Writer's note: The wizard/witches sticking with me, thank you. I hope you are enjoying it.

Surprise At The Window

(Hermione's Point of View)

I have always been a bookworm since I can remember. My mum even told me when I was just a toddler, I could remember which book I wanted by the way the cover looked. Sometimes she would even hide a book because I would always have her read it to me over and over. She said I would always find it though and I wore down the pages quickly. The reason I love reading aside from learning all that I can with non-fiction, is the fiction stories take me away to a different place. I can be anywhere and the words I read can make me have feelings for certain characters or certain places. I feel like I'm actually in the novel and it's a feeling I would hate to ever lose. I can imagine myself as a character and just feel i'm part of the story. My imagination is an immense one but, I like to get lost in other's imaginations as well. Many writer's have ideas and a way of putting things that I would have never thought of in that way. Books true or not, will always be an enormous part of my life and I will never be without one.

"Hermione," Fred whined tugging on my pant leg.

"Hmm," I responded not looking up from a romance novel I was reading.

"Play with meeeeeee," he whined again.

"You are a child," I laughed looking up from the novel.

"Exactly, I need loads of attention or I will die, I'm like that fairy you told me about from the Muggle story. The one with the red-head chap that could fly and didn't want to grow up? Interesting fellow I must say, we probably be great mates."

"Peter Pan," I laughed remembering telling him of it because Peter reminded me of him.

"Yes, Pan! Strapping young lad, and his fairy friend wanted to go on adventures with him until, Wendy came along stealing the spotlight from her. Your books are my Wendy darling."

"Stop being dramatic, one more chapter," I laugh shutting my book.

"You said that two hours ago!"

"Exactly and it was so peaceful then, what happened?

"There is potion making supplies everywhere. Do you realize how much mischief I could cause in this place?"

"I shut my book didn't I?" I laugh again standing up from the bed.

"It's like you love me or something," he said wrapping me up in his arms.

"You're acceptable, I suppose," I smile up kissing him.

"Will you ever love me as much as those dusty old things?" He asked carrying me to the doorway.

"It's possible, very unlikely," I joked smiling up at him again.

"Damn, and I thought I had the edge, begin your romance novel come to life and all."

"What would you like to do?" He had carried me to the lounge area of his and George's flat. He puts me down and I turn away from his face. He had laid out colorful wild flowers all over the living room. He had set up a romantic dinner and candles were surrounding the table. He walked me over and pulled out my chair.

"Wine my lady?" He said bowing with a bottle of red wine. I shook my head yes and smiled at everything he had done for me. I look down at my plate and see the beautiful dinner he had made us. I grab my fork to take a bite and then look up seeing him staring at me.

"What?" I asked curiously

"I don't know I just, I love you," he said grabbing my hand, smiling.

"I love you too," I chuckled grabbing his hand back. "Thank you for this, for all of it." I said looking at everything he had done without my knowing. "How did I not notice you doing this?"

"When you're reading nothing exists around you, I don't even know how I was able to get your attention just now in the bedroom. Crazy girl, figured I was due for something unexpected and romantic yes?" He said letting go of my hand and digging in to the food. He waved his wand and turned music on and it circled the room echoing off the walls.

"How long did it take you to fall in love?" Fred smiled, looking up from his plate.

"A couple chapters actually," I looked up smiling putting a fork full of potatoes in my mouth.

"Clever you are Granger, not with your novel, with me. After one glimpse of this dashing, Gilderoy smile?" he smirked running his hand through his hair.

"I don't know, like I told you before, I was planning on telling you after the war. I don't know exactly when. It just got to the point I would leave school or the Burrow and be sad because you weren't around, I missed you. I started to do things I wouldn't usually do and didn't notice at first. For example, I started to laugh at every joke you or George made hoping you would find me cute in a way. Odd huh? When did you know?"

"Now that is a lie! All of our jokes are funny! And one day I just woke up and I knew, just took me a bit to realize what to do. Then when things were going the way they were with us, slipping away, it snapped me into motion. I wanted your hands intertwined with my hands. I wanted your lips on my lips. I wanted every part of you, I wanted you, I wanted us and now I'm a sap," he sighed then started laughing.

"I don't know when exactly, I just felt myself changing you know?" I smiled, sitting my fork down.

"I know." He got up from his chair and reached his hand out to me. "Care to dance Ms. Granger?" I take his hand and he pulls me close to him and we start circling the room with the music. I smiled up at him.

"What?" He said smiling back.

"Nothing, you're cute."

"Aww my dear you're just all liquored up," he said as he bent me down smiling then pulling me back up putting his face in front of mine. "Where would I be without you?" He said, I smiled and kissed him. He looked at me in a way that I only could describe as the way I look at magic. "You make me a daft git Hermione Granger." I lay my head into his and we start slow dancing while the only light remaining were the dimly lit candles and the moon shining bright through the window. I smelled his shirt and I felt right then I could die and float away happily.

"You make me shut my books, Fredrick Weasley," I whispered still having my head on his chest. Fred then lifts my chin and pushes his wet lips against mine. He scooped me up and laid me on his sofa gently, lips still attached. He then lifts up his head and the moonlight was making his eyes shine bright. He smiles and I smile back placing my hand on his cheek. I then reach for his shirt while he lifted up his arms, I was pulling it over his head and lay it on the ground. He smiled again and kissed me harder than he did the last time. He then kisses me on the cheek and slowly makes a trail of faint wet lip shaped marks towards my ear.

