This was it. Fred was going to do it. It was now or never.
Watching as Hermione sat down in the empty Room of Requirements and started reading a book, Fred waited until they both were completely alone.
"Room of Requirements, don't fail me now," Fred murmured under his breath, watching as the room around the two began to change. Hermione was oblivious to the changes surrounding her. She was too enchanted by the pages among her to notice a thing.
Fred looked around the room, trying to figure out what his plan was. He noticed a small table on the other side of the room. It was draped with a white table cloth and had a silver platter resting on it. Genius; this room was a bloody genius.
"Happy almost Christmas, Granger," Fred smirked, sitting down on the floor next to the girl.
"Fred," Hermione gasped, closing her book quickly, "I didn't know you were still in here."
"Yeah, I just… Thought you might be hungry?" Fred asked, studying the girl before him with a careful eye.
"Um, hungry?" Hermione questioned, not sure where this was going.
"Yeah, you know, everyone needs to eat, and we're no exception to tha-"
Hermione smirked as she cut him off, "Is the notorious prankster Fred Weasley trying to ask me out?"
"Well," Fred ran his hands through his hair and shrugged a bit. "Yeah. I mean-"
"I'd love to, Fred. I know it's your thing normally to have girls ask you out. So, if you're asking me, you must be serious."
"'Course I am." Hermione's smile and blush was all the approval Fred needed as he escorted her to the table.