A/N: Chapter 4! Yay! I can feel the anticipation building…nope, that's just nausea. Oh, well! Enjoy my dears! And as always, review!
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HermioneTwin
Disclaimer: You know what? I think that it's finally time to use reverse psychology! So, I will now officially announce that I am actually J.K Rowling! an angry wave of lawyers floods my basement Uh, on second thought, no I'm not.
Their SpotHermione couldn't help but stare. Everything around her was breath taking.
"You like it then?" Fred asked, noting the bewildered look on her face.
She could only blink, mouth open wide in awe.
They were standing in the middle of a tiny little hillside, located just a short way from the Burrow's garden. The scenery was overflowing with wild flowers along with towering willow trees and the entire landscape had been flooded with moonlight. To add to the loveliness, a miniature river flowed near a particularly beautiful tree and reflected the twinkling stars above. Hermione hadn't yet managed to find the appropriate words to describe the gorgeous setting, which could very well prove the intensity and beauty of it all, as she was quite frequently described as a human dictionary.
Fred hadn't uttered a single word as of yet either, as he was too busy staring at Hermione's astonished features. She really did look exceptionally adorable with her mouth hanging open like that.
"I'll take that line of drool slipping out of your mouth as a yes." He said with a smirk.
Hermione's hand quickly darted to her lips.
"I'm not drooling, you idiot!" She commented indignantly, a blush invading her previously frozen cheeks.
Fred snorted.
"Calling me an idiot really isn't a very nice way of thanking me."
Hermione looked down in slight shame.
"I mean everyone knows that I prefer the word moron! Honestly Hermione, must you always strive to wound me so? " He asked earnestly.
Hermione giggled as she slapped Fred's arm.
"Shut up and come sit your moronic ass beside me, then." She called teasingly as she made her way toward the particularly striking willow tree.
"My ass isn't moronic." He exclaimed huffily, before loyally following the bushy head of bouncing curls with a grin adorning his features, perfectly satisfied with the way things were going.
And a little bit insulted of the behalf of his ass.
"Do you ever wonder what happens when we die?" Hermione inquired quietly.
They had been lying under the willow tree for hours, simply staring up at the sky in silence (well, silence for the most part; Fred couldn't help but crack a joke at least once in a while).
Somehow, Fred's hand had found it's way into Hermione's and he was currently having the time of his life destroying her nails.
"What?" He asked absentmindedly, still staring at the suffering fingers.
"I said, do you ever wonder what happens when we die?" She repeated slowly, taking care to remove her hand from his grasp as to prevent further distractions.
Fred frowned as he turned his gaze toward the stars.
"What brought on such a melancholy topic? I thought I'd cheered you up."
Hermione giggled. "You did. It's just that staring up at the sky has always made me wonder about life after death. I guess it's something about the everlasting beauty and continuity of it all that gets the questions rolling in my head." She reasoned.
Fred smiled at her explanation before adopting a reflecting pose.
Hermione snorted at the obvious fakeness.
"Well," He began, "hopefully, if you've done some good in your life, you get to go somewhere were you're completely at peace. That's how I see heaven, anyway."
Hermione nodded. "I like that theory. Complete peace, serenity and happiness sounds pretty good."
"Pretty good?" Fred questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh, come on, it's just a figure of speech! You know what I mean." She said with a sigh.
"Yeah, I do. I just like to annoy you." He said teasingly.
"Believe you me, I know you do." Hermione said with a laugh.
A comfortable silence fell between the two of them once more. Hermione sighed contentedly as her eyes flickered back and forth between Fred and the stars. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt quite this peaceful.
Almost like heaven. She thought happily and then laughed internally at her clichéd thoughts.
"Why is that though?" She suddenly inquired, turning around to face Fred as well as she could.
"Why's what?" Fred asked, as he turned around as well.
"Why do you always insist on annoying me so much?" She demanded.
Fred gave her an uneasy smile.
"Well, haven't you noticed? I usually strive to annoy the crap out of every living creature within a reasonable radius."
Hermione grinned briefly.
"I know that, but somehow it always seems worse with me." She said quietly.
Fred ran a pale hand through his hair before clearing his throat apprehensively. "Well, would you like me to stop, then? I could be dead serious if you'd like…I'll even grow a mustache."
Hermione threw her head back in laughter at the idea of Fred with a mustache.
"That, I'd like to see. But no, I don't suppose that I'd ever want you to stop. Your teasing has become a vital part of my every day." She said playfully, repressing a cringe when she realized how overly affectionate that had sounded.
Fred didn't seem to notice though. He just smiled warmly and leaned back with a somewhat relieved sigh.
Hermione, on the other hand, felt nowhere near relieved. Why had that uneasy little smile of his sent a herd of butterflies ricocheting everywhere inside of her stomach? It was the hand incident all over again! That boy was going to be the death of her…
A sudden splash of something very cold and very unpleasant put her panicked thoughts to an abrupt halt.
Hermione gasped in surprise as she leapt to her feet, shrieking in outrage when she saw Fred standing near the tiny river, his eyes those of a guilty criminal.
"What was that for?" She demanded heatedly.
Fred smirked. "To annoy you, of course. It's what I do best! And you missed your chance, babe. I offered to be serious, but you refused. So, you're screwed for life. Sorry, honey." He said with a laugh as Hermione still looked furious. "Plus, you're T-shirt's white."
Hermione's neck quickly snapped down in panic only to see that she was still wearing her black sweatshirt.
"No it isn't, you color blind maniac." She said.
Fred chuckled. "I know, I just wanted to see that alarmed look in your eyes. It's quite funny." He said with a playful shrug.
Hermione let out a low growl. "Funny, is it? Oh, I'll show you funny!" She exclaimed as she pounced into the freezing cold river, splashing water everywhere into the air and thus completely soaking the smirking culprit.
Fred's jaw dropped open in surprise, as he gazed down at his dripping form.
"You're dead." He said menacingly as he slowly began to advance toward Hermione with a perilous look in his eyes.
Hermione squealed in both terror and apprehension before whipping around and running as fast as her legs could carry her toward the safe haven that was the Burrow.
Fred was behind her in less than a second. He grabbed Hermione around the waist and promptly proceeded to tackle her to the ground, fusing his icy body to hers.
"One thing that you might find practical to remember, my dear Ms. Granger, is to never, ever seek revenge on a Weasley twin." He playfully hissed, his lips mere inches from hers. "Especially if that particular twin is called Fred. He's more dangerous." He added as an afterthought.
Hermione managed to snort despite the raging war of enormous mutant butterflies that was currently invading her stomach.
"Dangerous? You? Where on earth do you get that idea?" She asked breathlessly.
"I didn't have to get it anywhere, I was simply born with it. I'm a natural terror." He whispered.
"Well, you don't scare me." Hermione said quietly, positive that Fred could here her beating heart just as clearly as she could. Since when had it decided that it wasn't content with its habitat anymore and wanted to leap out of her chest anyway?
Fred smiled as he deftly leaned in further toward Hermione's lips so that they were practically sharing the same breath.
"That's good to hear, as I wouldn't want any girl whom I'm about to kiss to be frightened of me."
Hermione only had time to widen her eyes and gasp lightly in shock before their lips made gentle contact.
And in that moment, heaven truly appeared for the both of them.
A/N: Yay! They've finally kissed:)
So…does that deserve a review?
Pwetty pwease?
