I wish I could say that I was a wealthy British lady who wrote seven fabulous books…..but sadly I can't! Still don't own it, just the plot!
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Prompt: "I saw them in the library…they weren't studying the books."

"Oi! Granger! What are you doing in here?"

Hermione Granger sighed and looked up to see none other than Fred Weasley.

"Well Fred, I'm in the library. As you can see there are books here. What does it look like I'm doing?"

Hermione turned back to her book, hoping she could simply ignore her redheaded tormentor until he left. It was Christmas break after all! Hermione obviously needed this time to study and get ahead while it was quite in the castle. Not only was she trying to study her books, she was trying to figure out how to help Harry in his next Triwizard tournament. Harry was being terribly thick-headed and unconcerned with the fact that he could very well die in the next challenge, instead worrying about how to ask Cho Chang to the Yule Ball when Hermione had already tried to tell him multiple times that she was going with Cedric Diggory.

Just as she finished the chapter a set of hands reached out and snatched her book from her lap. Her mouth fell open to tell Fred to give her book back when she saw he had already started running from her. Fred Weasley turned back as he was running and grinned, waving the book back and forth teasingly. She leapt from her seat and started running after him, slightly pleased when his trademark Weasley smirk changed to a look of unease.

"FRED WEASLEY! YOU BRING ME BACK MY BOOK THIS INSTANCE!"

The two darted between bookshelves and tables, earning disapproving glares from Madame Pince, who happened to be the only other person in the library. Fred tried making an unexpected turn but ended up slowing down and Hermione, seeing her chance to finally regain her book, put on a short burst of speed.

"Come on, Granger! Loosen up a bit! It's Christmas! And – bloody hell woman!"

This last remark was made as Hermione leaped to grab her book from Fred's hand above his head, causing her to crash into him and knock the two into one of the sofas in the back of the library. Hermione landed on Fred with a loud "Oof!" and immediately moved to get off him. She placed her hands down and tried to push herself before noticing they were on his chest and his arm was around her waist. She blushed bright red before he jerked her back down.

"What's wrong Granger? Not comfortable?"

Fred Weasley's smirk grew when she blushed even more. By now the colour of her cheeks nearly rivaled the colour of his vibrant red hair. He thought she looked adorable when she blushed and made a mental note to make sure it happened more often.

Hermione opened and closed her mouth several times, trying to find something to say to convince Fred to let go of her. Oddly enough, Hermione couldn't seem to think of anything to say. She couldn't think of anything other than the handsome wizard beneath her. She chanced a look at Fred's face and watched his smirk fade. He dropped the book he had still been holding and placed his hand in her bushy curls, pulling her closer to him.

Hermione gasped when their lips touched and her eyes jerked open. She pulled back and looked down at Fred questioningly.

"What? Did I not live up to your expectations, Granger?" Fred chuckled.

"N-no, it's not that. It's just – well, why did you kiss me?"

Fred Weasley let out a loud laugh at that and shook his head.

"Hermione Granger, brightest witch of our age and can't figure out why someone wants to snog her. I've wanted to do that since the World Cup actually."

Fred felt giddy when Hermione grinned down at him and leaned closer. The two had been snogging there on the sofa for quite some time when Luna walked by. She caught sight of them and immediately left the library. She walked down the stairs to the Great Hall where she caught sight of George and Ginny.

"Did you see them?" George asked.

"Oh yes. I saw them in the library…they weren't studying the books though."

Ginny burst into tearful laughter at the shocked look on George's face from Luna's news. When she could finally breathe she held out a hand into which George dropped three Galleons.

"Damn, I was sure it would be next week…"