"Come on, Freddie!" George called to me from farther down the passage way.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." I muttered as I jogged to catch up to my twin.
"Are you even paying any attention?"
"Hmm?" I asked, my mind stuck on the way it felt when 'Mione kissed me.
"How are we supposed to be partners in crime, when your mind is stuck thinking about a certain bookworm?"
"What?"
"Never mind! Are we going to finish this prank or not?" George asked me looking a little angry.
"Yes! Sorry I'll pay attention now." I said doing my best to shove Hermione out of my mind. This of course was fruitless, the more I tried to stop thinking about her the more she entered my mind.
"Alright, let's go then." My twin said as he slipped from behind the tapestry that opened up into the Defense corridor.
"Here?" George asked standing about halfway down the hallway.
"A little closer to the door." I whispered, being careful so the Toad wouldn't hear us. He nodded silently and set the box down. He pulled the tab sticking from the top and we bolted back into our secret passageway trying to put as much distance between the Defense corridor and ourselves. Within moments we were back in the hallway before the common room.
"Password?" The Fat Lady asked us as we reached the door.
"Fairy Lights" We chorused together and the door swung open.
"For his sake he better hope the twins never hear about this." I heard Harry say from across the room. Ron was stunned close to the couch in front of the fire.
"Hear about what?" George and I asked as we got closer to Harry, Ginny, and Hermione. Hermione was leaning up against the back of the couch obviously in pain.
"Nothing." She said sitting up straighter, but I noticed that she winced when she did.
"I'm assuming whatever it is has to do with the fact that Ickle Ronniekins is stunned over here." George said as he stepped over Ron
"He hexed Hermione." Ginny said as she stood up, she then turned and hefted Hermione to her feet.
"He did what?" I said suddenly wanting to pitch my youngest brother off the top of the Astronomy tower.
"He heard that you and I are going on a date and didn't agree, apparently. Can we please just forget about this?" Hermione pleaded looking me in the eyes. Of course I couldn't say no to 'Mione.
"You're alright though?" I asked still fantasizing about watching Ron hurtle towards the ground.
"Never better." She mumbled while rubbing her back.
"Here hold on a moment." George said as he bolted up the stairs. He returned holding a jar I knew to hold a healing ointment
"Go apply this to wear the hex hit; the pain will go away within minutes." He said handing Hermione the ointment.
Hermione looked a little suspicious, but accepted the jar and went to the loo to apply it. I held my tongue when the thought occurred to offer to help. Something told me she wouldn't appreciate my comment.
"I have no idea what that is, but it feels amazing." She said as she returned with a huge smile on her face. A smile that literally made my heart skip a beat.
"George and I invented it. You gave us the idea actually, after you helped me with my hand we decided to invent something that would heal the aftershocks of curses and hexes. Mind you it doesn't work on everything, but minor things it does." I said mesmerized by her smile and eyes.
"It's brilliant!" She said looking between us. I fought valiantly against the will to kiss her after she complimented me or rather us.
"Pinch me Fred, the great Hermione Granger has complimented us twice in one month." George said grinning at Hermione. I happily pinched him half because he asked and half because of the way he was looking at Hermione.
"I wasn't serious, prat." I heard him mutter; I ignored him and continued to smile at Hermione.
"Well, if you two are done, I'm going to help Hermione up to bed, she needs to rest." Ginny said as she kissed Harry goodnight. I didn't even care at the point. Hermione had complimented our invention.
"Sounds like a good idea, see you in the morning!" Hermione said as she climbed the steps.
"Bright and early for our date!" I called after her, I doubt I'd be able to sleep tonight, the earlier I could see her the better.
"What do you reckon we should do with him?" Harry asked nodding toward Ron.
"Pitch him from the Astronomy Tower?" I asked hopefully. George grinned, but shook his head.
"Mum would be furious."
"She might not even notice, we can throw a maroon jumper on the ghoul, it's a perfect plan." I grinned imagining the possibilities. George continued to grin and even Harry was smirking. Harry however levitated him up to their dorm, preventing from making him into a pancake. I followed George up into our dormitory. Lee was fast asleep, and our other roommate Mitch was snoring as well. I pulled on pajama bottoms and pulled off my shirt, George did the same.