"You look beautiful." He whispered making goosebumps spread like wildfire through my body. He then unbuttoned my white shirt slowly, moving down the buttons one by one. With one hand he did that while the other tucks my lose curly hair behind my ear. I lift up so he can slide my shirt off and he throws it across the room making me chuckle. He runs his hand up my thigh and up my skirt. I start to shiver and he slides a blanket on top of us from the sofa. He puts his hand back and pulls down my underwear slowly pulling it off my legs. I then unbuttoned his pants and pulled his pant zipper down. He starts to pull them off while still kissing me and then his leg gets caught and he falls off the couch crashing into the table.

"Are you okay?" I said laughing sitting up quickly from the couch.

"Bloody fucking hell, why do men wear pants? I mean honestly," he said throwing them out the opened window.

"I'm sorry," I laughed walking over kneeling down and then whipped one of my legs around him, sitting on top of him. He smiles and tries to grab my head but I take his hands and push them back down.

"Hermione," he said shocked.

"Right?" I whispered laughing because I felt like I didn't even do that. I have no idea where it came from it just felt like a Crookshank's reflex. I kiss his lips and trail down to his chest slowly sliding my hands down his warm body. I already could feel myself sweating which was odd because we both were practically naked. The cool breeze coming from the window was making my nipples firm and they were showing an outline through my bra. I guess he noticed because he smiled at me before reaching for the bra strap and pulling it down places his mouth it. It sent a huge shiver through my body and I felt like I no longer had control over it anymore. I was getting lost with his touch and I felt like we were in sync with each other. He looks back up into my eyes and smiles.

"I've been waiting so long to be with you," he said in a faint whisper.

"Me too Fred," I said whispering back. I then bite his lower lip lightly and pull it slightly before letting go. His cheeky smile turned into a 'you're in trouble one' and the thought made me laugh. He then scooped up my body flipping me on his shoulder. I started shaking my feet playfully, laughing at him. He carries me into his room and slams me on the bed and then gets on top of me. He pulls out his wand and points it at the ceiling.

"Stellae-Fascino," he whispered and suddenly the ceiling was bewitched with thousands of stars. I take his wand and drop it to the side of the bed. I grab his head and passionately kiss him, pulling our bodies closer together. He grabs my hands and puts them behind my head and while holding both of them with his left hand he uses the right to pull out his other wand and then pushes it inside of me. I gasp louder than I realized because he had quickly covered my mouth. He let go and I smiled, breathing heavily. I showed him I was okay by lightly scratching the spine running down his back. That just made his pick up his pace and push harder. Our bodies were sweating but the scent of our sweat mixing was addicting in a way. I could barely breathe I felt like I was reaching so hard for a decent breath but, I didn't want him to stop. I moan his name in a whisper and it drives him crazier. He then pulls me on top of him and I grab the headboard with my hands and start riding him faster than I intended. When I closed my eyes I got lost in time and it felt slow to me, we were stuck in slow motion. It was if a spell was casted on us, something magic related. It obviously wasn't slow-motion or a pause in time because he screamed my name and pulled me off of him. He then pulsed everywhere and released a breath that sounded like he had been holding it in as long as I was mine. He then laughs and looks over at me.

"Who are you?" He said laughing touching my sweaty face.

"Hermione Granger, and you?" I smiled.

"Fred Weasley," he laughed again sitting up and then pulling me next to him.

"Pleasure," I said laughing snuggling up to him.

"BLOODY FUCKING HELL," he yelled, shooting up, grabbing his pants off the ground.

"What?" I yelled surprised by his action.

"Damn, I had a dessert made for you at Florean Fortescue's and I forgot to pick it up," he yelled racing for his shoes and then sitting on the bed.

"It's okay really, it's just dessert," I said laughing.

"No, everything needs to be perfect," he said looking for his other shoe.

"Fred, really," I started to say but he is looking under the bed not listening. I go to the other end and lift the cover up looking down under the bed. Looking upside down having my hair spread out everywhere on the floor. I see his face and smile. "Ahem, hey," I whisper causing him to stop and look back at me under the bed.

"What," he sighs, smiling.

"Your shoe is by the door and everything already is perfect," I smile lifting back up onto the bed. He sits next to me and kisses me on the forehead.

"You make me mad," he sighed grabbing my hand.

"You can go get the dessert if you want, I'll read until you get back," I said pushing a strand of his red hair behind his ear.

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"Promise me no reading though," he said seriously, standing up from the bed, walking to get his shoe.

"Promise," I said laughing. He then kisses me on the cheek and rushes off. I sit against the headboard and smile to myself, biting my lip. This happiness is addicting and it just makes you want more happiness. I feel sick but in the brilliant way, with a permanent smile on your face kind of way. I stand up and grab one of Fred's t-shirts hanging on the dresser. It just covered my buttocks enough not to show anything. I walk pass the door into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Still smiling I walk back into the living room and sit down on the sofa. I sit there for 5 minutes or so just day-dreaming before hearing a tap at the window. I ignore it but than another tap happened seconds later causing me to get up. I walk slowly over to the window, opening it. I see a shadow come to the light.

"George?" I questioned, thinking I was dreaming.

"In the flesh," George smiled floating by the window, on his broomstick. We both sit there in silence, stuck in a paused stare. I'm dreaming, I must be or a spell has definitely caused this frozen moment in time, right? Yes… a spell, has to be.

Immobulus.