pajama pants, drying off his hair. "George, did you eat all of the sandwiches?" he asked as he came fully into view. "Hermione," he said, surprised to see her. "What are you doing here?"

As Hermione and Fred stared at each other, George stood, stretched and muttered something about going to his room. Hermione, still somewhat shocked after kissing Lee and hearing George's words, stood to face Fred. "I wanted to see you."

"Why?" he asked, letting the towel rest around his neck.

"Just because." She answered, trying and failing to sound casual.

"How was your date with Lee?" Fred sneered.

"It was fine," she said too quickly. She was intoxicated from just gazing into his smoldering, passionate eyes and couldn't help but add, "He kissed me."

Fred's expression turned dark. "He kissed you?" he growled. "Did you kiss him back?"

Hermione noticed that Fred's eyes were dark and full of concern. "No, I don't think so."

"What does that mean?" he gruffly asked, throwing his towel against the couch.

Hermione felt like crying. "It all happened so fast, I just don't know." She took a step closer to Fred and mumbled, "All I could think about was you. The entire night, it was like you were there, in my mind." She reached a hand up to Fred's cheek and caressed his stubbly skin. She needed to feel his lips against hers as a reminder that in some strange way, they were perfect.

As her lips met his, she could feel the heat from his chest warming her. She could feel the passion in his lips restoring her hope. Then suddenly she felt nothing. She opened her eyes to see that Fred had pulled away from her, panting and looking upset. "Hermione, I'm not going to be your fallback guy. You can't expect that I'll lie at your feet after you've just snogged my friend!"

Hermione gasped. "It wasn't like that! I didn't snog him!" She took a deep breath while Fred started to pace. "I just wanted to come here and remind myself that you can't be replaced in the snogging department! I like you, Fred! I'm honestly bloody infatuated with you! Why can't we try to make this work?"

Fred stopped pacing and got so close to her that their noses were nearly touching. "We can't make anything work if you're going to go off and fool around with my friends!"

Hermione could feel the tears burning at the backs of her eyes, but she didn't back down. "Don't try to blame me for something I never even did! You are the one who treats me like a fuck buddy, and I'm sick of it!" she shrieked as she Apparated away.

Fred was left alone in the living room with a soggy towel and pounding headache. He stood still for awhile, trying to convince himself that he was better off without Hermione. When he realized that he was failing miserably, he turned back to the kitchen to see that George had returned for more sandwiches.

"Ready for my advice yet?" George asked casually as he smeared mustard on his snack.

"No, thank you," Fred growled as he stormed off to his room.

The workweek went by quickly for Hermione. She had come in on Monday with puffy eyes and a migraine from staying up all night crying and regretting the fact that she went to Fred's flat in the first place. Finally, by Thursday she felt much better. She even agreed to have lunch with Ginny.

While they were seated at The Leaky Cauldron gabbing over some sandwiches, Ginny said, "Now that you're talking to Ron again, you should stop over to the Burrow for dinner. Everyone was there last night. It was fun!"

Hermione smiled at her friend. She couldn't exactly tell Ginny that she wouldn't be able to make an appearance at the Burrow because of Fred. If it wasn't one Weasley boy, it was surely another. "I'll think about it," she managed.

"I hope you do. It was a great time last night. Charlie was in town, and Bill came over without Fleur. Except, Fred was in a right foul mood. I'm still not sure what that was all about," Ginny pondered aloud.

Hermione could feel the color rushing into her cheeks. Was it possible that Fred was feeling badly on her account? She wanted to see him so much, but it wasn't a good idea. She needed to move on.

When she arrived back at her desk after lunch, she found a stack of files to submit for review. She sighed and dug into her pile of work. After awhile there was a knock on the door to her small office.

"Come in," she called without looking up from her work.

"Hi, Hermione."

She snapped her head up at the sound of his voice. "Lee! How are you?" she asked as she pushed some papers to the side of her desk.

"I'm fine. Hey, I was wondering, are you were free this weekend?"

Hermione's heart began to pound. Going out with Lee again might be good for her. She already missed Fred, but there was a possibility that she could become rather fond of Lee. "I think I'm free on Saturday," she said.

Lee smiled brightly. "Then it's a date!"

The underwear clad George was included especially for remuslives! :D

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More is on the way... but I haven't decided exactly how I'm going to end this, so if you have an idea let me know!