DISCLAIMER: J.K Rowling owns Harry Potter, not me. I was merely having fun creating a plot!
Hermione felt Fred's warm breath on her cheek as they kissed. There was something about Fred's kisses that made her feel so special. The way he caressed her, holding her cheeks, or running his hands gently through her hair. The way he would softly slide his tongue in and around her mouth, occasionally massaging her tongue with his own. Or the way his breathing would slowly start getting heavier, giving her butterflies in her tummy and making her feel as if they were the only people in the world. The passionate kisses they shared were really something special.
"Fred?" Hermione whispered, her lips still pressed against Fred's. "Hmm?" he responded, not wanting to break their kiss, but Hermione pulled her lips away from his and buried her face into his chest. "We should probably stop now, or someone's going to see us." She said, laughing slightly. Fred let out a sigh and wrapped his arms around her. "Fine," he mumbled as he rested his chin on the top of her head. "I've just missed you too much." Hermione smiled into his chest. "I've missed you too." Fred lifted his head and placed his hand under her chin, lifting her head so they were making eye contact.
"You know, we should really do more than just snog each other, Hermione." A gasp escaped Hermione's mouth and her eyes widened. Surely he wasn't thinking of shagging, we've only kissed twice! She thought to herself. Fred noticed the look of panic in her face and quickly waved his hands down, reassuring her. "That's not what I meant!" He said, slightly embarrassed. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and Fred laughed. "I just meant we should hang out with each other properly." Hermione blushed a little as she smiled up at him. "You mean… like dates and stuff?" Fred grinned back at her, then held her hand in his. "Yeah, dates. I like the sound of that." He scratched the back of his neck with his free hand and cleared his throat. "We can have our first one tonight, if you like?" Hermione leaned into him, resting her head against his chest. "I'd love to." She whispered.
Fred smiled widely and kissed the top of her head. "Great. So how about we meet in the common room tonight at 7?"Hermione looked up at him. "Sounds good." She said with a smile. Fred leaned in and pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Dress warm." He whispered in her ear before stepping back, giving her a wink, and walking off.
As Fred made his way up to the common room, he thought about where to take Hermione for their date. Surprisingly, he was slightly nervous. He had been on many dates before, but they had never meant much to him. He would take a girl out for a couple hours, snog them for a bit, then take them to a brook cupboard or an abandoned classroom and shag them.
But Hermione was different. Fred cared about her more than he had ever cared about a girl, including Angelina. He also felt very protective of Hermione after comforting her the night of the Yule Ball. Ever since that night, if he ever saw Ron and Hermione having an argument, he would step in and sort it out so she wouldn't get hurt like that again. He knew then that his feelings were getting stronger and stronger. He had to make their date special.
Fred was so lost in his thoughts about their date when he burst into the common room that he didn't notice his twin lying sprawled across the couch, until he heard him dramatically clearing his throat. Fred looked over at him. "Oh, hey Georgie. Didn't see you there." George raised one eyebrow then stood up, crossing his arms in front of his chest and looking at Fred suspiciously.
"So, Granger, huh?" George said, smirking as Fred's eyes widened in shock. "How did you know about that?" he whispered, glancing nervously around the room. George laughed at his brother's expression. "Relax, Freddie! You look like you've just committed murder!" He joked. Fred gave him a glare, making George roll his eyes and continue.
"I followed you up to the second floor and saw you two snogging each other, it's really no big deal," George said, then he chuckled again. "Although I must admit I was pretty shocked. I mean, you usually go for the more active ones, if you know what I mean." He winked at his twin and smirked, but that quickly vanished when he saw Fred's expression turn from shock to anger as he tightened up.
"Hermione is not just another one of those girls!" Fred snapped. George raised his hands. "Relax, mate. I'm just trying to loosen you up. You've been so tense lately." He said softly. Fred sighed. "I know. I'm sorry." He mumbled. George reached out and gave Fred's shoulder a squeeze. "She really means something to you, doesn't she?" Fred nodded. "She really does," he said, sitting himself down on the couch. "I care about her a lot, you know?" He took a deep breath. "We're going on a date tonight." He said, his voice shaking slightly. George quickly picked up on the tone in his voice and took a seat next to him.
"What, are you nervous?" he asked, confused. Fred nodded again, his eyes now glued to his feet. "Why? You've been on plenty of dates before. You never get nervous with this kind of thing." Fred sighed. "But this one's different." He ran his fingers through his hair. "All those other dates were mainly so I could shag them. I'd never use Hermione like that." George nodded. "Where are you gonna go?" Fred looked up at his brother. "I have a plan," he said, rising to his feet. "But I'm going to need your help."
Hermione couldn't focus properly for the remainder of the day. She couldn't stop thinking of her date with Fred. It was their first date, and she was excited, but nervous, and she spent a lot of her time that day coming up with scenarios on how they could spend their date. Her final class for the day was Potions, and she had no idea what was going on. She had paid no attention to Professor Snape all lesson, which was not like Hermione at all.
Harry noticed the look of confusion on Hermione's face and tapped her on the shoulder. "You okay, Hermione?" he asked, concerned. "You don't really seem yourself today." Hermione looked up and smiled at him. "I'm fine, just tired." She responded as she stared back down at her notes, attempting to do the set classwork. Harry sighed and leant over to Hermione.
"You're hiding something from me, Hermione." He said sternly. Hermione sighed and looked at Harry. "I told you, I'm just tired." Harry rolled his eyes. "When has being tired ever stopped you from concentrating in class? Look, you haven't even done anything." He said, pointing at the empty cauldron in front of Hermione. She gently slapped his hand away and looked back at him. "Just don't worry about it, I'm fine." Harry sighed, realising she wasn't going to give in. "Fine." He muttered, then turned to make his potion.
As soon as class was dismissed, Hermione raced out of the classroom and sped down the corridor, but as she whipped around the corner, she slammed into none other than George Weasley. "Well, look who we have here." He said, smirking. "Hi, George." Hermione said, embarrassed. "Hope you're ready for tonight." He said, grinning at her. Hermione blushed. "So… you know?" George laughed. "Of course I do! That boy can't keep anything from me for too long!" Hermione laughed a little. "I'd better head off, I have to at least try to get some work done before this date." She smiled. "Alright then," George said, smiling back. "Enjoy your night – it's gonna be a night to remember."
