Hermione hid behind Harry, trying to contain her fit of giggles.
"Hermione, what the bloody hell is going on?" Harry exclaimed, trying not to laugh at his friend.
"Just hide me!" Hermione hissed, ducking behind the boy.
"From who?" Harry questioned, wondering what the brightest witch of her age could be hiding from.
"Oh 'Mia!" The answer came in the form of a sing-songy yell and a smirking Fred Weasley. "Oi! Hey, there Harry. You haven't seen Hermione around by chance have you, mate?"
"Why do you ask?" Harry shifted, so his body hid the crouching girl perfectly.
Fred laughed, holding up a bottle of what looked to be… Was that soda? "Well, if you do happen to find her, tell her that as intrigued by muggle beverages I may be, I can smell a prank a mile away. Also, let her know that nothing can hide the smell of Valerian Sprigs."
Hermione let a curse slip from her lips; from behind Harry. She was sure the sugar in the drink would at least mask the smell.
"I guess you don't have to tell her after all, eh mate?" Fred smirked as Harry moved out of the way, going on about his business and revealing Hermione to her boyfriend. "Hi 'Mia. Nice try with the sleeping draught."
"How did you-"
"I'm not stupid," Fred chuckled holding up his hand. "I'm sure you beg to differ at times. Now. Why were you going to put me to sleep, love?"
"Togetyoubackforthismorning," Hermione murmured, a blush creeping over her face.
"I'm sorry," Fred grinned, knowing exactly what she said as he pulled her into his arms. "What was that?"
"To get you back… For what you said… To Ginny."
Fred chuckled softly, nuzzling his nose against her neck. "Ginny suggested we get a room, and I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to embarrass my little sister by telling her we already did," Fred kissed Hermione's lips chastely. "Several times."
"Still, you embarrassed me too. Payback's a witch. Just remember that, Fred."
"Love, you shouldn't be embarrassed," Fred nipped at Hermione's ear carefully. "I want the world to know that your mine in every way, and yes, I want everyone, every person on the planet 'Mia, to know that I'm your first and last."
"Fred," Hermione murmured as he sucked at her neck, hands intertwining in his short red locks. "Fred."
And in that moment, her thirst for revenge was replaced with a very different kind of need.