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It had been three days since Hermione's encounter with Fred in the common room, and their special moment hadn't left her mind once. Although she hadn't spoken to him since, they often made eye contact with each other and Hermione would blush as Fred winked at her, and then smirked. This constantly left her with butterflies in her stomach and her attraction towards Fred grew stronger and stronger.

This was no different that Monday morning as she sat herself next to Ron and Harry in the Great Hall for breakfast. She glanced around the room and her eyes locked onto Fred's, who was grinning at her. Hermione smiled back at him before looking down at her knees, feeling her cheeks getting hot.

"You alright, Hermione?" Harry asked as he looked at his best friend with concern. Hermione lifted her head quickly and nodded. "I'm fine." She said as she took a mouthful of cereal. Harry looked up her up and down uncertainly before exchanging a look with Ron and shrugging his shoulders.


Fred was on the opposite end of the table as Hermione, his head turned towards her, meeting her eyes as she gazed back at him. He grinned at her, and she gave him a small smile back before blushing and bowing her head. Fred laughed to himself quietly. He always loved the way she would blush when he gave her his well-known, ever so charming grin. He thought it was adorable.

George, who was sitting across from Fred, sat staring at him, one eyebrow raised, his pumpkin juice in his hand and smiling crookedly. He knew his twin better than anyone else, so he knew exactly what the look on Fred's face meant. "Alright," he said, placing his drink down and crossing his arms on the table in front of him. "Who is she?"

Fred turned around to look at his brother, snapped out of his thoughts about the witch he had fancied since his fifth year. He cleared his throat, trying to act natural. "Who?" he asked, looking George in the eye and forcing on a calm face as he tried to cover the fact that he was hiding something.

"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about, Freddie," George said, laughing slightly as he took another sip of his juice before continuing. "We've been together since we were conceived, I know that look better than anyone." Fred gulped. His brother was right; they could read each other like a book. He scratched his head nervously. "Uh… what look?" George shook his head at Fred's attempt to cover himself.

"Oh, you know. The one where you constantly glance across the room, smirking and winking and your eyes lighten up. The look you used to have when you were with Angelina." Fred shifted in his seat uncomfortably. "Don't bring that up, Georgie." He mumbled. He was still trying to forget what she did to him in their fourth year. They had been dating for 7 months before he had caught her snogging Oliver Wood outside the Quidditch pitch. He was heartbroken, he had loved Angelina, and although he was civil towards her now, he never fully forgave her.

"I'm sorry, Fred," George said softly, interrupting Fred's thoughts. "But it just goes to show, whoever this girl is, you must really care about her." Fred sighed and looked up at his twin. "I really do." George nodded. "So, you gonna tell me who she is?" At that moment, Fred looked across the hall and saw Hermione get out of her seat. She looked over at him and smiled shyly before picking up her book and leaving the hall.

Fred quickly finished off his breakfast then stood up. "Later," he said, turning to leave the hall. "I've gotta go do something, I'll meet you in the common room in an hour." George sighed. "Alright." he replied as he went back to drinking his juice. He had to find out who the girl was that was making his brother so sketchy, so after taking the last sip of his juice he gathered his stuff and sneakily followed Fred.


Hermione climbed up the stairs of the Grand Staircase making her way to the library. She had to get out of the Great Hall; she was starting to feel far too uncomfortable with Ron and Harry as they kept nagging at her to tell them why she was being so weird. They were her best friends, but there were some things she just couldn't tell them. She finally reached the second floor and was walking up the corridor when suddenly someone's arms wrapped tightly around her waist behind her, lifting her up and pulling her around the corner before placing her feet back on the ground. Hermione squealed a little before feeling a hand clasp over her mouth.

"Shhh… it's only me." Fred said as he turned her to face him and pulled her into a tight hug, his head buried in her neck. Hermione smiled and closed her eyes. She could feel Fred's breath down her back and she shuddered. "Hi, Fred." She whispered. Fred gently squeezed her before pressing kisses on her neck. "I missed you, Mione." Hermione snuggled her face into his neck. "I missed you too." Fred lifted his head from her neck and leaned forward, and pressed his lips against hers.


George carefully followed Fred up the stairs, making sure he kept his eye on him and being careful not to make a sound. He tried to figure out who he was following, but he couldn't see anyone else but him and his brother. When Fred stopped when he got to the second floor and quickly looked around him suspiciously before turning the door handle and entering the corridor.

George ran up the next flight of stairs and charged through the door to the second floor, but he couldn't see anyone. "Darn!" He whispered to himself in frustration. Then, he heard a voice. It was a voice he was familiar with but he couldn't quite put his finger on it at that point. The voice was from a girl, and she had said "I missed you too." George pushed himself against the wall quietly and peered around the corner. His jaw dropped as he saw Fred's arms wrapped around a bushy haired girl as he kissed her passionately.

Making sure not to make too much noise, George backed up. He crept out of the second floor corridor and quickly ran back up to the Gryffindor Common Room, sitting down on the couch putting his hands to his mouth. "Granger?" He whispered to himself. "Fred likes Granger?"