"Am I going to have to stun you to make you fall asleep?" He asked as I fell back onto my pillows.
"No, I'll work on some Wheezes." I said pulling a notebook from my nightstand.
"Seriously, Freddie, you have to get some sleep. Don't want to be a zombie for Hermione tomorrow. Here." He said passing me a small vial.
"What is it?"
"Dreamless Sleep Potion, just drink it."
I didn't exactly want a dreamless sleep, I enjoyed dreaming about Hermione.
"Erg, fine," George passed me another vial; this one was blue as opposed to white. "It's just the sleep part, you can dream about whatever you like." I happily uncorked the bottle and tossed him back the other.
"Thanks, Georgie."
"No problem." He mumbled closing the curtains around his bed.
I pulled my own shut and fell backward again as the potion began to take effect.
"Oh, God what should I wear?" I fretted searching through my trunk tossing clothes around the room.
"Just wear the red one!" George said exasperated.
"What if she doesn't like the red? Doesn't it clash with my hair? What about pants?" I asked still searching through the trunk.
"She's a Gryffindor for Merlin's sake, wear the fucking red shirt or I'll hex you. As for pants just wear those trousers over there." He pointed to a pair of jeans I had thrown onto Lee's bed.
"They're so muggle though!" I said going over to them and holding them up to myself.
"She's muggleborn! Just wear them and the red, she'll love it." He said as he acted out slamming his head repeatedly against the wall.
"Fine!" I said and pulled them both on. I hastily tripped over to the mirror to see how they looked; I had to admit George was right they looked pretty good. As good as it was gonna get anyway. The red shirt didn't clash with my hair and the trousers made the red look brighter, and more Gryffindor.
"You look dashing; now get your arse down stairs you're supposed to be meeting her in five." George said steering me towards the door. I yelped and bound down the steps, I couldn't be late to a date I had been hoping for for years.
We had agreed on meeting in the entrance hall since she liked to go to the library on Saturday mornings. Why she wanted to spend her Saturday morning in the Library as opposed to sleeping or eating was beyond me, but I'd let her do her thing. I caught sight of her as I descended the stairs. She was wearing a black jacket that buttoned across her chest with red and gold gloves. She was also wearing the same kind of trousers I was, except they were a lighter color than mine were. Her curls were pinned back away from her face, and like usual she wasn't wearing makeup. 'Mione didn't need makeup; she was perfect without it in my opinion.
Her eyes met mine as I approached her and they sparkled. I could never get used to the beauty of her golden eyes.
"You ready Granger?"
"As ready as I'll ever be, Weasley." She said as we stepped outside.
I grinned and slipped my hand into hers. George had thrown me a jacket and gloves as I thundered down the steps earlier, yelling something about not freezing to death. I glanced over at Hermione as she smiled at the ground. I tried to figure out what was so magnificent about the grass, but came up empty.
"You alright, 'Mione?" I asked, my voice slightly betrayed how nerve wracking it was to be walking towards Hogsmeade with the girl of my dreams.
She looked up at me with that perfect smile and those perfect eyes, and that perfect face. She read my mind as she muttered, "Perfect."
"Where to first?" I asked as we entered Hogsmeade.
"How about the Three Broomsticks for a butterbeer then we can go to Honeydukes or Zonko's."
"Sounds like a plan." I said pulled her into the Three Broomsticks. It was pretty packed, and I didn't fail to notice the amount of looks we were getting as we searched for a booth. We finally found one and I ordered us some butterbeers. When we settled into the booth, Hermione pulled off her jacket revealing a sea green shirt that made her look stunning. My mouth became dry as I stared at her from across the table. I swallowed a few times before complimenting her.
"You look beautiful, 'Mione." I said looking into her eyes.
"Thank you, you don't look so bad yourself." She said as red filled her cheeks. I felt my lips smile more at her adorable blush.
We talked a bit as we drank out butterbeers; mostly about the DA or George and I's latest antics.
"I forgot to thank you for what you did with the Toad. Ever since your prank she hasn't bothered George or me." I said remembering her brilliant prank.
"Don't mention it; something had to be done to push her off her high horse." She shrugged as we stepped outside again. I sucked lightly on one of the sweets I had brought with me but noticed Hermione was shivering.
