Silken Red Hair
By corset-rebellion-follower
Disclaimer: I don't own HP
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Chapter 4: Saturday FeelingsA cold breeze blew through the window into the seventh year girls' dormitory. It was a normal autumn day. Hermione's eyes slowly opened. She felt cozy and relaxed, despite the cool weather. She saw what was keeping her so warm. Fred was still lying beside her, his arms protectively wrapped around her waist. She smiled and gently stroked some of his ginger hair. She looked past him. The two windows on that side were wide open. She stopped stroking Fred's hair and turned around. All the other windows were open. Then she realized what had happened. She could see the entire room in front of her. She had forgotten to close the curtains around her bed. She tried to get up, but Fred's arms held her tight. She lay back down next to him.
How could I have been so stupid? I'm going to get in so much trouble!
Unexpectedly, Fred's arms closed tighter around her and a soft kiss was laid on her cheek. Fred was looking into her eyes, a sweet smile on his face. "Fred, you have to leave! We didn't close the curtains before we fell asleep last night, my dorm mates had to have found us this morning! I could get expelled!" she exclaimed, fear in her voice.
"Don't worry so much. Dumbledore said I could be here," he said serenely.
"Dumbledore said you could be at the ball. The ball is over, and I could get expelled if you and I are found in here together."
He sighed. "Hermione, don't worry about it. If you get expelled, you can always come work at the shop." Hermione froze.
Fred chuckled. "I'm kidding! You're not going to be expelled because you're not going to get caught. You are in the presence of the best prankster Hogwarts has ever seen," he soothed. She snuggled into his arms, praying that McGonagall wouldn't burst through the door at that second, or any other second for that matter. He lightly stroked her hair and left a chaste kiss on her forehead. She smiled and looked up at him, giggling happily.
"What? Why are you giggling?" he asked. "I just… I'm just so happy. I didn't feel this way with Ron. When he kissed me…"
"He kissed you? When did this happen?" he asked in disbelief.
"When he asked me to the ball. But that's not important. Fred… how are we going to tell Ron and the others that we're together? He, um, doesn't take stuff like this easily," she stammered.
"Hermione, he's my little brother. I know how he takes things. Besides, if he tries anything, then I'll write to my mum and she'll send him an earful. I promise, he won't lay a finger on you." She smiled amiably and kissed him.
"Thank you. But we should probably get up. I never spend my Saturdays in bed." She tried to get up, but he kept his arms tightly around her. "Fred, let go!" she giggled.
"Nope. I have you in my arms after knowing you for six years. I'm not letting you go."
He pressed a line of kisses down her neck. Hermione moaned a little. His breath felt warm and satisfying against her pale skin. The tulle of her dress, which she had never taken off the night before, scratched against her legs. But Hermione was too wrapped up in Fred's kisses to notice. Eventually they had to stop because both of them were out of breath.
"How about I let you get up so your legs aren't bloodied up too bad from your dress," Fred suggested. Hermione smiled and got up. Her legs were scratched up dreadfully, and some of the scrapes were bleeding a little. Fred bent down and wiped away a small stream of blood that was running down her leg. "You might want to put a bandage on that. Sorry that I scratched your legs up so horribly. On the bright side, you have extremely smooth legs," he whispered flirtatiously.
She blushed and giggled a little. "I think I'm going to wash the blood from my legs." She got up and walked into the bathroom. Once she washed off all the blood, put bandages on a few cuts, and changed clothes, she emerged from the bathroom. Fred walked over to her and gently pulled her into his arms. She snickered and squeezed out of his grip. A few seconds later, the door swung open. Hermione and Fred both froze in their places.
Busted.
But it was just Lavender. They both let out a sigh of relief.
"Um, hey Hermione. I just wanted to say I'm sorry for last night. So I brought you breakfast to make up for it. Professor Snape nearly caught me, but it was worth it. Here." She handed Hermione a few fresh-baked cinnamon rolls and two glasses of milk.
"It's ok, Lavender. If you hadn't kissed Ron, well… let's say I don't know where I would be right now. You can have Ron, he's too much of a git for me," she said, setting down the food and slapping Fred's hand away when he reached for a cinnamon roll.
