A/U: This was a very difficult chapter to write, but it had to be done. I'm not quite as thrilled with it as I'd like to be, but it's whatever. I know it's a serious cliffhanger, but don't fret. I'm working on six as you read, so never fear! Review, lovelies! I always like feedback and constructive criticism. Remember the tumblr, knightneverfalls!

Fred awoke to Hermione sitting at her desk, tying her shoe. He yawned, stretching out to snuggle back into his pillow. Hermione smiled. "Wake up, sleepyhead." She reached out to grab her Gryffindor jumper off of the foot of the bed as Fred negatively moaned.

"Blimey, Hermione. It's the second day of term. Why are you up so early?"

"I'm not. I'm up at the usual time. Class starts in thirty minutes."

"Twenty minutes too early…" Fred pulled the pillow over his head. Hermione rolled her eyes and began collecting her books. She sat down at her desk to plan out her day. Ancient Runes was first, followed by Transfiguration and finally Defense Against the Dark Arts. Tomorrow held more classes, but she was happy to just have those three. She looked over at Fred's schedule, and noticed he had four that day. She put his books in order on his desk for the day, and laid his schedule on top. She collected her bag and left the room, walking down the long flight of stairs to meet Harry for their Transfiguration class.

They walked in silence until Harry finally broke the ice. "How did you sleep?"

"Fine," Hermione quickly replied, anxious to have things normal between them.

"Fred…" Harry began.

"Still asleep." She cut him off. She didn't want to talk about the fact she couldn't sleep alone. Harry took the hint and kept the conversation away from her currently sleeping arrangements.

As they walked into Transfiguration, McGonagall eyed Hermione, checking to see if she the current state she was in. Hermione seemed to be talking to Harry as if nothing had changed, so she was quite satisfied with herself for allowing the living arrangements.

As soon as class finished, McGonagall called Hermione to the front. "Is your room acceptable, Miss Granger?" she said, still sitting at her desk.

"Yes, Professor. They're better than anything I could have hoped for." Hermione smiled broadly.

"I trust you are beginning to feel better?"

"Yes, Professor. Thank you."

"That is good to hear. That is all, Miss Granger."

"Thank you, Professor." Hermione turned around to leave, and found Harry waiting by the door. She flashed him the thumbs up. They walked down the corridor together, Harry to Divination and Hermione to Ancient Runes. In the corridor, Fred and George were walking with Lee. Fred flashed his winning smile and held out his hand for her to slap it. As she did, a huge smile that matched his grew across her face. She turned to watch him walk the opposite.

"You know, if I didn't know any better, I would think you fancied him," Harry whispered.

Still watching Fred strut towards his class, Hermione replied, "What makes you think you know better?"

Harry stopped dead in his tracks. "Oh. Oh!"

Hermione laughed, staring him in the eye. "No. Not oh! Just, oh."

Harry shook his head. "You are going to be in a world of trouble with Ron if he finds out you actually fancy his older brother. Look at the way he has been acting since… well, alright. He probably already thinks so. But, he's going to be unbearable if he finds out his suspicions are true."

Hermione laughed out loud. "You think?" she said, starting to walk to her next class.

Harry shook his head, smiling at his best friend as she walked away.

It was almost midnight before Hermione decided to call it a day. Fred was laying on the bed, reading one of his textbooks and doing some homework. Shocked, Hermione scoffed, "I didn't know you did schoolwork."

Fred grinned. "You know, I do a lot of things that might shock you. Like, read. Maybe jot a few answers down to a question. And, maybe, if I'm really lucky, it'll be the right answer."

"Oh, shut up. I'm getting ready for bed." Hermione went into the bathroom and changed into her pajamas. As she washed her face, she heard a loud shout from the other room. She rushed in to see Fred's papers scattered all over the floor. With wand in hand, he flicked his wrist and the papers realigned themselves on his desk. He was already in his pajamas.

"Man, I'm beat," he said, yawning and stretching at the same time. He pulled the blankets down and lay down.

Hermione whispered, "Nox," before setting her wand down on her trunk, that she used as a night stand, and crawled into bed with him. She snuggled close to his chest as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "You know, I think I could get used to this."

Fred sighed heavily, settling in. "Used to what?"

"This. Falling asleep with you. It's quite nice."

"I should think so."

Hermione softly giggled. "Hey, Fred?"

"Yeah?" He slowly felt her lips press against his.

"Thank you." She pulled away slowly.

Without thinking rationally, over even thinking at all, he instinctively grabbed her by the back of her head and kissed her again, much more passionately and furiously. She quickly allowed herself to be enveloped by his arms. He was soft and tender, careful to not touch any part of her that was wounded, but she continued to pull him closer until he was on top of her.

"Fred…" she said, between his kisses. He grunted in approval for her to continue. "Wait." Immediately, Fred pulled back, sitting on his knees in complete darkness. He didn't realize he was on top of her, or the fact that is legs were straddling hers. She reached out for her wand. "Lumos," she said, quietly. She sat up, looking at Fred. He was half expecting a slap in the face or a kick in the groin, but she just sat there, looking at him. It wasn't the same Hermione he had known. It wasn't the brave girl he had known or the broken girl he knew now. She was different. Not in a bad way, but in a strange, some sort of spectacular way. Minutes slowly passes as he waited for her to make the first move.

Oh shit, was the only thought that crossed his mind.