"Cold?" I asked, resisting the urge to pull her closer and keep her warm.
"A bit." She said letting go of my hand to cross her arms across her chest, I guessed in an attempt to stay warmer.
"Here." I pulled a sweet from my pocket, I had completely forgot that I hadn't given her one already.
She looked up at me looking suspicious.
"Trust me?" I asked searching her face.
She glanced at me again, but finally popped the candy into her mouth.
"Oh, wow." She said as the sweet took effect.
"Do you like it? It's a rather new invention. As long as you suck on it, you'll feel warm. We took the idea from how butterbeer tastes." I explained as we continued down the lane.
"I love it, it tastes good too." She said smiling again.
"I'm glad you like it, I'll let George know they're a success."
"This is probably my favorite one of your inventions yet. I hate being cold." She said but this time I couldn't control myself as I pulled her into an alley out of the way of the crowd and crushed my lips to hers. Her hands tangled in my hair as she kissed me back. I finally found the will to step away trying to remind myself that it wasn't proper to kiss her out of nowhere like that.
"Sorry, I just really like it when you complement our inventions." I breathed still extremely close to her face, and her lips that I ached to kiss again.
"I'll keep that in mind." She said smirking at me, copying a well-practiced grin of my own. I smiled back, very aware that my arms were still around her.
"Hey Fred?" She asked looking up at me.
"Yea, 'Mione?" I asked lost in those beautiful golden eyes again.
"I love your inventions." She whispered and I felt myself smile more before I pulled her mouth to mine. Almost on its own accord I felt my tongue dart out and caress her bottom lip. She sighed as we continued to kiss then I felt her lightly bite my lip before running her tongue across it softly. I had never felt this way while kissing a girl, and I wasn't ashamed to admit I had kissed more than a couple girls. 'Mione's kiss was different, but in an amazing way.
"God damn, 'Mione." I gasped as I finally pulled away.
"Something wrong? She asked as her brow furrowed in distress.
"Absolutely not, quite the contrary." I gasped trying to catch my breath.
"Good"
I pulled her closer to me and her head nuzzled into my chest.
"Want to go back to the castle?" I asked feeling her shiver again. I felt her head nod and regretfully pulled away from her, I kept her hand. "Good, because I'm out of sweets and it's getting colder."
I raced her back to the castle, finally realizing just how cold it was without George and I's newest sweet. We finally collapsed down into one of the squishy couches in front of the fire.
"Did you enjoy our date, Miss Granger?" I asked lying back against the couch and pulling Hermione closer to my body.
"I did indeed, Mr. Weasley. Did you?" Hermione asked. The fire flickered in her eyes making them literally light up.
"More than I thought possible." I whispered still lost in her eyes. Her face turned towards me and she kissed me lightly on the lips before snuggling down into my chest and closing her eyes. I wrapped my arms tightly around her, and rested my head on top of hers. George winked at me as he entered the common room, his face still red from the cold. He nodded before continuing up to the dormitories.
No one bothered us as we lay on the couch. Hermione was sleeping silently on my chest her eyes darting underneath her lids. Ron entered the room holding hands with the Brown girl. His smile fell from his face when he noticed on the couch. I think he almost was about to come over and say something before Harry cuffed him behind the head and pulled him across the common room. Ginny could do nothing but smirk at us as she sat in Harry's lap.
I honestly had never been as happy as I was as I lay there with Hermione in my whole life. If this is what it felt like to be with Hermione than I was never going to let her go, I would do everything in my power to make her the happiest girl on the planet. I just had to hope she felt even a fraction of the way I felt about her, towards me. Only time would tell, I thought as I closed my eyes and snuggled closer to 'Mione.
A.N.
Well I hope that wasn't too horrible. I'm used to writing from a girl's perspective and I've never honestly written from a guys before, especially about someone they like. I kinda pulled ideas from the way my boyfriend treats me and talks to me, so I hope it worked, his name made it into this chapter as well. I wanna thank you guys for the outstanding feedback and attention this story is getting. Almost a thousand hits in just one day. Thanks for sticking with me guys, I'll try to update again before I go on vacation this weekend!
Love, Alexis