Lavender grinned. "Thanks. I don't know what I was thinking last night, but I'm pretty sure that Pansy Parkinson spiked my butterbeer. So I hope this makes up for it," she said earnestly.
"It really does and… Fred, can you think of anything but food? Put that down!" she yelled. Fred dropped the cinnamon roll and innocently looked at the girls. They both busted out laughing.
"They do say the way to a man is through his stomach," Lavender pointed out once she stopped laughing.
"Personally, I don't think there's enough food in the world to get to Fred."
"Hey, I'm still standing here!" Fred noted. Hermione walked over to him and took a cinnamon roll from the dresser next to her bed and took a huge bite, being careful not to get any on her dress.
"I know. I like you so much that I can feel completely confident that you won't threaten me," she said with a full mouth. Fred took the cinnamon roll from her.
"You're right, I won't. But there's nothing that says I can't threaten your cinnamon roll." He took a bite out of it.
Lavender burst out in fits of giggles. "I think I'm going to go down to the library for a while. Have fun." She left the room.
Hermione didn't think of whether house elves slaved over the cinnamon roll she was eating. She was thinking about Ron and Harry. They're probably going to hate me. Or at least Ron will. She stopped chewing. Ron's never going to let me date his brother. He'll probably slaughter Fred.
"Hermione, are you alright?" Fred was staring at her. "Oh, yeah, I was just thinking about Ron," she answered.
"You know, for someone who doesn't like Ron in that way, you really do think about him a lot."
Hermione slapped his arm. "That isn't funny. Imagine how he'll react when he finds out I like you. He'll probably go berserk."
Fred rolled his eyes. "What's he going to do? Have a hissy fit?" Hermione opened the door to the common room and ran down the stairs. Ron was sitting on the couch in the common room. He jumped up and grinned when he saw her.
"Hey, Hermione! Where were you all last night?" he asked happily. Fred came down next, his hair tousled and his eyes sleepy. Hermione smirked. She knew Fred had put on this act for Ron. He still looks cute.
Ron wasn't grinning anymore; he now had a confused look. "Fred, what are you doing here?"
"I needed a place to stay for the night, so Dumbledore said I could stay here." Hermione knew this was a lie, but Fred's truth-bending skills were so good that Ron was fooled.
"Oh. I'm starving, do you want to go get some breakfast?" Ron offered, heading toward the portrait hole.
"Nah, I'm going to stay here. Don't eat too much, we want everyone else to eat," Fred joked. Ron grinned, obviously happy that his brother was back at Hogwarts, before leaving for breakfast. Once the portrait hole was closed and Fred and Hermione were alone, she walked over to him and pulled her arms around his neck.
"It really isn't fair to Ron that we keep this a secret. We should tell him when he gets back from breakfast," she resolved.
"What he doesn't know won't hurt him." He picked her up and carried her over to the couch, sitting her in his lap.
"Fred! What if Ron had come through the portrait hole and saw you pick me up? You need to be more careful until we tell him." He didn't respond. He immersed her neck in tender kisses, trying to distract her from her thoughts of Ron. She moaned lightly, curling her fingers through his ginger hair. Every time she moaned, he would press a little harder against her neck, which caused her to moan more.
Soon there was a dark bruise on Hermione's neck.
She pushed away his lips before he could kiss her again. "Fred! What did you do to my neck?" she asked, running her fingers over the bruise.
"I kissed your neck," he whispered, pulling down the strap of her tank top and pressing a kiss on her shoulder.
"This is not good! What if Ron sees? He'll get suspicious and then he'll find out and then he'll…" She was cut off. Fred had pressed his lips to hers in a heated kiss, gently slipping his tongue through her lips. She moaned into his mouth. He smiled as she started to kiss back. Eventually, the kiss ended.
She smiled at him. "We are so lucky the common room is empty," she whispered lightly. He grinned at her.
"I had no idea you were this bad," he said. "You don't know as much as you think you do about me," she whispered seductively, kissing his throat. Fred groaned a little. She smiled.
Fred Weasley, you're mine.
She heard the portrait hole swing open.
"BLOODY HELL!" It was Ron.
Hermione's eyes widened. Then everything went dark.