George and Lee wasted no time telling Fred all they had discovered the moment he woke up the next morning. After an hour of being horrified at how embarrassed he was, then an hour of marvelling at how devious Hermione was, he had finally accepted two things: Hermione liked him, and he liked Hermione. So all he had to do was decide how to show this to her and make her realise she liked him back.

Now Fred Weasley had never had a subtle streak in his body, not when he was five and told the lady down the street that he was scared she was going to sit on him because she was so fat, or when he was twelve and he told a guy in Slytherine that 'yes, those robes do make your butt look big'. Nor the moment when George had asked him to help play a prank on Ginny to calm her down about all the chamber of secret attacks, George had wanted to just stick a poster of a scary face on her ceiling so when she woke up she would scream, but oh no, Fred had wanted to take it to the next level as always. So now the time had come for him to try and win the girl of his literal dreams had arrived, he was not one for a small hand written note passed in the hallway saying 'you're pretty' or a flower delivered by owl over breakfast, oh no he was going all out. As only a Weasley twin could.

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Fred had worked tirelessly for a week, charming pieces of paper, long strings of fabric and even badges to help him win Hermione. During this time she had been avoiding everyone, feeling sure she had missed someone important with her memory charm. Yet Fred hadn't confronted her, so maybe he hadn't been told...

'All ready Gred?'

'All ready Feorge' Fred smiled, rubbing his hands together.

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Fred had to admit it, as he watched Hermione struggle with books through the corridors with her unruly hair getting in her eyes, or absentmindedly letting her food keep falling off her fork back into her plate at breakfast as she read the Daily Prophet, or even just dosing by the fire after countless hours of study and helping Harry through his latest ordeal - she was amazing. And the fact that she had such a devious streak made her just perfect.

After she had gone to bed on Tuesday night, he set to work, charming up the decorations around the common room once everyone had gone to bed.

The next morning was going to be unforgettable. He just knew it.

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Hermione woke as normal, got ready in her school uniform after reading over her study notes in bed, and then went down stairs into the common room to meet Harry and Ron for breakfast.

When she stepped into the common room she felt a pressure on her forehead like when a muggle at the post office pressed the 'approved' or 'denied' stamp down hard on a form. She stumbled for a second then the feeling disappeared. She shook her head and walked over to Harry and Ron, only stopping when she was behind their chairs by the fire, looking around confused at the colourful bunting and posters on the wall. There was every single colour she could imagine made up into little triangles and all joined together to make a decorative rope that circled many times around the room, when she tried to focus closely on some of the individual flags to see what was written the letters blurred to her vision, making it just look like it was moving fiercely in a non-existent breeze. The posters had the outline of a woman on them with writing over her chest, like the wanted posters the ministry had put out for Sirius Black, but these ones were maroon and didn't seem as threatening as Black's.

Looking right around the room, trying to find one non-blurry poster, she noticed some people were sniggering at her, along with sporting heart shaped badges on their robes.

'Harry! Why are you wearing a badge?' she asked him sharply

'Morning to you too Hermione' he laughed 'It was stuck to my robes, we tried everything to get them off…'

'What do they say?' she asked

'You can't read it?' Ron sniggered

'Can you?' she asked looking horror struck

'Of course' he chuckled

'What does it say?'

'Oh no, I am not being the one to tell you! You'd hex me just for telling!' he said jumping from his chair when she gave him that look she learnt from McGonagall. 'See you at breakfast' he stammered and he and Harry legged it from the common room.

What was going on?

At that moment Fred walked down from the boys' dormitory all ready to accept Hermione's affections. He didn't however expect to find her standing there looking utterly confused while everyone around her sniggered or chuckled.

George bumped into him, Fred heard his brother exclaim

'Uh oh…'

'Yep…'

They both looked around the common room Fred had decorated the previous evening. The colourful bunting held the words 'Hermione granger belongs with Fred Weasley' 'Hermione and Fred' 'You are amazing' 'Can I be yours?'. The posters had an image of Hermione with the Caption 'Wanted' and under her face 'By Fred Weasley' while the badges on everyone's robes held sentences like 'Fred for Hermione' and 'Book worm plus Trouble maker equal perfect'.

'H…How?' Fred spluttered. He had thought he had charmed it all so that only Hermione would be able to read the messages, and everyone else would just see pretty decorations…oh he had supremely stuffed up...

'You. Are. Screwed' George muttered

'Tell me about it…' He said as Hermione turned confused and slightly hurt eyes onto him and he read the message stamped on her forehead 'Future Girlfriend of Fred Weasley'

'So so screwed' George almost tripped as he hurried back up the dormitory steps in fear.

Fred stood in horror.