"She did what?!" Fred yelled at his twin.
"Merlin! You'd think I said she took the dark mark the way you're acting!"
"This is Krum we're talking about here, George! He's famous and has girls fawning over him all of them time. He'll take Hermione's innocence away!"
"Hermione's a prude, Fred. She won't let him."
"Don't say that about her! And do you think Viktor Krum would give a bloody wart?!"
"Krum is an okay guy," George murmured, watching his twin carefully. "She'll be in good hands."
"She'd be in better hands if she was with me!"
"If who was with you?" An unannounced visitor made their way into the common room. It was Hermione.
"You," Fred blurted out, filled with a confidence and a nervousness he had never had before.
"Me?"
"Yes you." Fred said watching as she sat down next to him. George slyly left the room, leaving his brother and Hermione alone. "I like you."
"You like me?" Hermione echoed, stunned at what she was hearing.
"Of course I do. I mean one day all I can think about is how George and I are going to make dozens of kids laugh by testing out our puking pastilles on Snape, and then the next day, all I can think about is how to make you smile… What book you're reading… If you've noticed the precision and the sheer amount of genius that has to go into each and every prank we pull… What that intoxicating smell that's unique to you is, and why it's so alluring… I think I like you. A lot, Hermione."
With that, Hermione leaned over and kissed Fred on the check. "I think I like you too, Fred. A lot."