Hermione woke up and remembered what happened the night prior and sighed. She knew she was going to have to talk to Fred, at least say sorry for her outburst one more time. She proceeded to grab a scrap of parchment and begin to write a note to send to Fred.
Fred-
We should talk about last night. I was out of line and I just want to make sure I didn't offend you.
Again, please don't tell anyone what we talked about. This is a secret I've been trying to keep for
years. Meet me for lunch in Hogsmeade. See you then.
Hermione Granger
"There, that should do it." Hermione said, sealing the envelope seamlessly. Even she had to admit, asking a guy to lunch, any guy, was nerve racking. Composing herself, she headed down the stairs from her dormitory, grabbing her bag along the way. "It's just Fred." She huffed to herself, assuring that she need not feel nervous.
The feeling faded as she sought out Fred, trying to sell his vast amount of Weasley products to a first year, the young wizard's eyes gleaming. "Don't buy any of it. It seems good now, but when you use them, you regret it, just a warning." She said, her lips pursed. The boy took another look at the package and looked to her, taking her advice and skipping off to his other first year friends.
Fred gave Hermione a sour look, "You just lost me a customer!" he said accusingly. "More like I saved Madame Pomfrey an unnecessary patient." She retorted, "That's not what I came to see you for, though; here." She said, thrusting the envelope at him and walking away quickly.
Before Fred could even ask what was in the envelope, Hermione was off. "How odd." He said to himself, setting down his goods to open the envelope.
"Embarrassed, was she?" he said, chuckling. He folded the note up and slid it into the inner pocket of his robes, returning to his business of sale, trying to reel in the young potential customer that Hermione scared away.